Margaret Brennan
Bio
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 26
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 26 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ After that day, Brian watched his daughter carefully but saw nothing out of the ordinary. She seemed to go about her business as she always did. She’d wake early, tend her garden, and go to school. Upon returning home, Mia did her homework, tidied her room, and tackled a few household chores while her mother worked. After all that was finished, she’d go back outside to her garden and turn on the sprinkler system that her father had installed a few years before. She always said the plants grew better if they were watered after sunset. Satisfied, she’d quickly check on the seedlings in her greenhouse.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 25
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 25 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Morena called Brian’s cell phone. “Hi, Brian. It looks like I’ll be a bit late coming home. There’s some kind of stomach bug going around. There have been several people coming in with severe cramps and diarrhea. We are not overloaded but the diarrhea and vomiting seemed to take forever to ease off. I'll stop by Shauna's on my way home. I'm thinking of fish and chips for supper is that OK?”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 24
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 24 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Mia, her parents and Finola, quickly walked to the corner where Midnight’s food bowl always lay. Morena had washed the bowl clean, and it was still on the kitchen counter, however, in the corner was a large mound of live, squiggly maggots.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 22
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 22 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Midnight was almost tempted to tell Mia to close her eyes as she began driving down the long road to her house. “What was I thinking?” he said to herself. “That’s like asking her to aim her car toward the cliff and keep driving until she hits the river.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 21
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 21 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ With her father’s nod of approval, Mia drove her friends to the airport. She’d never driven that far before without one of her parents with her so, that meant, that she was excited about her new adventure, thrilled that her parents trusted her enough to make the hour’s drive, and a bit nervous – all at the same time.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 19
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 19 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Mia gasped and for a few seconds, stood as if turned to stone. To say her surprise was overwhelming, doesn’t adequately describe her emotions, as she slowly looked around the room at the many faces who gathered in the warehouse.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 17 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Midnight wanted to jump, run, climb, screech – but held back. She was sure Mia would feel the same but one look at the girls face, had Midnight motionless with wonder “What is going on in her mind? I can’t read it? Is she blocking me? If she is, why? I’m supposed to be her familiar, for heaven’s sake!”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 16
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 16 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ They stopped at the O’Malley house and were eagerly invited inside by Francis’ mother, Evie. “Come on in, Brian. I’ve just put the kettle on. Please sit and I’ll make us tea.” She looked at Mia and remarked, “And is it safe to assume this is your Mia? Brian, she looks ..” and she began to laugh, then continued, “nothing like you. She’s all her ma, now, isn’t she?”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SANTA'S CHRISTMAS. Top Story - December 2024.
(taking a break from Mia, I thought this might be a fun read) SANTA’S CHRISTMAS ~ unfortunately ~ ++++++++ The children awoke on Christmas morn, And stood in great surprise, As they saw the many presence Heaped there before their eyes.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Poets
