By the time everyone was packed and had managed to load everything in the trunk of Eliza’s Fiat, the sun had already sunk beneath the horizon and the darkness of night was fast approaching. He climbed into the passenger seat as Eliza started the engine and they pulled out of the parking lot. “Will you stop whining,” she snapped at Tres. Tres didn’t respond directly to her, just mumbled various complaints under his breath. He sighed, exasperated now. It had taken Eliza coming to their room and issuing copious amounts of threats to finally pull Tres away from his video game. “I’m right in the middle of a quest,” Tres had exclaimed. Eliza released a scream of frustration, then, “Just take your laptop and play it at my house. We need to leave…” She glared at him with eyes narrowed to slits. “Before midnight, preferably.” Still, Tres ignored her. “Just a second,” had been his mumbled response. The clicks of the game controller continued on fervently. “Fine… you leave me no choic
White Christmas trees that were chest-height and lit up brightly could be found on either side of the road every ten yards or so. They were like a beacon that followed them the entire drive. Even the security gate and stone fence were decorated: each gate had a wreath hanging on it and the walls seemed to have luminescent icicles hanging on them. “A little over-the-top?” James asked to no one in particular. “Yeah,” Eliza whispered. “Are you kidding me,” Matt burst out excitedly as the house came into view and they could see the Santa Clause display on the lawn, the elves, and all the colorful lights around the house itself. “It’s freakin’ awesome!” She tucked the car under the archway which led into the gravel courtyard and parked. Matt and Tres exploded from the back in order to take in the decorations a little better. James chuckled as he saw Eliza eyeing all of the lights warily. “I take it they never do this?” Eliza shook her head adamantly. “No. Never. Usually the in-side
First, he took the lighter of the two boxes, slit the tape open, and extracted a metal tin from the large amount of packing paper. The tin box was maybe two feet wide, two feet long, and two feet deep; it was covered in paintings of Raggedy Ann memorabilia. The tin box had been very hard to find, but he’d eventually found this one on eBay and made a move to buy it flat out so that there would be no chance of his not being able to get it.But that wasn’t what had taken so long, nor was anything else he had wrapped so far been what Karen had referenced to as being beautiful.Because Eliza’s real present was what he now extracted from the final box. He lifted the wooden box out as carefully as if he was handling nuclear materials and slowly set it on the bed to study. It was maybe a foot in length on all sides and eight or nine inches deep, the New Mexico desert landscape had been carved into the stained red oak on all four walls, and a large iron key had been crafted to fit into the lo
The announcement of the imminent arrival of Tres’s family was greeted with a flurry of activity. It seemed no sooner had Brian—the Secret Service agent—told Eliza’s mother that they had just driven onto the property that Liz began to bustle around checking and rechecking the placement and positioning of several decorations. James was helping Cathy finish up with the groceries as Eliza went upstairs to corral Tres and Matt from their rooms. A few minutes later, the beam of a pair of headlights invaded the foyer and Liz called for James to come greet them. He handed Cathy the last of the bags, then swept through the revolving door into the sitting room and over to where Liz was waiting at the foot of the staircases. Eliza’s mother always seemed to want to inspire a good impression, no doubt due to her upbringing, and because Esmeralda and Charlie had never been to the manor before, she looked especially nervous. James sat on the bottom step to wait. A moment later, Allan opened the fron
“Whoa…” James whispered. “Pretty cool room, huh?” Tres commented from the bedside. It would seem that Eliza’s mother had decorated each bedroom in a completely different style. This one, for example, was all opposites in modernity. The walls were a stark, bright white, the jet-black furniture and fireplace was at odds with the snowy-white, lush carpet, and various pieces of abstract art in solid black and white hues decorated the place. It was… interesting to say the least.With a shake of the head, he placed the bag inside the room, then made his way back down the hall and to the bottom floor. Now that he thought about it, it made sense that every bedroom would have its own fireplace. As the house was built around the turn-of-the-century, heating and air conditioning had not yet been very efficient, which would go a long way in explanation of the copious amounts of fireplaces. James swung around the base of the stairs, searching for the group, and found them in the formal living r
He was there again. Nothing but white for as far as the eye could see. Snow was drifting lazily everywhere around him. He looked down and even though there was nothing but an absolute, blinding white to take in, he knew that he was suspended in the air. With the difficulty he was experiencing in getting enough oxygen in his lungs, he must be very high up. He breathed deeply, the icy air burning some feeling back into his body. Thankfully, the flakes of snow were neither acid-like nor pounding painfully against his skin. Actually, when he thought truthfully about it, apart from the ability to see nothing at all, he found that this experience was somewhat pleasant. It was peaceful. In spite of the freezing temperature, he could almost force his imagination to conjure up feelings of fluffy clouds and soft, snowy mounds. He had always enjoyed lying out in the snow as a kid, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. Hmm, I think I’ll try that.James closed his eyes, the backs of his eye
“Oompf!” the breath whooshed from his lungs in a single huff of air as a heavy weight slammed against his body. James opened his eyes in a hurry, then squinted against the overhead light.“Good morning, sweetie!” a voice to his left intoned with a high-pitched cheeriness. He swiveled his head, his jaw clenched, and eyes narrowed. “What do you want, Christian?” Christian took on an air of mock outrage. “I couldn’t just miss my bestest buddy?” His voice still carried the earlier tone. James sighed in annoyance. “Did you have to jump on me?” He nodded vigorously as he pursed his lips causing his long, blonde bangs to fall into his eyes. Christian flicked his head and whipped them back off his face. “I was just following orders to wake you up, bro, so chill.” He rolled off the bed to his feet. “We just got here a little bit ago in case you were going to ask. Oh, Eliza said not to worry about showering cause we’re all gonna ride horses or… whatever.” Christian shrugge
After everyone had had their fill, they all headed out to the horse barn in order to give the horses a little exercise before the massive storm hit. The weather channel was claiming it was to be on a par with the freak snow storms that swept the country during the winter of 2014. Most of the horses that were currently there would be taken out as they had such a large party. Even Heather, the tall blonde who helped take care of the horses, was there making last minute preparations before the holiday. She helped everyone get saddled up and settled—James was paired up with Shadow, of course—and they set off at a slow pace. Bundled up against the cold, they explored the wooded trails, the lakeside, and more of the grounds than he had ever seen. Originally, what he had taken for being a few hundred acres of the estate, really turned out to be more than a thousand. It was massive and beautiful in an odd, winter wonderland sort of way. The oaks, willows, and dogwood were all stripped of the