by Bernard Renaud

Created on: October 04, 2010   Last Updated: October 14, 2010

James stood by the front doorway looking out at the early morning sky. The clouds were slowly moving eastward leaving behind a clear blue morning sky. He walked over to the garage ,opened the door of the blue Bentley silver ghost and slide in behind the steering wheel. With a gentle hand he turned the ignition key. The English shires rose from their slumber, the early morning dew still fresh on the brown  hay. They stood alert, awaiting the command.

 James sat quietly, looking out through the window of the blue silver ghost. It was view that had become familiar with. He sat for a moment   ... a moment of reflection.The moment passed. With a gentle tap of the reins the English shires lurched forward and began to move slowly towards the front entrance of the house.

  Mr. Winchester sat reading his morning newspaper the air filled aroma of freshly brewed coffee when the side entrance door bell rang .He walked over side entrance door keep on the intercom.

“Who is it?” he asked

“U.p.t., special delivery”, the voice answered.

“Please leave the ……..

“What? Are we to renew our vows, once more?” Mrs. Winchester asked as she walked into the kitchen.

 He looked around somewhat startled by the firm tone of her voice. He hesitated before answering watching as she walked towards the stove where the whistling copper kettle sat under the copper hood that reached out over the stove top. She always looked at ease in her safari outfit.

 “No Martha-Elizabeth” he said, as he took the letter from the driver and placed it on the counter top returning to the kitchen table, turning to the next page of the early morning newspaper.

 “Thank goodness, I am not certain I could go through that again” she said in a humors tone.

 An early morning autumn breeze blew through the partly opened kitchen window filling the morning air with the sweet smell of chrysanthemums. She stood looking towards the window, the soft velvety white curtains blowing gently in the early morning breeze.

Will that be all, Martha-Elizabeth? James asked as he entered the kitchen.  

“Martha Elizabeth”, she remarked as she turned to look at James.”

James walked over to the kitchen cabinet without looking at her. He slowly opened the cabinet doors picked up the toile coffee mug. For a moment he held in his hand and gazed at the black and white print on the

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