REMOVE COURTNEY AND ALL HER FORMER AND CURRENT FRIENDS!
BE ADVISED: THE FOLLOWING AND FRONTAL CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
BE ADVISED: THESE PERSONS UNTIL THEY DESISTS FROM MY LIFE AND PREMISES, AND HOMES, WILL BE NAMED – EVERYDAY – THESE PERSONS, ARE NOT, AND SUBJECT TO THE LAW OF WILLFUL DISRUPTION OF THE PEACE, CANNOT EVER BE ALLOWED TO FOLLOW ME, MY WHERABOUTS INCLUDING KNOWING MY WHERABOUTS, WORK WITH ME, MY WRITING, OR ANYTHING CONCERNING ME, MYSELF, AND MY FAMILY; BRIANNA HER FAMILY AND FRIENDS, COURTNEY, “CASEY”, PRINCE HARRY, MEGHAN, DAVID, THE REAL HANNIBAL LECTER, MY BOYFRIEND, THE FBI MAN AND GIMPY, ERIN, ANY PRIVATE DETECTIVES OR PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS THEY HAVE USED SINCE 1986, ANY DRUG LORDS, ANY WAR LORDS, ANY PREGO-FETISH FREAKS WITH SEXUAL PERVERSIONS OF A SEXUAL FANTASY OF A PREGNANT WOMAN AND A PREGNANT BELLY ON ME, BRIANNA’S FRIENDS, ANY BREAST-FEEDING FETISH FREAKS, ANY FETISH FREAKS OF DISPROPORTIONATE OR ENLARGED WOMAN’S BREASTS, ANY FETISH FREAKS OF BULBOUS THIGHS, ANY AND ALL DETOX FETISH’S – ON ME, CHUNKY, AND CHUNKY NEIGHBOR’S, ANY BIRTH DEFECT – SPRAYERS, MY FORMER EMPLOYER, THE MEDIA, NY COP, MUST I REALLY MAKE THIS LIST – LONGER?!
December 17, 2019
MAKE SURE THIS GETS TO A MAN WHO ISN’T AFRAID, AND IS WILLLING TO TAKE ORDERS, AND LISTEN TO A WOMAN, ME, CHERITH GJESTLAND, AND NONE OTHER!
Do you know when I saw Raiders of The Lost Ark with my mother here in Florida, at Countryside Mall, in Clearwater, Florida, a military man went purposefully, to see me. To see the real me, sitting in his vehicle, and he was neither ashamed, embarrassed, afraid, or e’scared, concerned, or worried, that my brain was female. And, women weren’t allowed in the military at that time.
I really don’t appreciate dumb sons-of-bitches in my military. You might as well wear a dirty sock over your face and call it – a disguise. Meaning, will anyone really be fooled? No.
That firefight on the White House lawn in the movie, Olympus Has Fallen, is meant to show me at the Inauguration of President Obama in January 2013 at the White House. That is meant to deceive and mislead, and fool people, those are future plans that are a very real reality.
It’s very possible, I shut down because of it.
Like a vault, the doors to my brain – SHUTDOWN, IMMEDIATELY CLOSING OF THE DOORS TO MY MIND IN AN INSTANT! SHUTDOWN – THAT FAST.
The future attack plans on the White House go together with this man I wrote about yesterday who looks like he moved to DC in 2010.
You all have been following after the wrong movie, it is not Point Break, or Silence of The Lambs, it is, Something Wicked This Way Comes. It goes together with finish each other’s sandwiches, from Frozen. Something Wicked This Way Comes was made because of this girl…
And, this photo was taken a few years after I saved a President’s life – by being me.
A lot of the movie, Olympus Has Fallen, just has a lot of details, so if I don’t write about something, a detail, someone else thinks could be important, mostly what is in the movie, are just the already detailed details of my life. The biggest thing, that attack on the White House lawn, only a few minutes into the movie.
I’ll repeat, that shutdown is real.
