There is a saying in German; When you travel you have a story to tell . Well, I have a story to share with you from our trip to Mallorca.

On our last day the weather was foggy, cold and windy. I hate that kind of weather in Germany, but when I'm on the ocean, -- any ocean, I love it.

While Hubby and I were taking a walk along the ocean side, we saw something terrible. It was high tide and huge waves were crashing against the cliffs. At the edge of one of the rocks we spotted a thin man, clad in raingear standing tall and upright under each ocean spray. The mist encompassed him till he almost disappeared, creating the ever repeating illusion that he had been swept off the cliff and into the ocean.

Now if this weren't bad enough, we saw a young girl, about nine years old, scamper across the slippery rocks towards the man. She was drenched to the bone, her wet hair plastered to her small head. She tugged at the man's sleeve, but the man shook the girl off his arm. He laughed and seemed to make a sport of it. Then just before a new wave rolled in, ready to break across the cliffs, the child fled from the cliff's edge like a frightened little Sandpiper.

No, we couldn't hear her screaming over the ocean noise, but I'm sure she was. Was he the girl's father? – I think so. We climbed over the rocks towards the girl, who was standing within a safe distance from the breaking waves. She was terribly pale and thin and crying. I asked her in English, and then in German, if we could help her. She didn't even look at me.

Then I spoke the few words of Spanish that I know;" Hola Muchacha, ¿Puedo ayudarle?" Which means hello little girl can I help you?...(At least I hope it means that). I stretched my hand out to her. She hardly took notice of me and darted away. She ran so fast, and was gone behind some boulders and into the dense bushes that grew along the top of the cliffs.

Hubby and I looked back and the man was gone. I have no idea if he was torn off the cliff or if he just left. We rushed to the rocks and didn't see anyone; no one. The sounds of the crashing waves seemed louder than ever. Hubby and I searched as long as we could through the bushes, but found no sign of the child. We had to break off to get back to the hotel and get my mother and her friend to the airport bus.

That night I hardly slept a wink; the pictures just kept coming back. Oh how my heart goes out to this fragile child. How many children live horrifying lives because their parents are mentally unstable? I'm sorry to say, I think that is exactly what we had witnessed.

HL...welcome back...we've missed you...that is a horrible story...but what fodder for your writer! All the questions that you have...create the answers while it's fresh in you mind...you've got a best seller there!

Oh, gosh. That would have bothered me as well even after the holiday ended. You can offer a prayer for the little girl's safety, Hannelore. It was really a sad thing to witness.

Jane, I love being missed...especially cause I missed you all. Gee, even when I'm on vacation I think about you gals. You have all become a big part of my life.
Jane...I am going to take you up on your suggestion. Yes, I think this will be my next story. Best Seller? Please I just need a Best Agent.

Yes Lola...that little girl is in my prayers; very much so.
And how are you doing? I still think about our phone call and how you sang the nursery song to my Granchild.

wow poor kid and what a feeling of helplessness you must have had...poor kid scared for herself, and scared for her dad at the waters edje she must have been petrified he had been washed away if it looked like that to you adults might have looked like that to her.

this is so sillie and probiblie not worth mentioning and dont know why i am mentioning it....could it be a goust scean? did you think of that

anyway its great to have ya back even if your time is limited at the minuet soon you be back as much as usule and cousing mistchiff and coaose in the forums lol. I cant waitre hehehe

I was thinking the same - it is a best seller and perhaps a ghost story. It is a real possibilty, you know.....

I am also glad you are back. Missed you, girlfriend.

I would call the hotel and ask around if anyone has ever heard of seeing a ghost on the rocks. There's your title. Ghost on the rocks. Sounds like a drink....

ghost on the rocks, tell me no lies, poor me a drink and i tell you some lies, yesterdays gone all we got is this songgg.....

ps---Hannelore, you are missed. Even when you're just gone for a day.

Boo!

I'm back...this ghost story is getting under my skin...brrrrr. Celtic and Anno you got my brain a ticking. Ha! JJ, "Gost on the Rocks"...that's funny. And you can only read it while drinking a "Bloody Mary".

I came up with a good plot. Should I ask you what you think, or will Mr. King read this and steal my idea?