8: Ode to Cherry Creek, by Lady Deb

MURDER AND MAYHEM AT CHERRY CREEK

EPISODE 8

BY: LADY DEB

 

 

 

Ode to Cherry Creek

 

 

    Deb walks into her room after a full night downstairs at the bar. She flips on the lights and sits at her dressing table, takes down her long hair and begins her nightly ritual of brushing out the long tresses until they shine. She changes into her nightie and looks at the clock, 3:30 AM.

 

    Lady Deb crosses her room and looks out the window down onto Main Street. The Street lights are giving off an eerie glow. The moon is shining brightly, the night sky is filled with stars, the town is so quiet. There is no one on the streets here. It’s nothing like the hustle and bustle of the big cities she had grown accustomed to before.

 

    She turns and surveys her room and smiles. It is so nice to have a place of her own. It may just be a hotel suite but it is her own little niche. Miss Dolly told her when she decided to stay that she could decorate it, hang a few pictures, a few knick-knacks, just nothing too extreme. She has a few paintings, landscapes, with hues of yellows, greens, and browns with skies so cloudless and blue. She began to collect music boxes, so now it does show a bit of her personality.

 

    She walks over and runs her finger across the top of the antique writing desk she had to have. Seeing it in the shop window, it caught her eye, she had turned to go but she couldn’t. Lady Deb walked into the shop and left only after purchasing the piece, arranging for delivery and making a new friend. Deb sighs at the memory; that was a great day. She seats herself at the desk, pulls her journal out and begins to write.

    I have found a true home in Cherry Creek. Miss Dolly (My boss, my landlord and friend) is fantastic! She has a good heart and an insight into others that is sometimes uncanny. Sometimes I wonder how we became such good friends. I asked her today and she said “Deb you’re not nearly as bad as you pretend to be.”

 

    The job is good. I manage “the Pale Rider” saloon. As long as no one calls in sick all I have to do is be there to rake in the profits. Miss Dolly owns the place and she knows the saloon brings in most of the money. But she didn’t enjoy running it, that’s why I got the job. The hours suit me and I do love people.

 

    Miss Dolly is much happier in the kitchen baking her pies. They are famous state wide. She asked me to help a couple of days ago. I managed to cover myself in flour and destroyed a dozen pies! We laughed but I haven’t been invited back into the kitchen again.

 

    In the few weeks that I have been a true resident here, I have met quite a few colorful characters. The two that stand out most in my mind tonight are Scotty and Cadlin. They are the town’s mechanics. Any time trouble appears you can be sure those two are nearby. I guess that’s why I like them; hanging out with them I’m sure to find adventure.

    Last week one day we went fishing for the town’s version of ‘The Loch Ness Monster’. We had to trespass on government property to get to the good fishing spot. Scotty fell in and Cadlin had to rescue him. I was laughing so hard at the two I slipped and fell in too.

    It was a great day all around, even though we did have to make our way back to town soaking wet and shivering.

 

    I think I’ll sign off tonight Journal with an ode to Cherry Creek;

 

Ode to Cherry Creek

 

I’ve found a home in Cherry Creek.
A place to belong;
The people accept me for who I am.
I can be strong;
Life is good and I am happy here.
I no longer fear;
In the wee morning hours I close my eyes.
The voices I hear;
I find comfort in my dreams now.
No longer wake screaming;
I wake each day with a smile on my face.
Am I still dreaming;
I wander the streets of the quiet little town.
A song in my heart;
Visiting friends and making new ones.
A brand new start;

 

    Deb closes her journal and crosses to the bed and is quickly asleep without a care in the world.