Snapshots through time: Eleanor remembers the past

Embrace me Jonah

Embrace me Jonah

Jonah waited beside Eleanor’s bed, the doctors were confused, a woman of thirty with no history of health issues didn’t simply have a seizure and slip into a coma for a month. Jonah didn’t care what the experts said, he would wait for his Eleanor, he had already waited one life time for her and he didn’t mind waiting another.

It came as no surprise to him when she awoke and called out to him.

“I remember,” she said softly. “My darling Francis, I remember.”

“If it hurts you, then don’t.” He had said to her, brushing her dark her away from her forehead, so different from the lighter shade she’d had in her previous life, with the thought came a piercing pain in his head but he fought through it.

“I have to know, I need to. On the train tracks that day, what happened?” She asked her voice urgent, as though she knew her mind wouldn’t last long in this fluid state.

“We were supposed to meet one last time, but the train it hit you,” Jonah said carefully, “I died a few years later, working on the railway, I couldn’t be away from trains from you.”

Eleanor smiled sadly.

“How can it be that we have loved each other for two lifetimes, but never really get to be together?”

Jonah hugged her tightly as his mind started to rebel.

“I don’t know Miss Marie-Ann, I don’t know.”

Snapshots through time: Francis sees Marie-Anne

The Kiss

The Kiss

Francis tried not to stare as Miss Marie-Ann walked past him, she looked good but then she always did.

Usually accompanied by her sister or brother she was alone today, and she came closer.

“Good Morning,”

Francis checked the time and grinned, “More like afternoon today but –” The words died on his lips as he locked eyes with her for the first time. She gasped and he felt a strange sensation pass through him and he was suddenly filled with the conviction that he would love her forever. The thought both startled and scared him. He looked around quickly before ducking his head and getting back to fixing the fence.

Miss Marie-Ann waited; he could feel her watching him for a long time before she walked away, when he looked up again it was to find her still watching him, the sensation and feeling of breathlessness shocked his system again.

It was not the last time he would see her, she kept passing by, every day, stopping to talk, at first he tried to keep the conversation to a minimum, but it was almost impossible to resist her, she was like the sun, her appeal magnetic.

They fell hard and fast, times were changing but not fast enough for their love to survive such a volatile climate. Staying together was causing their relatively peaceful town to choose and violence kept erupting between the two races.

She struck a deal that broke his heart, even more so when he found a letter she had left for him at the fence.

Throwing all caution to the wind, he refused to let their love die and consign her to a life of misery.

She agreed to meet one last time near the tracks.

Snapshots through time: Eleanor remembers

reincarnation-the-almost-hug

Eleanor had first met Jonah when she was twenty eight, coming back from a party; she had bumped into him at a train station. Their eyes had locked and something inside her, that she hadn’t realised was tense, had relaxed. Her heart rate had sky rocketed and she had looked away unable to withstand the intensity of the moment any more.

She looked up again and he was still staring, a look of deep concentration on his face. Did he recognise her? Something about him seemed familiar and yet she knew she would have remembered such a handsome face.

“Hello,”

Eleanor started as she looked up into deep brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Jonah said still looking confused, “it seems like I have met you before,” he’d laughed then and Eleanor had never heard something so beautiful, “that sounds like a line but –”

“No,” she interrupted finally finding her voice, “I know exactly what you mean.”

So began a love affair that just like their previous life would end only in tragedy, because the more Eleanor and Jonah got to know each other the more the feeling of déjà vu plagued them. He knew things about her that she hadn’t told him yet and vice versa. At first they had found it funny even helpful that they seemed so in-sync but as time wore on, remembered snapshots of their past lives would encroach on their present life.

 

Plays: The Angel’s Choice; Act 1 Scene 2 con’t

Salathiel: What excuse did you tell them this time – to get you out of the house?

Eleanor: O Sal – I did not have to tell a falsehood this time – you where right – the truth is quite alright – I must start using it more often (she chuckles – she has a high girlish laughter which matches her sweet childlike voice). I simply told them that you and I are having a little picnic in the garden and they agreed.

Salathiel: Though your parents are used to your falsehoods I am not – what else happened I always know when you are keeping something from me. It is okay I am quite sure I can take it, but only quite so be swift – I had an eventful first day at school.

