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Grand Junction — 6 years of Denver Cereal in 10 books

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Grand Junction runs from the peaks of heartwarming romance to the valleys of desperate trauma all bound together in by the strong friendships and fierce love that is the hallmark of Denver Cereal. Since 2008, Denver Cereal has been sweet, crunchy, and addicting fiction published one chapter a week. Grand Junction is a collection of the following books:

Volume 1 - The Denver Cereal • Volume 2 - Celia’s Puppies • Volume 3 - Cascade • Volume 4 - Cimarron • Volume 5 - Black Forest • Volume 6 - Fairplay • Volume 7 - Gold Hill • Volume 8 - Silt • Volume 9 - Larkspur • Volume 10 - Firestone.

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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-one : In hospital rooms (part six)

CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE
(part six)

Mitch Delgado sat on the edge of a hospital bed. His skin was grey and his breath ragged. Alone in the room, he pulled the IVs out of his arm. Each action took tremendous effort. He pulled out an IV and stopped to catch his breath. When his arm was free of needles, he moved to the sensors on his chest. One at a time, he pulled off the round leads until the machines started to scream. He tried to stand but the effort was too much for him. He fell on the monitor of the screeching heartrate machine. He slipped off the monitor and fell to the base of the machine. Still fighting, he grabbed the power cord and gave it a good yank. The heavy end of the cord flew out of the socket and hit him in the eye with a solid “whap.”

He passed out. Holding a damp dish towel, Maresol rushed into the room. She glanced at the bed and panicked.

“Mitch!” she screamed.

He grunted. She went to him.

“I should just leave you there,” Maresol said.

“I have to know,” Mitch said in a solid burst.

He paid for it with gasping breathes. He looked up at her with such desperation that the anger on her face melted. The love between them was palpable. She knelt down to help him up. Cancer had made a shell out of tall, muscular Mitch Delgado, but he was still too heavy for her. She only got half way up and they fell again. Unsure of what to do, Maresol held Mitch’s head against her chest.

“Have… to… know…” Mitch said.

“She can come here,” Maresol said.

Mitch tried to speak but ended up gasping for breath. When he could, he said, “O’Malley.”

“You rang?” Seth’s voice came from the doorway.

“This ridiculous man doesn’t want you to know that he’s going to see Delphie about Charlie and Sissy,” Maresol said.

As if what she’d said was the most normal thing in the world, Seth gave her a curt nod. He came over to where they lay. He pushed the monitors out of the way before kneeling down. He grabbed Mitch under his arm and started to lift him. For a moment, they hung in the air — Mitch’s heavy weight versus Seth’s strength. Seth won. He dropped Mitch on the bed before leaning down to help Maresol up.

“That’s going to be a nice shiner,” Seth said.

Mitch was too done in to respond. Seth gave him an oxygen mask and Mitch gave him the finger. Seth laughed. Maresol expertly replaced his IVs while Seth returned the sensors to his chest. They all breathed a sigh of relief when the heart rate monitor began an even rhythmic beep. Mitch pulled of his mask to speak.

“I need to know,” Mitch said.

“From Delphie?” Seth asked. His face reflected his irritation.

Mitch started to pull of his mask. He held it an inch from his face for a moment before he nodded.

“Why?” Seth asked.

“He wants to know what is going to happen in Charlie and Sissy’s lives,” Maresol said. “He won’t be here so he wants to manipulate their futures now.”

“Some things are simply not in your control.” Seth shook his head.

Mitch pointed to Seth.

“Oh I see,” Seth chuckled. “It’s in my control.”

Grinning, Mitch nodded.

“The woman is annoying as hell,” Seth said.

Seth’s voice held the tone of a warning. Mitch pointed to Seth.

“So am I?” Seth asked.

Seth laughed. He looked at Maresol. Her face implored him to do something to help. Seth looked up at the heavens.

“Fine,” Seth said. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. She’s exactly what you hate — one of those ‘I didn’t go to the Nam’ Sixty’s flower children, who never grew up.”

“She is a powerful Oracle,” Maresol said. “The only one of her kind.”

“And?” Seth asked.

“A Sixty’s flower child,” Maresol said. “She was never in Vietnam.”

Maresol shook her head at Delphie’s military service. Seth pointed to Mitch.

“Don’t you dare complain,” Seth said.

Mitch pulled off the oxygen mask.

“Agreed,” Mitch said.

He and Seth shared a long look brought about by a lifetime of friendship. Mitch gave Seth a cocky grin.

“No complaints,” Seth pointed at Mitch again.

Mitch gestured, “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Seth,” Maresol said.

Seth looked at Maresol.

“She can be here tonight,” Maresol said. “Should I call her?”

