Margaret Brennan
Bio
I am a 76 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 (270/0)
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 Brennanabout 19 hours 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 Brennanabout 19 hours 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 Brennanabout 21 hours 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 Brennanabout 22 hours 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 Brennan7 days 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 Brennan7 days 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 Brennan9 days 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 Brennan13 days ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part six
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part six Max >< >< >< Mary Ellen quietly thought of ways to not hurt Tommy but at the same time, to get to know him better. She decided that, as her mother always said, time and patience bring results, she would have to find a way to be just that: patient. Guess if I’m patient enough and wait, he’ll start telling me more about himself.
By Margaret Brennan14 days ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part five
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part five Max >< >< >< “I’m sorry,” she said. “I never realize I speak so fast. My dad is always telling me to slow down. It’s a habit, I guess. Seems like I just get carried away and go on and on. Mom says I’m just like my grandma. She talks a lot too. Maybe that’s why my mom is so quiet. But then, I guess when you put my mom and grandma in the same room … oops! I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”
By Margaret Brennan15 days ago in Fiction
