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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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READ Part Three first.....please and thank you... Standing in the chill, her hand still resting on the receiver....a tear welling within a blue eye...eyes now showing the age of a woman beyond her years, wrinkles dancing the corners. Once he knew, would he...would he understand how important this was to her. She knew Bill, that he would not have changed much over two decades of separation...a time of memories, of reflecting, of daydreams that carried one through the pains of life alone, raising two children without a father. They knew of their father, for she spoke many nights of him. Her sitting in a chair beside the fireplace as they lay there, sparkling eyes absorbing each word spoken....so much in love with a father never seen. If only they knew why she so urgently wanted to see him, wanted them to see him....Why now? Bill felt confused, scared, wondering what within the letter could be of such import. He could still hear her voice within his mind....the words replaying over and over again....Haunting words to him.... He remembered the moments that she and he had shared. Having grown up together, becoming lovers in their twenties after college...having shared the same schools since Junior High. They planned to marry, but fate took a turn for them and Mary Lou pulled slowly apart from Bill after the sudden death of his mother. Bill had withdrawn into himself, so unreachable. Bill did not know she was pregnant when he suddenly disappeared to parts west. Mary Lou had tried everything she could to locate Bill. Bill’s father had passed away years before his mother’s death. Mary Lou did not know any of the other family members. Bill was an only child and no siblings were to be found. Only through a friend, very knowledgeable in locating individuals via the Internet, was she able to locate a person by his name, now living hundreds of miles away in a small farming community. Bill never had stopped loving her. He had even returned once to their city, only to find out that she had left for a job in another state....No one knew where she had moved to. He kept that photograph, those memories close to his heart, a place shared by few but greatly by those who Bill loved and admired. For Bill was a man of great compassion and kindness, a man who loved deeply, who also hurt deeply... And Bill mourned deeply the loss of his mother....as well as having left behind Mary Lou.... The letter, still clutched within his grasp. Perhaps a clue to the answer of her pleas. He opened the letter, revealing two pages of handwritten text. The first, addressed to him....the second....a copy of a poem, one he had once written to her. Dearest Bill, I hope that you find this in time. There is so much that I have wanted to tell you. So much to say, to do before I must leave. You have given me much happiness, much warmth, much confidence in myself. You are the dream that I have dreamt a thousand times, now come true. You are my love, my lover, my confidant...I love you deeply. I wish I could tell you all that goes through my mind each day now. Days have been hectic.....too filled with life’s realities. Days have been tiring yet, at the same time, filled with joy. Days have also been filled with fear....for though I carry two unborn children, I also carry something within me, slowly ticking away...waiting for just the right moment to strike....to consume all that I am... I need you now...I need the man that has loved me over these past years...I need to be held... I love you greatly, more than life itself. All of this, written twenty years ago...on a fateful day when he suddenly disappeared. He did not know of the letter, of her needs. He did not know of the peril that she was facing...Nor did he know that he could be their salvation....their Knight in shining armor... Bill, I carry a gene, our children carry a gene, a destructive gene that lies dormant within me, within them...waiting to spring forth and devour us. I don’t know when Bill. I only know that it will and is now....within myself... Bill, you cannot save me, but you carry within you a microscopic shield....one that can protect them....once they are grown....They will need you then.... Her letter struck him deeply...Tears streaming from his face....Thinking of Mary Lou, cursing himself for not answering the door...He must regain contact with her. Just once in his life, he must do what was right.... The doorbell ringing...startled him... bringing a start to his heart.....was it her? |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
He will... Awesome flight my dear poet. Awesome flight. TD |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Barry....I agree with TD...it is so good to see you spreading your writer's wings. This is such a poignant story...publishable! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Magnus~ I am heading for Part Five~ ANXIOUSLY~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Excellent... and captivating. *S* |
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pictureme Member
since 2003-11-28
Posts 248Ohio, USA |
I've made it to four and its past my bedtime but I must make it thru five...so I'm off......You keep your reader captivated for the next event. pictureme :-) |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh great...only half-way through, and the tears are beginning to build... |
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