(She picks up a cake and starts eating it – she tilts her head to one side as she watches Eleanor)

Eleanor(Spoken rapidlyWell they erm – they told me to be careful – Emma Middleton of Mir-marsh told her mother that you where telling all the girls they could think for themselves. And that life as we know it shall change and such scandalous things. But of course I told her that you would never say such falsehoods. I told her; (puts on innocent high voice makes her eyes large and fans herself quite dramatically) ‘Mother Emma lies more than I do, she does it for her father’s affection – he is never home you see’ – she was quite astounded by that – my mother doesn’t really like Mrs. Middleton very much anyway, she says she is half French. If you can believe that! But anyway I can stay with you out in the open. I am so glad you are back. I am pleased mother finally let us use this garden the house is rather restricting – I can only converse to you in code – When I am with you I prefer to be free – it is the only way to be.

Salathiel: I am glad partly – to be back. I have missed you – but Eleanor – surely you believe that life will inevitably change? And if not then you must at least believe that women are autonomous beings? You who dream of adventures abroad?

Eleanor: Well yes I do, though I do at times fear such changes – I guess now that I think on it – Emma must have been telling the truth – I simply hated the way she was saying these things – she is quite a piece of work. I guess you are always saying such things to me – it has just been so long – I almost forgot – but forgive me! Your general hopeful nature is not something one forgets easily. You should be a spokeswoman when you are older or maybe an MP or the Prime Minister – You are so incredibly wise – and calm – so full of wisdom – have you thought of what you want to be?

Salathiel: I have never thought of that –

Eleanor: Why not?! I know exactly what I want to do when I am older. If this new world of change shall come then I shall be an explorer; go about the world and conquer it all – all forEngland – I shall civilise all the savages.

Salathiel: How do you know those worlds aren’t civilised already?

Eleanor: How can they be? Some of them live in huts – and wear no clothes – is that not what you said – they live in huts thereby; they are not as smart as us. Therefore they aren’t civilised.

Salathiel(Low intensity in her voice – which comes whenever she is passionately speaking) Just because they live in huts does not make them uncivil. People never like things they do not understand – so they belittle it. It is wrong! They treat the world as though it is a possession it is not and it certainly cannot be claimed by men or women.

Salathiel has risen and has turned away from Eleanor who sits appearing upset. Salathiel paces.

Eleanor: Is that what they do to you? They belittle you because they don’t understand you.

Salathiel: Nobody understands me – how can they? When even I don’t understand myself; I am a child born to parents who didn’t want me.  The entire school shuns me – they call me names they think I am strange – and do you know what I take it – because they are right I am strange, weird, and abnormal. I am a nothing.  A blight upon this earth – but I refuse to stand idly by while the world crumbles, to allow the likes of Emma Middleton to believe that she has to accept her fate – no matter how uncivil she is to me. It may seem insignificant to say a word or two but when we give encouragement what wonders it can do. I have hope. I shall make something of myself, and this world – Fate is what we make of it.

Eleanor: Hope? I wish I could feel such things. I want to explore but I know I never will, not in this lifetime – I will marry a suitor and become a docile wife – I shall lose my autonomy if ever I had any – that is the way of the world – so mother always says – nothing can be done – whenever I used to speak of the adventures I used to make up with you to mother – she would simply stare and say; Eleanor it is not a woman’s place to think – it is a woman’s place to give life, to cook, to clean – That is and always shall be the way of the world. At least you still have hope Salathiel – that counts for something.

Salathiel comes to sit beside Eleanor who is weeping – she takes her hand affectionately.

Salathiel: Why can you not be an explorer? You must believe in yourself. Even I who am outcaste have belief that one day my life will change. If you do not have hope then well what is the point? What is the point of life – this life that we are leading – the world which has become rotten – what is the point of it all – we must have hope – if we do not then things will never change they will simply stay the same because people don’t believe they can be different. So you see we have to have hope Elli – it’s the only way.

Eleanor: You are something Salathiel! I have hope for hope – one day things will change – because someone like you deserves it. When I am older I shall like to be exactly like you – especially your hair colour I simply love it. Know come I am freezing – we have spoken the afternoon away – mother – will complain.

(They rise – Eleanor picks up the basket)

You will come again tomorrow – my brother wishes to meet you – he is back – please say you will come! If only to see me again – I shall simply die of boredom – please.

Salathiel: I shall try – I have heard much of your brother – and if he is anything like you – we shall be fast friends – I know it.

Eleanor: You shall – he is better than me – you shall love him as I do – then we can become sisters. It will be perfect – I shall travel with you the next time you go!

Salathiel: We are sisters already. Bye my Elli.

(They hug and exit the stage at opposite ends. Raphael and Isolde come out from behind the tree)