The Doberman and Boxer stood waiting for her at the edge of the yard. Two pairs of eyes shot looks at her, next launching that same kind of look at the house; the back and forth of their  head and eye movements never ceasing as she approached them. Something was wrong. She shushed them quiet with the touch of a finger to her lips.

She eased across the yard, a dog at either side; and even though her eyes remained on the front of the house, she could sense their glances to her face. Again, she placed a finger to her lips, sending a command with her eyes to each dog. She felt the animals’ repressed, alerted energy in her very bones. Baba had trained them well!

 As the distance became shorter and shorter to the porch, a small wooden square with a slanted roof, two weathered oak posts, and four, low-rising concrete steps, Odella scanned the outer edges of the yard, all the while never changing the rhythm of her pace. The dogs followed her lead, stepping just ahead of her, and always in attendance to her face.

At the porch, Odella moved forward to ease onto the first step, but before she could find a footing….

“Is anyone out there? Baba Yesu, is that you?”

Odella jumped back. The dogs closed in beside her, snarling and barking. Odella raised her walking stick; with a slash through the air, the dogs went silent.

“I know someone’s out there.”

A quiet followed. The words started again. “Baba Yesu, it’s me, Luc.” The voice came from behind the front door, the sound muffled, as though from a face pressed flush to the thick panel. “It’s Luc Sweetwater. I know it’s been a while since you heard my voice, but…. Hello? Who’s out there? Hello?”

Odella heard movement. Something was being pushed around inside the house. The dogs leaned forward in place, their eyes steady on the door.

“Open the door slowly and show yourself,” Odella said, careful to speak her words clearly and even-toned. “Keep your arms by your side and walk out. One signal from my stick and my dogs will be on you before you know they’ve moved.”

More silence.

Odella stood as though set in stone, her unblinking eyes riveted on the front door; and at her heels, the dogs’ only movement was the opening and closing of their drooling mouths.







This is an excerpt from The House On Sunflower Road---Chapter One.

An omen of truths yet to be discovered.

This is a dragon necklace.

When I started writing this book, I titled it Waiting Dragons. This metaphor was what Odella's papa used for the truths in her life yet to be discovered. He dies before he has a chance to tell her.

When I saw this in a shop, it seemed an omen to me. I had to buy this necklace. I felt  positive energy surrounding it. I am wearing it as I write. I speak of this in the first chapter.