The Rabbit and the Twelfth Tourmaline

I stole the ring for good reasons, not bad. At least that’s what i tell myself. I’m standing behind a potted giant palm tree in the hall outside the Three Fates’ penthouse. If i wanted to scooch, i could fit behind the pot, but it’s more comfortable to stand. It smells like homemade marinara sauce out here. In other words, it smells like trouble and danger. Sometimes, trouble smells delicious.

The ring i stole is a six carat cushion cut green tourmaline set in gold. It’s gorgeous, and it rightfully belongs to Isabelle, the middle of the three sister Fates. All three of the sisters are gone, and no one knows for sure where. There are many rumors. They’re in separate locations though, which means trouble. Not sure why i can smell danger out here. No one’s home in the penthouse. I need to get inside. I haven’t figured out yet how i’m going to do that. What i want to do is return Isabelle’s ring. I stole it from the person, well, in truth, the goddess, who stole it from her. It’s a long story how i learned that Eris pilfered the ring. Soon, i’ll fill you all in.

Wait!  There’s someone coming up on the elevator. It has to be someone going to the penthouse. No other apartments up here. The lower twenty eight floors have eight apartments each. I live on twelve. I hear the ding, and the doors open. Out comes… a rabbit. A big black and white rabbit. She hops twice in the direction of the door, then she stops short and looks in my direction, i hope, at the tree. I hold my breath. Dammit. She hops toward me. She knows i’m here and comes around the plant, looks up at me and winks. Yes, she winks at me, and she talks, because of course she does.  She knows my name. She says, hello, Melinda! I followed you here. I saw you steal the ring. I can help you get into the penthouse, but i want you to keep the ring. It’ll be safer with you.

I’m not sure what to say because i’m shocked that a rabbit is speaking to me. She sounds like my grandmother. I think to myself, play along, Melinda, play along.

I clear my throat. I say, okay, whatever you say… ?

Oh, i’m Alcott! You did a great thing in getting the ring away from Eris. But if you leave it here, she’ll figure out where it is and try to get her trouble making hands on it again. We can’t have that. The ring is part of a puzzle that when complete, will help us find Time!  The Fates have been watching you for quite awhile. They trust you.

Where are they?

Isabelle is in Chattanooga house sitting for a friend. In a couple of days, she’ll be in Buffalo where she’ll visit Virgo for awhile. None of the sisters will come back here until Time is found.  Lena is in Yellowstone tracking a pack of wolves, and Stephanie is in Kyoto spending time with her latest lover. She usually falls for celebrities, but this guy’s an unknown. He’s very wealthy we hear.  Heavily into his lava lamp empire. Her sisters and i are concerned. We’ve never heard of him.  Anyway, let’s go inside, and i’ll show you around!

We walk and hop to the penthouse door. Alcott says.. lasagna four times, and the door opens. Who needs a key, and who’d have thought?  Then i think, i can’t believe what i see! Is it possible?  How can it be?  …….

To Be Continued..

M. Raynes

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11 thoughts on “The Rabbit and the Twelfth Tourmaline

  1. Lava lamp empire…I have five. Do I qualify for a moinor post in the government? And stop it with the trendy “i” every editor on the planet will spank your hand with a ruler. Lower case doesn’t make first person half as first person…and we should have all of you.
    Great story. Long day. Bricks and things.

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