Megan And The Mayoress E-Book

Owen Jones

• Herausgeber: Tektime
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Seitenzahl: 80

Beschreibung

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger, And One Scary Mother!

Leseprobe

Contents

MEGAN

AND THE

MAYORESS

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

1 MEGAN AND THE MAYORESS

2 THE END OF TERM BALL

4 FRIENDSHIP BLOSSOMS

5 WACINHINSHA

GLOSSARY

THE DISALLOWED

MEGAN

AND THE

MAYORESS

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

by

OWEN JONES

Copyright © January 8th 2015 Owen Jones

Megan and The Mayoress

By Owen Jones

Published by Megan Publishing Services

The right of Owen Jones to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. The moral right of the author has been asserted.

In this work of fiction, the characters, places and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or they are used entirely fictitiously.

All rights reserved.

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Other novellas in the same series:

The Psychic Megan Series

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

The Misconception

Megan’s Thirteenth

Megan’s School Trip

Megan’s School Exams

Megan’s Followers

Megan and the Lost Cat

Megan and the Mayoress

Megan Faces Derision

Megan’s Grandparents Visit

Megan’s Father Falls Ill

Megan Goes on Holiday

Megan and the Burglar

Megan and the Cyclist

Megan and The Old Lady

Megan’s Garden

Megan Goes To The Zoo

Megan Goes Hiking

Megan and the W. I. Cookery Competition

Megan Goes Riding

Megan Goes Yachting

Megan at Carnival

DEDICATION

This edition is dedicated to my wife, Pranom Jones, for making my life as easy as she can and she does a great job of it.

Karma will repay everyone in just kind.

CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

1 Megan and The Mayoress

2 The End of Term Ball

3 The Mayoral Election

4 Friendship Blossoms

5 Wacinhinsha

Glossary

The Disallowed

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Thanks are due to the artist who drew the cover for me,

Jacqueline Chavarria

1 MEGAN AND THE MAYORESS

Sam Jones’ article in the local paper, ‘The Herald’, about how Megan had found the mayoress’ cat, caused quite a stir in the local community, although Megan was only aware of it in as much as it affected her at school on the Friday following its publication on Thursday afternoon.

Sam had reported honestly what Megan had said, so she didn’t have a problem with that, but she was glad that it came out at the end of the week, so that she had all weekend to work out how to deal with her new-found particular form of fame, although no-one had said anything bad about her or the article so far.

Her close friends were all mellow with the situation because she had been talking to most of them about her beliefs and supernatural powers for six or seven years already. Some had even said that they were capable of them too, although none of them had proved any ability to Megan, not that she thought any the worse of them for it.

She realised even at that tender age of thirteen that some people had to conform and that some that may have had a glimmer, might have had it knocked out of them as her mother and grandmother had tried to knock it out of her.

She did not condemn her friends for that, but she did feel sorry for them despite Wacinhinsha having said that all is Karma, so pity was irrelevant.

None of the teachers mentioned the article either and nor did her mother when she got home from school, although she could see that she had read it, because the paper was lying on the table open to the article.

She was glad that Fate had taken a hand in outing her as a psychic person, she was not ashamed of it, quite the contrary.

Her mother’s face looked as if the world had caved in, but she was battling with inner demons of her own making, or possibly of her own mother’s making, but obviously she had not been strong enough to stand up for herself.

Megan had though, and still had to. Even at thirteen she knew what she believed in and she knew that none of her friends, family or school teachers thought the same way. She was beginning to realise that it might not be a good idea to tell everyone what she believed in straight away, but on the other hand she was not ashamed of it either.

Her main problem was that she had no Earthly friends that she could talk to about her beliefs, although her dead friends were taking up the slack admirably.

She had no fear of people who might ridicule her because she had already had that all her life from her mother and grandmother. Megan was actually excited about having her father know about her, because at least he seemed interested in a positive way and so did the mayoress for that matter.

In fact, within the land of the corporeal, Mrs. Williams was her closest ally and Megan was looking forward to getting to know her better. She was not in awe of the mayoress’’ station in life after meeting her, because she had been such a friendly, kind lady. She was like the grandmother that she had never had.

Her father’s parents were very good to her, but she rarely saw them as they lived a fair distance away in West Wales, near St. David’s. Not only that, but she had no idea what their beliefs were. She could see from her father’s Aura that he was open to the suggestion of Spirit and perhaps even more than that, and he may have got that from his parents.

He had defended her since the time she had outed herself to the mayoress and thenceforth to the town and possibly even the world.

Her father read the article at the tea table while Megan was sitting opposite him, but Suzanne was still in the kitchen.

“It is a fascinating story, Megan, could we have a chat about it later? What say we do a spot of gardening after tea?”

“Yes, Dad, that would be fun, I haven’t helped you in the garden for ages, have I?”

After tea, Megan helped her mother clear the table and put things away, while her father changed his office clothes for his gardening gear. When he came back down, he said:

“I think I’ll do an hour of gardening, Suz. Now that the Spring is really here, there are a few things to do to give the garden a good start. Do you fancy giving me a hand, Megan, when you’ve finished helping your mother?”

“Sure, Dad, if Mam has nothing else for me to do.”

“No, I just want to put my feet up and watch some TV. You go ahead.”

Megan and her father went to the garden shed where they exchanged their shoes for Wellington boots.

“Have you read the article yourself, Megan?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“What did you think of it?”

“It is what happened. It’s what I told Sam, the reporter, so it is accurate.”

“I see. Has your mother or anyone else spoken to you about it yet?”

“No, Dad, but it only came out this afternoon, didn’t it, so no-one at school had read it, as far as I know. I don’t know about now though. Maybe I have a few messages, although I’m not expecting much. All my friends know what I’m like and have done for years.”

“Yes, I suppose so, but have you ever thought about the consequences of telling everyone what you are capable of?”

“No, Dad, I can’t say that I have ever given it much thought. I have known for years that Mam was not happy with it, and I suppose that I just carried on, but stopped telling her about what I was doing.”

“Yes, but now that you are a little older, aren’t you at all worried that people will laugh at you or think that you are, er, strange?”

“No, Dad. I may be, or appear to be different from most people, but that is only because I talk about it. Lots of people can do what I can do and everyone is capable of it. Many people can do a lot more too.

“A lot of it is just a question of practice, and the confidence that people won’t laugh at you.”

“You say that a lot of people can do what you can do, but how many do you know? Name one.”

“Mmm, well, no-one you know, Dad.”

“Kids at school?”

“Some used to say that they could, but I’m not sure. They don’t mention it any more.”

“So, who then? Not, er, dead people, eh?”

“Yes, dead people, but ‘dead’ is one of those words that means different things to different people, isn’t it? It is not a very helpful word, unless you define it every time you use it.

“It’s like ‘too’ as in ‘don’t eat too many toffees’. How many? Three, four, twenty? The word ‘dead’ to me, means ‘without a solid body’, but the spirit is still alive. I’m not sure what ‘dead’ means to you or Mam, but despite what she says, I think that Mam believes the same as I do.

“What do you believe, Dad?”

“I’m not quite sure, Megan, to be perfectly honest with you, but perhaps I think like you do too. As you know, my parents used to have a farm. It was miles from anywhere and although they were brought up Catholics, they are not your typical Catholics. They became Protestant.