Briana tossed and turned on the
powder blue satin sheets of her large four poster bed as she drifted off to a
deep slumber. There was a full moon and
the moonlight illuminated the bedroom casting shadows on the walls as the light
breeze moved tree branches outside the window. Briana walked from room to room
as if she was trying to locate something she lost. The back door of her home was opened and she
walked into the back yard. The leaves
made a crunching sound as her bare feet walked upon them. Her eyes were open wide as she stared at the
path leading her further and further into the woods. She heard a sound behind
her and she turned to look for the cause of the sound. Terror struck her and she began running as
fast as she could. An embankment took her
by surprise and she tumbled down the hill and landed by a large boulder.
Rays of moonlight
streamed down through the tall pine trees in the woods. She was struggling
against the ropes binding her wrists, waist and ankles. Wolves were circling
looking hungrily at her. The alpha male
was getting closer and closer as he circled the tree. Screams were emanating silently in her head
as she tried desperately to appear threatening to the predators.
She succumbed to
the possibility of her impending death and was hoping for a quick death void of
as much pain as possible. The alpha wolf was getting closer and closer. Drool
could be seen at the corner of his mouth as he made a huffing sound and started
pawing the ground in front of Briana. The other wolves growled loudly awaiting
their turn.
Suddenly
Briana heard the galloping of a horse off in the distance. The wolves turned
their heads toward the intrusion. She
began screaming at the top of her lungs. A rifle was fired and a man’s voice
was heard shouting reassurances to her. A
horse with its rider appeared in the clearing where she was held captive. The
man aimed his rifle towards the wolves and fired. One of the wolves was hit and fell to the
ground. The other wolves ran off into the woods. He jumped off his horse and
ran to her. His black hair, bronze skin, blue eyes and dazzling smile
mesmerized Briana. His black vest
strained against his muscular chest.
Her
rescuer bent down and cut the ropes binding her to the tree. Being tied to the
tree in the sitting position without food and water, along with the fear Briana
faced washed over her. She collapsed on
the ground in a heap at the stranger’s feet.
The
horse was pawing at the ground and whinnied nervously. The wolves hungrily
approached the horse. Her rescuer aimed
his rifle and shot towards the wolves, only missing the largest wolf by
inches. The wolves ran off into the woods.
Briana
was startled by the gun fire. She sprang
to her feet shakily and planted her feet firmly on the ground to maintain her
balance.
“Who
are you? Where did you come from,” asked Briana as she placed her hands on her
hips trying to hide her fear while looking intently into the stranger’s eyes.
“My
name is Brandon ,”
responded the man as he smiled at her in his attempt to provide further
comfort.
The
image of the wolves devouring her defenseless body overtook her and she looked
at her rescuer with fearful eyes.
“Don't
worry, you're safe now,” said Brandon as he cradled her in his arms
tightly.
Briana
melted in his embrace.
She
woke to her Scottish Terrier, Buddy, licking her cheek.
She
examined her nightgown. It was tattered
and dirty. Her feet were caked with dirt
and her long thick auburn hair was strewn wildly about her head.
How did I get so dirty? Was I actually tied to that tree with those
wolves circling me? Was that man or
anything else in my dream real?
Briana
quivered and pulled the covers up to her chin watching the shadows dancing
across the ceiling as the trees swayed in the wind outside her bedroom window.
Briana
heard wolves howling off in the distance.
The air was chilly for a fall day. Briana quickly jumped out of bed and
slammed the windows shut and locked them.
The window frames rattled as she did so.
Briana stood shaking fiercely. She
hugged herself and found a large sweater to cover her shoulders. Alone and
afraid except for the company of Buddy, she tiptoed out of her bedroom. Even though daylight was breaking through the
clouds she clicked on the lights as she walked from room to room. Buddy tagged closely by her side. She felt even more disturbed when she
discovered the kitchen door to her back yard was wide open. When she looked
down at the floor she discovered muddy foot prints that led from the open door
to the living room and into her bedroom.
Briana
stood alongside the footprint and placed her foot aside one of the traces of
evidence of the evening’s escapades. The footprint matched the shape and size
of her foot. Shivers ran down her spine
as she realized she did not spend the entire night in her bed.
Where was I? I can't believe I'm here right now looking at
my own muddy footprints. Look at the
shape I'm in. What's happening to me thought
Briana as she hugged herself again to provide what little comfort afforded her.
Briana
collapsed on one of her kitchen chairs and placed her head in her hands and
began crying. The details from her dream were running through her mind. She
remembered running from something or someone and being tied to the tree. She couldn’t remember who the culprit
was. Briana scratched her head trying to
remember. She was thankful she was saved just in time. Briana realized her
dream may have been a reality and the wolves definitely posed a threat. Her
thoughts quickly switched to the man who saved her.
That man was so handsome. Am I lonely?
Is that my problem? Am I so busy during the day that I'm subconsciously
seeking out a partner in my dreams? I
have to provide some insurance that I stay in my home tonight and not go
wandering in the woods again. I think I
will put extra locks up high or maybe my friend Sally can stay with me. I will have to ensure my safety, from what, I
wish I knew. What monster tied me to that tree?
She decided to put
the events of the past evening behind her and get on with her day.
I have to get ready for work. It's French and German cuisine, the cuisines
of choice for this week. Yes, I am in
charge of my life she told herself reassuringly. I can’t wait to see the
expressions on my customers’ faces. The grand opening of Briana's
international cafe' was going to be held in only a few hours.
She
took a leisurely shower and dressed in a French mai-tre d’ costume which
included a black tux complete with tails. Her crisp white shirt was topped off
with a black bowtie. The black, pointed toe, leather shoes with a two inch heel
completed the ensemble. Briana pulled her
hair into a bun on the top of her head.