I’ll repeat again, the safest place for the President to be on the day of September 11th, 2001? Near Cherith, in state with Cherith. Meaning, obviously there was intel and intelligence of a possible threat, so what did they do to protect the President? They placed him near your greatest weapon, me. Cherith Gjestland.
The fact that President Bush was in Sarasota, Florida – and this is not a joke – on September 11th, 2001, says, Amish. And, it says Amish to more than just me. If you follow the movie Witness from that, you will get nowhere.
Amish really is a man. Amish really is a man I met, talked with, socialized with, and nearly dated for real, by way of – church at the Young People’s group. I used to go to a church that met at Bloomingdale High school in Brandon, Florida, early nineties. I don’t remember his name, he did have naturally blonde hair, and he really was from an Amish family. I found him interesting, until something got weird. Then, I stopped going.
Am I the only one, getting this? Do you people really not know your Asians? That leader Kang in Olympus Has Fallen, that actor looks very Chinese to me, very traditional, traditionally Chinese, um, not Korean. From that movie, Olympus Has Fallen the real threat is not in China, or Korea, it is within our own borders.
15 minutes to get armed forces to White House, and they got 13, is a trap to catch bad guys, so don’t follow it, it’s not a very good trap.
The television conversations with the terrorist looks like – Austin Powers. That’s all.
3-pronged, is really three legs. Men have three legs, two they walk on and one they swing around, or use to prop themselves with, mental image, their penis.
The President’s son is really…
…me.
Banning is really the President; it is probably why you haven’t gotten much intelligence or intel from the movie.
Staircases just say my brother’s home in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, on Guernsey. Cowed.
I Admire You, if this is really in the movie, if this was really in the movie, and not something they edited into my movie, it is a little frightening. It set off an alarm for me. Meaning, that is very real, and multiple people and persons.
Did anyone notice how the female Asian woman, had a – terrible pronunciation of – is it even Korean they are speaking, or did they make up words, and use multiple Asian languages in words?
I think this is a rouse. Just a detail used in the movie. My mother repeated talked about how this boy, this Korean student, was too young. Too young. Too young. Too young, and she was – displeased – that she was made to deal with him, in a manner of speaking. Displeased. Why has no one investigated, Sandy Hill?
Sandy Hill is Jewish, she is my mother’s former manager, and Sandy Hill did not like, Christians. It is not the Jewish, it is Sandy Hill who has some explaining to do regarding her role, as manager over my mother. I’ve written about this before, there is some questionable procedures regarding my mother.
Every stroke, given to my mother looks like now, was an attack on the Presidency. The United States Presidency, it doesn’t matter the administration, my mother was being used to show attacks upon the United States Presidency. Not a thwarted attack. It was telling people; we’ve attacked the United States President.
Then, letting my mother die while in care, should not surprise anyone if Courtney died because she was responsible for killing and executing my mother.
Waiting to acknowledge, and show that my mother was actually dead, waiting until, 2016, April 2016 was the trip to Canada with my brother and father (with a pseudo Hugh Jackman as the pastor giving the eulogy) was a cover-up to try and place the blame of my mother’s death on the 2016 Presidential Administration, when the blame is on the Obama Administration.
I don’t blame the Obama’s for my mother’s death, or the White House, I am telling you, that you have wrong intelligence and you don’t yet know it goes with my mother, The White House and the time of her death during the Obama Administration.
Her strokes, my mother’s strokes were meant to show weakness within the Presidencies.
I am sorry to tell you this because this is money, and resources, yet this is out there, my mother, my father, my brother, and me, are truthfully seen as living members of The White House, so it literally is a matter of national security, how healthy we all are. And alive.
They should have been paying attention to the pattern, to her heart condition, to the strokes AS A MATTER OF NATIONAL SECURITY!
Me…
…saving a President’s life, is not make me as Secret Service, so please stop following that. It makes me a matter of national security.
Let me write it again, it makes me a matter of National Security, and every member of my family being alive, and well, and happy, is also a matter of national security.
Be advised, be aware, that is what is out there, and, in the world, it is a matter of national security, our lives.
