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Return To Sender (Part Twelve)
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Return To Sender (Part Twelve) |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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Riding behind the ambulance, Mary Lou’s face illuminated by the flashing lights.... her worry could easily be seen. Bill had suffered a blow to his head from the driver’s side window. The encouraging news to her was that it appeared that Bill would recover from this injury. He had woken briefly before the ambulance sped away, and his slight but noticeable smile did give her some comfort. Bill was a fighter, he would not go down easily. He would be ok...She told herself this repeatedly during the ride, some forty odd miles to the nearest large hospital where Bill was being taken. She was fortunate that the State Police offered to transport her to the hospital. Without their assistance, she would have been stranded there. She did not want to return to Bill’s home and sit endless hours....waiting for some news from the hospital. Mary Lou knew that she would rest much easier if she were allowed to be with Bill. She wanted this. This man was deeply loved by her. Bill was becoming so much a part of her life...a new life that would not exist, were he not part of it. And this life is what she wanted. Their brief passionate moments spoke strongly of their desires for the other. Simple passion was not all that existed between them. Mary Lou had with her a novel written by Bill. A novel of a world that once existed during a chivalrous time. She knew that this genre was a favorite of Bill’s. She very much enjoyed reading his works of an era long since passed yet deeply ingrained in the soul of the writer. One would have thought Bill had been of another time and place, for he wrote so vividly and passionately of a time of Knights, their maids and maidens, of dragons and courtyards where minstrels played merry tunes. She could almost hear the laughter of the children playing innocent games, children’s fantasies that carried through the ages to modern times. Little did she know that she were the maiden of his words, the woman of his knightly quests...For thee art the spring of my life and thy lips I thirst of thee...The hallowed halls of his castles rang pure with the passion of this man. The brisk night air swirled through the archway of the emergency entrance. Anxious attendants removed Bill from the ambulance and whisked him into the brightly lit expanse of a modern hospital. Mary Lou walked hurriedly beside them. She wanted to ensure that Bill knew she was ok, that she was there beside him, even during those moments when he was quietly taken into the MRI room, where a CT and MRI would reveal that Bill’s skull was intact and that the bruising of his brain would subside over coming days. Bill would recover from his injuries and life would return to some semblance of normalcy soon. Mary Lou was very thankful for this blessing, so appreciative that their goals would not be seriously jeopardized by this unforeseen and untimely mishap. Sitting quietly, reading Bill’s novel...smiling slightly at the antics of this knight in his quest. Reading each word intently, becoming a part of the scene conveyed within...she shuddered from the words...a tear welling within an eye...Beautifully composed, so gallant and captivating, the story unfolded before her eyes as she stood high above the courtyard...looking down from a stone formed window as a light breeze swirled her silken gown....casting a single rose from the heights into the waiting fingertips of Sir Malvain, her lover...they smiled, she waved as he turned upon his steed and rode from the castle....the hoof beats echoing from the great oaken gate extended over a moat flourishing with cattails and lily pads. Her lover rode into the setting sun, his duties sworn, always obeyed. He would return...for she held his key...and he held hers. Keys to their hearts. “Ma’am”, she heard a voice say to her, breaking the spell she had fallen into. She looked up to the eyes of a doctor. The news he gave her confirmed what she had been informed of and Bill would be allowed to return home within seventy-two hours. The swelling, still there, would subside and Bill should recover well from these injuries though he would have little or no recall of the events after the accident, nor the brief smile that he had given to Mary Lou before the ambulance sped away into the darkness, lights flashing brilliantly into the night skies. Bill looked so pitiful, lying there asleep....an IV in his left wrist, heart monitor on the end of a fingertip, the beep of his heart’s rhythm sounding silently in the background. A private room, one where she could sit, even sleep within the comfortable expanse of an uncharacteristically comfortable chair. A warm blanket would cover her legs and feet nicely as she sat there with Bill. Such devotion, why would a man run away from a love that was so deep within a woman? What would have brought him to such a decision, given who loved him? This had haunted her, haunted them both for so many years. Years where she tried to find him, finding so many dead ends, so many wrong turns in a trek that would cover thousands of miles of effort in an electronic pursuit that eventually struck gold, pure gold. “Mary Lou?” Bill’s voice startled her. He was awake. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You know This is one of the best gifts any of us could receive. What a wonderful weave you are creating here Barry. Hope you had a wonderful holiday. TD |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
When it's all done? I'd like to talk to you about some criticisms [slight...bent only on continuity...] as I'm still learning, and want to discuss some pros and cons... You old pro, you! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Magnus~ I have nothing but admiration for you and praise for this piece~ THANK YOU for being a writer~  *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I have been kept waiting long enough.... "if you won't let me fall for you |
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