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.”

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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

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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.

 

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 2

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Ka’ya rested her hand on the smooth handle of the door for a moment, before stepping into the booth. She really couldn’t believe she had made it all the way here without being detected. Despite this she kept casting furtive glances over her shoulder as she paid. She sat down for several minutes in silence.

“You may begin at any time,” a pleasant voice said in the universal language.

Ka’ya jumped. ‘Calm down!’ She told herself sternly as she glanced at the partition, where some kind of illusion had been placed so the person on the other side looked like they had a fog surrounding them.

Ka’ya shook her head and took a deep breath, she had paid for an hour but she didn’t want to spend it breathing.

“I erm,” Ka’ya began slowly in the universal language and stopped as she realised her voice was shaking.

“There is purified aqua under the panel,” the voice whispered at sub level volume in Rubarian.

Ka’ya started, if the voice knew she was from Ruby then maybe…she looked up half expecting the door to be yanked open.

“You are safe here,” the voice whispered again in Rubarian.

Ka’ya nodded slowly as she lifted the panel and drained the liquid dry.

“Okay, well, erm,” Ka’ya began again, she had always listened to the confessions on radio and wondered why people would go there just to hesitate, surely if they had travelled all the way to Hoxcer then they could talk about whatever. Now of course she knew better, once the words were out then she couldn’t take them back.

She took another deep breath and began in a hesitant voice.

“I now believe in the concept of soul mates. I knew something was missing from my life but I didn’t know what, until I met the person who had the other half of my soul.” Ka’ya said softly.

“I am in love with someone I shouldn’t…well not shouldn’t but can’t be in love with. To his family, to his whole planet, to the galaxy no one is deserving of him…of angels –” Ka’ya paused as the confessionary gasped softly.

“I know it’s wrong. I am nothing in the face of a celestial being, but somehow my heart did not get the message, and nor did his. We are different species; we may look alike, poor replicas of angels of course but still incompatible in every sense. I understand the logic; I get the argument that has been had for centuries that angels cannot mate outside their own race. They are too powerful and too important to the balance of the galaxies.” Ka’ya said in a rush, the words flowing out of her rapidly and uncontrolled.

Ka’ya sighed. “Even here on Hoxcer, I mean no offense but even the most lawless place abides by that one rule. So what does that make me?”

Ka’ya pressed her hands into her eyes as she felt tears sting her eyes as she whispered; “My soul has mated with his.”

“By the Goddess!” The confessionary whispered in the language of angels at a sub-level volume that even Ka’ya’s keen hearing would have missed had all her senses not been on high alert for any sounds of approaching footsteps. She had confessed to consorting with an angel, the entire galaxy might be after her.

Feeling panicked by the outburst, Ka’ya gained her feet then realised she had paid for judgment.

“I so confessed.” She said hastily, wanting the entire thing to be over.

“I…” the usually indifferent confessionary seemed lost for words, which shocked Ka’ya even more and not for the first time she questioned herself on why she felt a need to share her story.

“I can place no more judgment than you place on yourself,” the confessionary said, “but know this; the soul is never wrong.”

Ka’ya stilled as she focused all her attention on those words. She was about to ask another question when she smelt it, a mile away at most, but they had found her, she needed to leave.

Rushing out she almost missed the words the confessionary spoke in Rubarian; “Don’t always believe the propaganda the higher angels preach.”