There probably really is orders in a file somewhere, if someone looked for it, painstakingly look for the files, or paperwork, about protection detail for me and my family as a matter of national security regardless of the Administration. Probably from the time I was born, and not sooner.
So, I am not a reporter that meets with terrorists, for an interview, I will find them, if you ask it of me.
This is something else, also, these two building, the one my home is in and the home across the concrete walkway, are the Legislative, and the Executive branches of the United States government. In someone else’s mind. I don’t think that way; however, it is why when my brother and I first looked at the model home here, I asked – get it, a question, I asked – isn’t this house for sale? Being the model home.
The pond behind these buildings, are the Potomac River, and that goes together with the movie, Conspiracy Theory, and the panning of the camera over the river, to the horse stables of the – Judge’s house.
The tell that I was and am in the wrong building and home is when Rachel Robar asked me to go with her to have a Mary Kay makeover, at an office in a one floored office buildings complex and it’s named Executive – something or other, on Kingsway Rd, in Brandon, Florida.
No, I need to be in the Legislative Branch of the Untied States government, and if you follow that correctly, Legislative Branch, are – legs.
I did all the work, not David, I did it.
The numbers on my address here, don’t mean what you think it means. That’s in someone else’s mind. It is not about my age. Or, a time in my life, it is about the Legislative branch of the United States government, that’s where I belong.
The smoothie scene with Banning tells me, conspiracy, probably Erin at The Container Store, the smoothie is a Shakeology purchase that had me gain weight from only having a smoothie. I gave it away because I couldn’t return it, and I couldn’t just – do you know how hard it is to come by money? When you’re not wealthy? I couldn’t just throw that money away. I gave it to my brother.
Interesting thing, Banning’s wife, the nurse, her outfit tells me, I know this is weird, it tells me, she needs another shirt on. Another short-sleeved shirt. Not yet sure why that is. That is what it says.
And the gunshot wound to the President in the movie, Olympus Has fallen, says my mother’s “self-inflicted” gunshot wound was not self-inflicted, or a suicide attempt.
So, let’s straighten this mess up, my mother, my real mother, Gayle Gjestland came to the United States to Los Angeles, California because of a Frenchman from France, not a French Canadian, from France AND TALENT-SCOUTED HER – FOR COUNTER TERRORISM – IN THE FIFTIES!
TALENT SCOUTED MY MOTHER FOR COUNTER TERRORISM, I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE DID IT , IN THE FIFITES, AND THAT IS HOW FAR BACK FRANCE AND THE UNITED STATES HAVE BEEN WORKING TOGETHER WITH MY FAMILY, TOGETHER IN PARIS, ON COUNTER TERRORISM, AND PROBABLY WHEN LOS ANGELES WAS GOING TO BE GIVEN – I SEE AN OFFICE RENOVATION LIKE AN AGENCY GETTING MORE ROOM, EXPANDING, GETTING MORE PERSONNEL, AND IT IS PROBABLY ALSO WHY, IN THE SECOND GRADE, AT WEST GRESHAM GRADE SCHOOL IN OREGON, MY TEACHER, AND THIS IS ALSO WHEN I WROTE A STORY ABOUT ALL GOLD WALLS LIKE A PALACE, LIKE BUCKINGHAM PALACE NOMINATED ME, THE MOST TALENTED, IT’S ON PAPERWORK, SO IF ANY SPIES WENT THROUGH FILES THEY WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE THAT. A MRS, HEYWORTH, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
The choking scene with Banning says mouthwash. So, who got to die when I got my wisdom teeth taken out? Because that choking mouthwash scene is me coming out from anesthesia of having my wisdom teeth taken out, and a dental woman told me to lie still and wait for a few minutes, and they brain spoke as my mother was talking to the receptionist, and BOOM, I WAS UP AND TO HER – LIKE THAT!
AWAKE! I WAS IMMEDIATELY AWAKE FROM – ANESTHESIA!
So, solider where did you get your training? Because that is not a trained – skill. That is something you either are, or you are not.