“Please,” Seth said.

~~~~~~~~

Just then, the picture disappeared and Abi shrank. Sissy’s nurse came in the door. It had been ten minutes and it was time for Sissy to sleep. A few minutes later, Sissy was asleep.

Sandy glanced at Delphie, who shrugged. They settled in to watch and wait while Sissy slept.

Denver Cereal continues on Monday…


Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-one : In hospital rooms (part five)

CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE
(part five)

“It’s time,” Sandy said.

Just then, Sissy’s nurse came into the room. She glanced at Sandy and Delphie before going to Sissy’s bedside.

“Your sister is very ill,” the nurse said as she checked Sissy’s vitals. “She’s not up for drama.”

“Yes,” Delphie said with a smile.

“Is this about the gentleman who just left?” the nurse asked.

She looked down at Sissy.

“Ivan,” Sissy whispered.

The nurse glanced at Sandy and then back at Sissy.

“How is your pain?” the nurse asked Sissy.

Rather than respond, Sissy looked away. Sandy’s eyebrows pinched together with worry.

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” the nurse said. She looked pointed at Sandy and Delphie. “I’ll give you ten minutes. Then, I’m coming back in with pain and sleeping meds. The man is gone. She can sleep the rest of the day.”

The nurse nodded to Sandy and Delphie.

“Don’t upset her,” the nurse said. She gave them one more stern look before leaving the room.

“Phew!” Abi appeared next to Sissy’s bed. “I thought Nurse Sourpuss would never leave!”

Sissy smiled at Abi. The fairy leaned down to kiss Sissy’s cheek. Sissy’s hand went to stroke the bulge in Abi’s abdomen.

“For luck,” Sissy whispered.

“Give him a good stroke, Sissy,” Abi said.

She put her hands on her hips and stuck her belly out. Sissy pet the fairy’s stomach.

“You want to give it a try?” Abi said to Sandy and Delphie.

“Where did you learn that?” Sandy asked as she reached across the bed to touch Abi’s stomach.

“Ivan,” Sissy and Abi said together and laughed.

The nurse stuck her head in the room, and they choked back a laugh.

“That’s better,” the nurse said.

“You’d better tell Sissy the story,” Abi said. “Or we’ll run out of time.”

Delphie gave Abi a full look.

“Yes, Oracle, I’m nosey,” Abi said. Her face flushed. “I want to know the story too.”

“Sissy?” Delphie asked.

Sissy’s hand came up in a vague wave. Delphie nodded and walked to the window. She looked out for a moment before turning back to Sissy and the room.

“It all starts with Mitch,” Delphie said.

“Tell you what,” Abi shook her head. “Why don’t you think it and I’ll make it happen?”

Delphie scowled and Sandy shrugged.

“It’s faster,” Abi said.

Delphie gave an acquiescing nod. Abi pointed to an area of the room and a mullioned window appeared.

“Seth’s house,” Sandy said.

“Exactly,” Delphie said.

The scene unfolded in front of them.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…


Third time's the charm? Chapter 351: In hospital rooms (part four)

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CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE

(part four)

Monday afternoon — 12:42 p.m.
New York City, NY

Ivan squeezed Sissy’s hand and got up from his chair in Sissy’s private hospital room. He’d spent most of the morning holding Sissy’s hand and chatting with Sandy and Delphie. Sissy was awake and listening in a drugged out state.

“I will come after I’m done exercising the boys,” Ivan said with a cocky grin at his joke.

He gave an emotion-laced bow and left. They heard Ivan’s progress down the hallway through the open door. Ivan left giggling women in his wake. A woman looked into the room.

“Who was that?” the woman asked.

“He’s a ballerino with the American Ballet Theater,” Sandy said. “Ivan.”

“He’s yours?” the woman asked.

She gave Sandy an assessing glance. Her eyes passed over Delphie and ignored Sissy completely. When Sandy didn’t respond, the woman raised her eyebrows.

“He belongs to himself.” Sissy’s voice came out in croaking syllables. Surprised by the sound, Sandy got up and went to sit on the bed.

“But… I mean… you…” the woman fumbled with words.

Delphie smiled at her and closed the door in her face. As if to protect them against the hoard, Delphie pretended to lean against the door. Sandy gave a light applause for Delphie’s performance and Sissy chuckled. The sound brought Sandy’s attention back to Sissy.

“How are you, Sis?” Sandy asked.

Sissy nodded in such a way to indicate that it was too hard to talk. She gestured to the side where she’d been shot. Sandy nodded.

“I bet it hurts!” Sandy said to empathize. She leaned over and kissed Sissy’s cheek.

“Water?” Sissy asked.

Sandy held up a cup of ice chips. Sissy nodded. Sandy put a few chips on Sissy’s tongue. Sissy never liked people hovering over her, so Sandy shifted away from her. Sissy grabbed Sandy’s hand and whimpered at the effort. Sandy turned to look at Sissy.

“Can you tell me about Ivan?” Sissy asked in puffs of air.

“What about Ivan?” Sandy asked.

Sissy flicked her eyes toward Delphie. Sandy turned to look at Delphie.

“I think she means you,” Sandy said.

Delphie’s face broke into a smile but her eyes were etched with concern. Sandy nodded to the unasked question.

“It’s time,” Sandy said.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…


Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-one : In hospital rooms (part four)

CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE
(part four)

