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.
Stories (596)
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NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 17
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part seventeen Max >< >< >< Tommy paused to catch the sob working its way to the back of his throat. “He couldn’t move. He just lay there, breathin’ funny and whinin’. He couldn’t move. He just lay there. He ..” Tommy stopped, looked down at his beloved dog and biting his bottom lip, couldn’t continue.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 16
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part sixteen Max >< >< >< Looking lost and scared and almost in tears, Tommy said, “It’s Max. He’s been hit by a car. He ain’t breathin’ right and he’s makin’ wheezin’ noises when he does breathe. He can’t walk. I think his leg’s broke. Please, help me. Please help him! Please!” His voice sounded more frightened with every word as he grabbed Dr. Morgan’s arm in desperation.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 15
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part fifteen Max >< >< >< Mrs. Morgan felt relieved that her daughter’s voice brought her back to the present day, yet in a strange way, it reminded her of another voice – a voice from that cold and lonely night, the voice of a young child calling out in a terrified voice, “Mommy, MA-MEE! MA-MEE!”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 14
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part fourteen Max >< >< >< Tommy smiled in spite of himself. Finally, he said, “Okay. We’ll see. I’ll go tomorra morin’ and see the guy in charge. Who knows? Maybe he can help. No promises, though. Okay?”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 13
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part thirteen Max >< >< >< Mary Ellen, in a state of near panic for the possibility of losing her friend, jumped up from her favorite seat. She grabbed his arm, stopping him where he stood and using a tone of voice that she rarely heard her mother use when she became angry, said sternly, “No, you’re not, Thomas! You’re staying right here, until you hear what I have to say.”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 12
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part twelve Max >< >< >< Thinking of that first meeting made her realize that only someone near her daughter’s age who experienced the loss of a loved one knew how to help lift Mary Ellen’s spirits. She’d always seemed so sad since her dog died and now, there’s a new light in her eyes. After all, she thought, a mom is just a mom, but a friend is a companion.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 11
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part eleven Max >< >< >< Holding Tommy’s wrist in one hand and her new stuffed animal in the other, with her defiant chin in the air, walked proudly, pulling Tommy toward her house, with Max following close behind.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 10
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part ten Max >< >< >< Walking over to his friend, Tommy, much to his own surprise, leaned over and gently did what he saw others do on special occasions. He kissed her cheek. “Happy Birthday, Mary Ellen.”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part nine
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part nine Max >< >< >< He stood tall and proud, with a new-found determination, and walked to her front door. Still feeling extremely nervous, with shaky fingers, he reached out, rang the bell, and waited for an answer.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part seven
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part seven Max > < > < > < He was lost as to what he could do. He’d only seen a girl cry in the orphanage. Even then, he was only a little child. Time after time, year after year, he watched as new children entered the home. Each time a frightened child walked through the doors, the terrified crying could be heard echoing throughout the rooms. He also remembered watching how the frightened children were calmed and comforted.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