You don’t know what you don’t yet know, so until you know, you follow orders. Like, no women as an order from the White House before 9/11, again. I went to Australia in December of 2000.
So, not wanting Michael Wayne Brown dead after he’d hurt me, or the real Hannibal Lecter dead, you don’t know what you don’t yet know. You didn’t know about brain research, and you didn’t know about the kill orders on others UNLESS I had sex with those men. And, those kill orders look like they were from the real Louis. So, until then, you follow your orders, no women.
No women is about the work. And, no women, is not going to change.
It also should have been a warning sign to someone when I un-friended David Wolfe on Facebook. I had to un-friend him because Brianna threatened me and my mother in our front yard. It is not the same as what is in the threat to the United States Presidency in the movie, Olympus Has Fallen.
Paul Newman, I am sorry to say looks again, killed because of how I was being worked, at Disney. Like an animal simply pushing machine guns up a hill, and not worked as my mind.
No women, from Australia, no wonder your establishment is empty, the empty, is again, me not being married.
My belongings that I gave away to Goodwill in 2014, look like they were given to a real person, that stool in the knife to the throat scene in Olympus Has Fallen, is my stool I had since Simi Valley.
The first person to use the gesture of the hand over the stomach, a movement of the hand from the stomach down to the belly button was Josh Groban or a Josh Groban look-a-like in New Orleans, Louisiana in 2015. It is a threat, a warning, and possible death to ALL JEWISH PERSONS.
So, when I warn you about my belly being to big, I MEAN IT.
It has nothing to do with drugs, it is a threat against ALL JEWISH PERSONS.
Don’t negotiate with terrorists, and their hands being tied to a railing, is Tammy Hoskins church. The railing is a real location at Tammy Hoskins church, and photos were taken and posted on social media. It’s her church.
Please stop using law enforcement, policemen or women, State Troopers are anyone else in law enforcement as – intelligence. They are crossing guards – at best.
That execution and not negotiating with terrorists is when Tammy drugged me at her house, and it looks like they tried to drug-interrogate me, and they did not succeed.
Tammy and everyone involved in surveilling me at her home, might need to do jailtime, probation, or something. They had no authority to do so, to drug interrogate me, and it is NOW in a movie, for everyone to see.
Having someone do jailtime, or probation is better than finding out years later when another international incident occurs that it could have been prevented had people just come clean as to their actions. Like drugging me.
Erin drugged me.
Tammy drugged me.
Courtney drugged me.
A woman when I lived in Seminole, Florida drugged me, and that is another reason this FBI man got me out of that house, and moved me to my parent’s house, for my protection. He just might not have known all the details, then.
All the killing and executing people in the movie, Olympus Has Fallen is showing how my mother was taking hits as strokes, to be seen as threats and weaknesses within the United States Presidency.
Don’t negotiate with terrorist just says, Cherith followed the rules or policies at her employments.
The execution of the blonde woman looks like a hypothesis of what could have happened to real people while I was employed from 2004 to 2009.
The character Ruth looks like a fantasy idea, or image of what this FBI’s partner wanted to be and couldn’t. A woman willing to die for her country.
It does look like someone involved in production of the movie, Olympus Has Fallen has read this short story I wrote in college. This version looks like it has been tampered with as I am the writer, it’s been re-edited.
Sarah’s Star 2002
By Cherith Gjestland
There was a strange quietness in the street leading to her house. Sarah had taken almost all back roads from the meadow where she had been amusing her friends with stories of monsters before dinner. An alley with a hole in the fence between the butcher and the florist shop, where the butcher discards innards and juices, and the florist leaves empty boxes that were used to store delicate and fragrant flowers. Sarah stepped carefully but quickly, she did not want her mother to yell at her for holding up dinner by having to wash up.
As she quickened her footsteps to her house, she became more aware of the absolute silence. The lampposts seemed to loom over her and watched her as she walked. The buildings on all sides grew taller and leaned forward onto the street. The decorative wrought iron fence that enclosed the little square of Mrs. Petersen’s rose garden became a sea of sharp spikes. She thought she heard a growl as she passed, but she was mistaken. She could hear nothing. She could feel no wind, and the late afternoon shadows began to play tricks on her. She quickly rounded the corner to the backdoor of her house and flung the door open.
