Friday, October 8, 2010


Picture Property of Christi Spatz 2007

The Loose Bloggers Consortium, is an informal group of bloggers who post on a given topic each Friday. One topic is posted, then each member gives it their individual treatment. The current members are, in alphabetical order:

This Weeks topic is Secrets contributed by gaelikaa


There are all kinds of secrets.  The fun secrets are planning a birthday party or knowing a new baby is on the way. Then you have "dark secrets", such as knowing that someone murdered another, or that someone is planning something evil.
 How many times have you heard, "She/he will take his/her secret to the grave"?

Two weekends ago, we had a domestic murder/suicide happen to one of our suppliers.  The company I've worked for has done business with his company for years. He was fifty-nine, his wife also was fifty-nine and his brother was sixty-one or two.

It is a shock to have something like this happen to someone I know.  She had filed for a divorce over a year ago, but only finalized it the Thursday before the homicide happened.  It wasn't the divorce that prompted the murder/suicide, or at least that's what people are saying that knew them.  His brother was mentally disabled, and it was told that she wanted to have him come live with her as her husband had started drinking heavily after selling his business back in January.  There was concern that the brother wouldn't be cared for properly.  The fight started on Thursday, with the husband leaving and not returning until Friday.  They found a fast food bag on his desk, with a breakfast sandwich inside. Since it was just the three of them there, no one knows who and what started the disagreement back up. They know the wife was first shot with buckshot in her shoulder, which splattered up the side of her neck and face.  They know she was able to call 911, they know he shot his brother, they also know he came back and shot her again, then he went outside to his car, and inside the car, shot himself.  But why did he kill his brother, why did he shoot his wife?  I mean here is a multimillionaire, who was still young, and had the ability to do anything he wanted, yet he ended three lives. This is one of those secrets that they took to their grave.

I use to love to watch a television show from the fifties called "I've Got A Secret". I think all of us have a secret. Something we don't want anyone else to know.

Here's a short excerpt from a story I wrote about "A Castle's Secret". 

 Lady Meredith crept along the darkened hallway, touching the wall to guide her to the top of the stairs.  When she reached the stairs, she paused and listened to see if she could hear their voices, her mother-in-law, Lady Aileen and her husband Lord Bradford Buchanan.  Cautiously she started down the steps.  When she reached the curve of the rail, she stopped again, knowing that she was now half way down.  A shiver ran down her spine, turning, she looked back up the stairs. She knew she wouldn't see anyone or anything, or at least she hoped she wouldn't. She almost signed with relief but at the last minute caught her breath, realizing the acoustics were so, that it would be heard.  She hated the castle at night.

     The castle had been built with windows everywhere, the sun filled the hallways with sunshine and light.  She loved the East side of the castle where she could look out and see Jamison, the gardener, working among the flower beds and lawn.  He was the best gardener around, it was as though he personally nurtured each flower, in turn they grew to amazing size and bloomed huge beautiful blooms.

    Lady Meredith finished descending the steps and continued on down the hallway to the great room where she knew they were.  She hoped they had left the door open so she could hear what they were saying.  She was on the West side of the castle, but when she passed the large bay window, she didn't look out, she knew there was a full moon and she would see the tombstone of her dead father-in-law, Lord Bryon Buchanan.  Why would anyone bury someone so close to their home?  That's why during the daytime, she stayed on the East side, so she wouldn't look out the window and see the ornate stone used to signify that he had died and lay underneath.  She sometimes wondered if it was her mother-in-laws way of keeping him here or at least his memory.  After all, he was the "love of her life", or so Lady Aileen claimed.  One really never knew when she was being sarcastic or serious.  Lady Aileen had a dry sense of humor.  Bishop Thomas said, "Her sense of humor is so dry, that he sometimes thinks it shriveled up and blew away".

     The great room door was open, she peeked through the crack to see if she could see where they were.  As usual, her mother-in-law sat as close as possible to the fire in her special Queen Anne chair and Bradford sat on the sateen with his feet on the ottoman smoking his pipe.  His body scooted down on his spine, his head laying back, looking up, pondering, she never knew what he was thinking about.

     Suddenly, Bradford turned to his mother, "You think the gift will arrive in time?  I received a post yesterday saying it was on it's way and should be here by Saturday."

Should you want to finish reading the story, go Here..........


gaelikaa said...

I remember that story Judy, and that was the first TMAST story you wrote just as I joined the group.....

Good idea to bring it into the post..

rummuser said...

Riveting stories Judy. Yes, there are occasions when contrary to what I have blogged about, secrets do come in handy like surprise treats, parties etc. Other than that, most often, secrets can lead to tragic consequences like your story about the successful businessman, his brother and his wife. If many things that go on behind closed doors could be brought out in the open, many miserable situations can be avoided. That is why, I am averse to secrets.

Grannymar said...

What a tragic situation and waste of life! Sorry it has taken me so long to visit.