Monday evening — 12:42 p.m.
New York City, NY

Ivan squeezed Sissy’s hand and got up from his chair in Sissy’s private hospital room. He’d spent most of the morning holding Sissy’s hand and chatting with Sandy and Delphie. Sissy was awake and listening in a drugged out state.

“I will come after I’m done exercising the boys,” Ivan said with a cocky grin at his joke.

He gave an emotion-laced bow and left. They heard Ivan’s progress down the hallway through the open door. Ivan left giggling women in his wake. A woman looked into the room.

“Who was that?” the woman asked.

“He’s a ballerino with the American Ballet Theater,” Sandy said. “Ivan.”

“He’s yours?” the woman asked.

She gave Sandy an assessing glance. Her eyes passed over Delphie and ignored Sissy completely. When Sandy didn’t respond, the woman raised her eyebrows.

“He belongs to himself.” Sissy’s voice came out in croaking syllables. Surprised by the sound, Sandy got up and went to sit on the bed.

“But… I mean… you…” the woman fumbled with words.

Delphie smiled at her and closed the door in her face. As if to protect them against the hoard, Delphie pretended to lean against the door. Sandy gave a light applause for Delphie’s performance and Sissy chuckled. The sound brought Sandy’s attention back to Sissy.

“How are you, Sis?” Sandy asked.

Sissy nodded in such a way to indicate that it was too hard to talk. She gestured to the side where she’d been shot. Sandy nodded.

“I bet it hurts!” Sandy said to empathize. She leaned over and kissed Sissy’s cheek.

“Water?” Sissy asked.

Sandy held up a cup of ice chips. Sissy nodded. Sandy put a few chips on Sissy’s tongue. Sissy never liked people hovering over her, so Sandy shifted away from her. Sissy grabbed Sandy’s hand and whimpered at the effort. Sandy turned to look at Sissy.

“Can you tell me about Ivan?” Sissy asked in puffs of air.

“What about Ivan?” Sandy asked.

Sissy flicked her eyes toward Delphie. Sandy turned to look at Delphie.

“I think she means you,” Sandy said.

Delphie’s face broke into a smile but her eyes were etched with concern. Sandy nodded to the unasked question.

“It’s time,” Sandy said.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…


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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-one : In hospital rooms (part three)

CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE
(part three)

Hera bounced up and down and clapped like a school girl. Heather grinned.

“You’ve been very generous,” Heather said.

Hera beamed at Heather.

“I have to go back when he needs me, right?” Heather asked. “That’s why he sent you here.”

“Sorry,” Hera said.

“At least I won’t be in this bed anymore,” Heather said with a smile.

Hera looked around her and scowled. Heather started to laugh and Hera joined in.

“You will heal,” Hera said. “You’ll be out of here in no time.”

“Good,” Heather said. “I want to be with my babies, Tink, and Blane.”

Hera nodded.

“Any word from Eros?” Heather asked.

“Oh,” Hera sighed. “There’s something about a love affair between some kind of sea creature and a young man.”

“Something to do while on vacation,” Heather said.

“The man is a menace.”

Heather smiled. After a moment, she sat up and looked at Hera.

“You’re with Zeus because of my father,” Heather said.

Hera nodded.

“That’s why you were always around,” Heather said.

“Trying to get him to null the arrow,” Hera said. “My husband was in the sea of amber. I wanted a new life.”

“And?”

“Eros is happy to give me more love, but won’t take away the magic which ties me to Zeus,” Hera said.

Heather shook her head in disgust.

“Can you?” Hera asked.

“I can try,” Heather said.

“I’m kind of used to Zeus,” Hera said. “What would I do without him?”

“Be happy,” Heather said.

“We’ll see,” Hera nodded. “I should go, and you should rest.”

Heather nodded and lay back down.

“Listen to your queen,” Hera said with a chuckle.

Heather rolled her eyes.

“Rest,” Hera said.

Hera hugged her and kissed her cheek before disappearing. Heather lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling. She remembered her first day at Catholic School. She sat near the back of the class to avoid being noticed. Tanesha sat in the front row. They were learning about Olympic Gods. The teacher described Hera as a bitter screw who terrorized Olympia in jealous fits over her unfaithful husband. The teacher had no sooner finished the story than Tanesha’s hand shot up.

“Hera’s a Goddess, right?” Tanesha had asked.

“That’s correct,” the teacher had said. “The Goddess of women, marriage, and childbirth.”

“Then why would she stay with that cheating, good for nothing husband?” Tanesha had asked.

The question caused Heather to sit up in her seat. While the teacher had babbled for a while about what he thought Hera was or did, Heather evaluated Tanesha. The girl in front of her was clearly different. Heather and Tanesha met later that day at recess and had been best friends ever since.

Heather smiled. Hera brought all kinds of things in to her life.

The nurse came in to check on her. When she asked how Heather was doing, Heather opened her mouth to speak. Her voice was gone again. The nurse nodded and reminded Heather that her vocal cords were paralyzed until the doctors felt she had healed. The nurse gave her more pain meds and Heather closed her eyes. She fell asleep thinking of Hera.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…


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