“I’m sorry if I’m late,” she had started her sentence when she noticed the dishes and bowls of uncooked vegetables and potatoes still on the counter. The stove was still lit, and one burner had completely cooked the pot dry.
“The stove is on,” she yelled out as she turned off the gas.
It was just past dusk, and the house was too dark anymore to see without turning on the lights. She couldn’t find the switch in the living room without fumbling and knocking over the few precious trinkets her mother liked to display for company. She went upstairs thinking her family might be trying to surprise or trick her because she was always playing pranks on her family.
The first room at the top of the stairs belonged to her crazy, sick aunt, who had been staying with them for too long, and always kept her door closed. But now, the door was not only open but also lying on the floor. She didn’t need to count the number of broken and torn furnishings for the air itself had changed. As she entered the ceiling seemed to close in on her and crush her lungs. Images of her family, panic stricken and attempting to escape while being brutally arrested and taken from their home flooded her mind.
Sarah grasped at her chest frantically searching, but she couldn’t feel it. Where had it gone? She felt the back of her neck and could feel the chain, then followed it downward until she could feel it. She held it tightly and closed her eyes. With a breath she opened her eyes and open the locket. Looking at the portrait of her mother and father, tears that had been building got caught in her throat, taking a breath to calm herself she heard a noise.
Sarah looked frantically for somewhere to hide as she heard a car come screeching to a stop just outside her house. Remembering her mother’s formal dress was stored in a hidden closet, she dove head first into the closet. Her mother’s only good dress was housed in a framed garment bag that could hold two dresses. Sarah unzipped the bag and climbed inside. She was seventeen years old, but her slender, underdeveloped frame told her age closer to fourteen. A she finished zipping up the bag, she heard someone smash the front door open.
“Auf machen! Auf machen! Schnell! Schnell!” She heard someone ordering.
She heard a handful of people in her house breaking dishes, and throwing furniture, yet through al the noise she heard a creak on the stairs. The sound of well-polished boots making their way upward grew louder. The strength in her legs left as her pounding heart flooded her ears in deafening bursts. The smell of expensive American cigarettes slithered towards her nose almost gagging her and making it even more difficult to breathe inside the bag.
“There is no one downstairs, Captain.” A young solider shouted from downstairs.
“We haven’t checked the upstairs.” In a gruesomely seductive tone he replied.
The Captain’s voice spoke of late night brandy, and packs of cigarettes washed down with scotch. His deep voice was smooth as gravel.
“Captain there is no one here, you saw a shadow,” belted the young solider downstairs.
She could hear the well-polished boots suddenly stop, then slowly turn on the carpet.
“I am mistaken, am I? Who else agrees that I am mistaken?”
Sarah could only hear silence, and she gripped tighter to the frame that housed her trying not to pass out. Then she heard the cocking of a gun. She closed her eyes tight and squeezed her lips closed to keep herself from screaming. Beyond the booming of her heart, she could hear nothing. Finally, with relief from the silence, she heard a bang and a loud thump.
“I smell starched white cotton and damp leather shoes that have been in fresh dirt. And I am not mistaken, ever.”
Chills of disgust covered Sarah’s body as the Captain’s words penetrated her ears.
The well-polished boots resumed on the stairs. Each step echoed throughout her body. She could feel him walking, each step became louder. Finally, she could feel his hot breath filling the small closet.
“Because their minds are so simple.”
Sarah heard footsteps of the other guards coming up the stairs.
“God made man first. Women were made after man. Do you know why? Women were made to serve man in any way he desired. If that wasn’t true he wouldn’t have made their skin do soft to touch.”
The Captain’s words slithered on Sarah’s skin, and she could feel bile rising at the back of her throat. Then, from across the street Sarah heard a rifle shot, and a solider screaming in agony. A second shot came from the rifle, and the solider stopped screaming. She heard the Captain run to the window and commotion on the stairs.