Her oval face and large almond shaped eyes added to the ambience of her
attire. She put on a splash of brown eye
shadow on her eye lids and then looked
in the mirror to make sure she was ready to greet the day. Briana turned around
to look at the tux she was wearing in her full length mirror. She approved of the way she looked.
The
day was laced with rays of sunshine peeping through the clouds and the dew was
slowly drying on the grass. Mrs. Harvel
waved at Briana while she was picking up the newspaper that was thrown by her
front porch.
I hope Mrs. Harvel shows up at my open house
today. She said she would. I wonder when Mr. Harvel is going to come
back from his fishing trip with his cousin Morrie. Mrs. Harvel seems a little lonely without her
husband.
“When’s
that husband of yours coming home,” asked Briana.
“Not
until Friday,” replied Mrs. Harvel.
Part
of Briana’s training when she was a child was to refer to people who were older
then her by their salutation and last name.
Her parents managed a retirement home for elders and when she was a
child she spent a lot of time with the elders at the center.
Briana
returned her attention to the newspaper laid out in front of her on the kitchen
table. She noticed there was a woman
found dead in the woods and it appeared she was attacked by wild animals. The
name of the woman was Savannah Smolinski.
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Briana arrived at the café. She eased her car into the small parking
space behind the café and proceeded to the back door. The door was unlocked she discovered as she
turned the knob. She walked in the back
entrance and discovered Desiree, one of the cooks, kneading dough on a floured
surface of one of the counters. Rock
music was playing quietly in the background.
Briana
got to work with the rest of the staff to prepare for the day. Everything was
in order. The tables were set with deep
crimson vinyl table cloths and black paper napkins were wrapped around
silverware and set on each table. Deep
green ceramic tiles covered the floors and the tiles were sparkling clean. The
surfaces of the counters and glass were sparkling. The dining area was warm and
welcoming with various themes illustrating the different ethnic foods that were
going to be featured at the café hung on the walls.
Before
the doors to the café were opened for business, all of the staff gathered in a
circle with Briana as part of the circle.
She decided to treat her staff like a team and asked them to put their
fists in a circle with her hand on top of their hands and she said “let’s go
team.” Everybody was beaming with excitement and trepidation, which was usually
a part of the first day jitters for any business. Briana could feel her enthusiasm rising as
she walked to the front door and turned the closed sign to open. Customers were already leaving their cars and
approaching the café.
I am so glad I hired the Blue Point
Advertising Agency to help me promote the grand opening of my new cafe. I saw ads on television and heard them on the
radio. When I read the paper this
morning I saw the big spread in the paper.
Nice work Briana. I think this
business of mine is going to be a success.
The
first two customers to enter the café were the Harvels. Clarence Harvel decided to come home early to
join his wife Henrietta when she came to the restaurant today. Henrietta was beaming as she held her
husband’s arm as he escorted her through the door and pulled out her chair for
her to sit down. He was dressed in his
fishing attire. Briana smiled and brought them menus.
“I
see you decided to cut your trip short Mr. Harvel and by the look on Mrs.
Harvel’s face, she is glad you decided to come home early,” said Briana as she
smiled widely at the couple.
“Yes,
the fishing wasn’t going well and I would rather be in this lady’s company
instead of Morrie’s any day,” replied Mr. Harvel as he smiled at his wife.
“I
tried to talk this beautiful wife of mine into coming with me this year and she
told me that she wasn’t going to miss your grand opening.”
Briana
sheepishly responded by saying, “I am so glad to have you as my neighbors.”
Briana
decided that the hours the café was going to be opened for business each day
was from 11:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., six days a week and closed on Sundays. When her parents ran the home for the elderly
they had to work seven days a week and she felt everybody could use a day off each
week to recharge their batteries. She stood by the front door of the café for
most of the day and greeted customers as they entered. Each customer was given a chance to sign up
for a drawing. One of the businesses she
partnered with provided her at a reduced cost a flat screen television and two
desk lamps for the drawing.
The crepes,
soufflés and German sausages were a success.
The rich French and German desserts displayed in the showcase were
almost gone. The steady traffic kept all
the staff busy but not overwhelmed.
Dusk
was falling on the horizon. Briana
turned to her staff and thanked them for such a great day of team work. She was impressed with herself for ordering enough
food for the first day of business and about her food choices to serve to the
customers. Many of the customers gave her many compliments regarding the delicious
food and wonderful service. She was so glad to have the first day go so well.
“I
am so proud of all of you. The food and
service was wonderful. Do you have any
recommendations concerning any changes you would like to see us make?” asked
Briana.
The
staff did not have any recommendations.
“I
am going to get out of this monkey suit and help with cleaning,” said Briana.
Briana packed jeans and a sweatshirt so she could clean in comfort. She entered
the storage room to change her clothes. She patted herself on the back for a job well
done.
All
the staff and Briana began cleaning and putting things away. Much was needed to
be done before calling it a day.
A large red truck
pulled up in front of the café. A man
stepped out of the truck. From a
distance he appeared to be tall and strikingly handsome. The staff and Briana
were staring at the stranger as he neared the door of the café. As he opened the door Briana suddenly
realized she knew this man from somewhere.
Briana extended her
hand to the stranger to welcome him as she introduced herself and told the man
the café was closed for the evening.
He
turned slowly to face Briana and gazed into to her eyes and said, “My name is
Brandon.” He smiled broadly at Briana.
Suddenly
Briana realized this was the man who rescued her in her dream the previous
evening. She began swaying from the
uneasiness she was feeling. She collapsed in Brandon ’s arms.
Briana
gazed into Brandon’s blue eyes with awe as he returned her stare with a reassuring
smile.
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