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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
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(Recap: Kathleen is a woman who goes on her first vacation (alone) She gets lost. She calls her dear e mail friend whom she has never met but they had bonded. He comes immediately. Why? Now, they will meet...or will they? Is it too late? She is a poet...He is a "warhorse" he says, who longed for another mission. Can they brave a storm? "Rebecca's Roses" Scrap continued, unashamed of the tears filling his eyes. "I had it all planned you know? A wedding, honeymoon, I didn't have much money, sonny, but knew it all had to be special for her. Rebecca had been through her own heartache, she was a shy thing, soft, sweet and wonderful." Stopping for a moment, leaning forward, Scrap solemnly spoke "Rebecca was a dream, she was a virgin, it all had to be special, you know for her. Have you ever made love to a virgin fearing you'd hurt her? Then you see the look on her face and watch the ectasy take over and you swell with love?" Frank nearly spilled his coffee, and asked impatiently of the old man "Yes, well, uh, never mind me, please go on.....go on!!" Scrap talked lower, almost in a whisper. "I was calling her name....Rebecca...counting the precious moments when she would emerge from a dream to a picture to reality." He began to cough. Frank wanted to choke this old sailor, but instead offered a glass of water, and held his breath hoping he would survive to tell the rest of the story. Scrap lingered on "A lady approached me, someone I didn't recognize, and asked if I were Scrap. I said yes, she took my arm and said "Please come with me, I'm Becky's siter, follow me please" I walked with her puzzled, confused, and felt the pit of my stomach give in" "Where is Rebecca?" I asked frantically. "Where is she" They walked for a long time, and the woman was somber, quiet, and began to prepare Scrap in her own way, for it was a tired, painful task she faced. He relayed his dreams flooding her with the portent of it, hoping she would relieve him of his agony and take him to Becky. Suddenly they stepped onto fresh grass and walked where the silence deafened and only bells of hope rang out from among stone and earth. The woman took his hand and held it firmly, then stepping back to allow him time, to honor the moment she herself had reckoned with. She had done what Rebecca had pleaded, to bring him to her but not alone. Looking down he saw and felt the fresh dirt, the tombstone and fell to his knees crying. There in front of him read the words "Rebecca Lynn Blake Born May 31, 1928 died April 15 1946" Three days before she was to meet him at the peer. Three days before she would receive her flowers and his promises. He had not made those promises in her letters completely, he wanted to say the words to her from his heart and see her eyes. Scrap sobbed uncontrollably now. From his soul, he laid the fresh flowers, fragrant with his love, imaginary as they were, for later he would return, on her tombstone. For an instant from behind clouds the sun warmed him as he stood there facing his past, present, and sadly his future. He whispered to himself as he tried to move. "Rebecca you are my wife, you were from the first moment I found you. Why, why did you leave me? Why? I'll never love another, never. In eternity, we'll have time and there will be no pen and paper between us. No waves, no depth, no distance. Only time, endless time, for time will not be stored in hourglasses, not sifted through until the glass cries. Time until the end, and then the beginning of more. I love you. You'll know me when I arrive there, won't you? I'll be the one with the smile on my face. I'll know you also, my sweetheart. You'll be holding your arms out to receive the most beautiful yellow roses heaven ever envisioned. In my tears, you hold the fragrance, the beauty any man could ever hope to want." He turned and left, shaking, his heart pounding. Scrap stood up and motioned to Frank "I'm old, I cannot go with you into this storm, I'd never survive, the radio is acting up, crazy, but I'll try to reach someone" Frank said "No, no, I have to do this myself, it's alright, you stay here, but would you please do a favor for me?" "Anything" Scrap offered. Frank spoke quickly "Turn those lights on, so I can see clearly" "Sure, sure, of course, no go, go find this woman. I I had floweres I would give you them. Find her, don't waste time, see her, hold her, you love her you know you do." Frank said "Yes, yes, I do, but she won't ever know it, I don't .....never mind, too much to go into, and she'd love flowers but I have everything she needs, believe me" Frank ventured into the fury of the oncoming storm, holding back emotions, tears from the encounter with Scrap. Time had ran out for this man years ago. How much time did Frank have? He didn't know, how much time did Kathleen have? He heard Scrap yell "sonny, you need someone on this mission, you fool! God be with you" Frank thought to himself "Maybe I could use a little help after all" "Thanks" he yelled back and took off running, facing the onslaught of rain, wind and fury. Meanwhile, Kathleen was drifting.....from fear to faith and knew Frank had once told her "if you need anything it's yours! I'll never let you down." to be continued Kathleen |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
This is getting interesting! It's kind of strange how it's presented, a piece there, a piece here, but its working pretty well! Another good read! Abrahm Simons "...Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose" - Trent Reznor, "We're in this Together" |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I never dreamed it would be so well received, I've received many personal e mails., and I realize I should have begun at the beginning! thank you I will write more Kathleen |
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J.L. Humphres Member
since 2000-01-03
Posts 201Alabama |
Kathleen, This is the first section of this that I have read, and I must say I am deeply impressed. Even though I hadn't read the entire thing I was still drawn in. You tell a good story. I loved it and look forward to more. J.L.H. Jason I...I have seen the best minds of my generation... --Allen Ginsberg |
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