“We have a sniper in the house across the street, everyone to the front of the house. You and you, come with me to the back.”
The soldier’s scrambling was all Sarah could hear. Then, shots were fired back and forth, and it sounded as though the sniper was picking off the soldier’s one by one. Sarah could hear the soldier’s yelling in the street. Then, a car started up with such a panic that it screeched on the pavement and sounded as though it burned the rubber off its tires, as it grew fainter from her ears.
Silence crept back into Sarah’s ears and it seemed even more deadly. Unzipping the bag slowly, she tried to control her breath and her heart from panicking. She grabbed a coat and boots and headed for the back door darting out the door and into the now darkness. Creeping along the shadows, she slowly crawled backed into the hole in the fence. Knowing there were woods beyond the meadow, she started to run towards the safety of the woods.
Faster and faster her feet moved. Her mind was running just as quickly. Only a few hours ago she was telling of fantastical realities and laughing about it, yet now she felt as empty, as the hollow truths she made up in her stories. The scenery was no longer recognizable. But, she heard water. Stopping to take a good look around, she realized she heard a creek.
Sarah knelt to wash her face and hands. She could see the moon in all its fullness in the reflection of the water. The damp, cold night air was filling her lungs and chilled her. Thankful for the coat now, even though it was cumbersome during the running. She sat on a low tree limb and watched the water flowing over the rock bed in a continuous cycle with no end. Trying to calm her frantic breathing, she closed her eyes. Suddenly, someone covered her mouth from behind.
She tried to flee from the grasp, but it tightened.
If I take my hand away, you must promise to be quiet. Are you going to be quiet, or do I have to report you?” He said and slowly removed his hand.
“I though I was alone here,” she tried to say with courage.
“You are never alone in these black woods,” he said.
“I am sorry, I’ll leave now,” as she tried to run off, but his hand gripped her arm so tight she tried not to scream.
“Were you going somewhere?”
Just then her locket swung around her neck, as he twisted her back to face him.
“What’s this?”
“Please don’t,” she begged.
“It looks like real gold.”
“It’s the only thing I have left of my family.”
“What do you care about your family?”
“Please don’t take it. Please. I can’t even remember what clothes my parents wore today. Please, at least met me have the pictures inside.”
“A blue floral print dress, navy slacks with a white shirt and a striped tie.”
Gasping for air, “What?”
“I came too late.”
“I’m sorry, I still don’t understand.”
“Follow me.”
Sarah was unsure of the stranger and felt trapped to follow him. They started walking into the woods.
There is a small cabin near a watermill. On top lies a weathervane with a star on top. In that cabin, hidden in the attic, walls, and under the floor are a dozen people like yourself waiting for the train to Holland.” Henri explained. After an hour, Sarah pleaded for a rest and he conceded.
They sat down on the dewy ground, leaning against a sturdy oak for support.
“I was in the cellar getting the canned beets my Mom wanted for dinner when I heard them,” Henri struggled.
“I locked myself in the cupboard behind the string beans and pickles.”
He continued talking, and she could just make out the fine features of his profile in the dark. His hair was dark and wavy, and looked blue in the moon’s shade.
“I don’t know why God didn’t let them find me.”
Sarah noticed his face changing for a hardened man to a scared boy hiding in a cupboard. She took his hand and stroked it gently.
“It’s been eight months,” he said.
“Do you have a rifle,” she asked.
“I used one today.”
“I didn’t know anyone was following me.”
“I saw you leave and followed you out the fence. I thought you might know a quick way out of the city. I was surprised when you headed the direction I was going.”
Henri looked down and Sarah had fallen asleep leaning against him. “Okay,” he said as he closed his eyes.
“Wake up now!” Henri shouted.
She opened her eyes so quickly that the sunlight blinded her for a minute.
“We have to leave now! You have to get up and run now!” Henri continued.
“What, I don’t understand,” was all she could blurt out.
“In the bushes on the other side of the creek, I spotted a couple of the Reich. We must leave now. We must run there as fast as possible the truck leaves at 8 o’clock this morning,” he said.
She jumped straight up and started running with as much speed as she could muster. Henri was behind her, she hoped she was running south towards the peak, she still had a hard time seeing clearly. Branches seemed to appear out of nowhere and slashing niches into her face. Uncertain of the direction, once the sun started to filter through the trees she righted her direction. After a half an hour of running, she saw the sunbeams. She realized she had reached the star on the weathervane a top the cabin near the watermill.
“Wait until I am in the house, you go into the watermill and find Sonja.”
Henri with much speed darted into the house. Then, she quickly sneaked into the watermill. She looked around for signs of Sonja, but the watermill was deserted. There was no one.
“Please step outside,” came a threatening and familiar voice from outside.
Her heart sank as she heard the steps of well-polished boots walking towards the door.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered.
Sarah stepped out of the watermill.
“I knew I could smell your dirty flesh. A soulless animal like yourself could never outfox me,” snarled the Captain.
With that remark Sarah looked at the Captain and saw him for the first time. His uniform was well fitted with sharp edges. He stood much taller than her. His hands and face were freshly washed smelling of woman’s perfume. But, as she looked closer she could see the pores of his oily skin.
“What a tasty morsel, I think I shall eat her,” as the Captain smelled Sarah behind her ear.
She didn’t speak.
“I want to know where the base of your operation is.” I know you are working with him,” he said.
She spoke nothing in return.
“Maybe I will let you live if you tell me the details of the operation,” he said smiling.
She did not answer.
“I know you aren’t capable of too much, girl! But, I want to know what house is the base of your operation,” he insisted.
He grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her towards him, she could smell the lies as he spoke.
“I want to know now,” he growled.
He slapped her across the face and she was thrown to the ground by the force. The star she had worn for so long on her breast was now lying in the dirt. She slowly stood up and brushed the dirt away. She lifted her head fixing her gaze on the Captain.
“Do you remember the house in town by the rose garden? She said.
“Of course, I remember,” he snapped.
“I have been running people in and out of that house for months right under your nose,” she said calmly.
“Is that right,” he snarled.
“At least ten people are hiding in that house now.”
She could see his pride swell as he smiled.
“Please don’t hurt me. I told you the truth. If you hurry you might be able to round everyone in the house,” she pleaded trying to disguise her false sincerity.
His hand rested on his hipbone.
“What makes you think I would ever care about hurting someone as ugly as you,” he said.
A warm trickle fell down her cheek. The ground hit her face so sharply, she thought she must have broken her jaw.
Henri saw the bloodthirsty Captain leave Sarah quickly. His ego and pride allowed him to believe her lie.
Henri came rushing out of the house and held Sarah’s body. He could see crimson bursts flowing over her star on the ground in a steady continuous stream. The smell the gunpowder mixed with the sticky warm smell of her blood filled the air. In the morning light, he could make out a bright star above the cabin. Henri’s eyes were fixed on the star, he had never seen a star while the sun was out.
“Looking at the star Henri said, “We’ll name that Sarah’s star. For it is shining even though it is daylight. Just like you, Sarah.”
When I took this Creative Writing class in college, I wore a hat everyday because I’d had – my mole removed.
This is also a location somewhere near Munich, if not Munich, Germany that I got somebody. And Tim, Timothy Wolfe, only knew I had been to Germany. He did not yet know that because I was there because of the men I worked with there, no women because of the men and the work they did there, the Berlin Wall fell and East Germany as a regime – ended.
Not everyone is meant to work for the FBI, or CIA, or police, or a Fireman, or whatever, there isn’t anything wrong with that unless you deceive others with it.
I am not working for any of you anymore because I am too fat, too heavy, too bloated, too unhappy, at the numbers on my scale.
I am not working with the military anymore.
I am not working with intelligence anymore.
I am single until I am married.
You will find out when I am dead it was a mistake to not let me LOSE WEIGHT!
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 