Picking Up the Pieces (PG)
Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 10:46 pm
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Picking Up the Pieces
(First paragraph written by francis)
She ran out of reasons to stay inside. It was way too early but she couldn’t contain her excitement anymore. Putting a stray strand of hair back into the clasp she pushed the sliding doors to the garden open and carefully stepped barefoot over the rough tiles of the patio.
Leaning her hip against the railing she drew his letter from her pocket and read the last paragraph again just to make sure she understood it correctly. Yes. He was coming; he wanted to talk to her. She couldn’t even begin to fathom why he wanted to see her. But she couldn’t deny the anticipation that had her wringing her hands and the hope that had her heart nearly beating through her chest.
It had been 40 years since she’d last seen him. She never once regretted the choice she’d made that day as she was carried away from him. True, she’d meant to go back, to return for him. But life had not worked the way she had wished. She laughed softly to herself. It rarely did.
Just as she slid the folded promise back into her pocket her head snapped up. A scent that should have been long forgotten drifted to her on the light breeze. He was early. She lightly leaned over the balustrade, searching for his figure.
* * * * * *
As he approached the house he could detect her scent. It hadn’t changed in all these years. He hoped she had. He needed to know. Rounding the garden, he followed the path to the patio.
There she was, waiting for him. “Hello, Coraline.”
She walked forward to meet him and kissed him lightly on the cheek, her hand brushing his arm. “Mick.”
Taking his hand she led him to a small grouping of chairs. “Let’s sit out here. The sunset is spectacular from this angle.” She gracefully folded herself into a seat and indicated that he should sit beside her. She was pleased, if a little surprised, that he did.
“Not that I’m not pleased, Mick. But I was surprised to receive your letter.”
A slow nod and a warm smile. “I’m sure you are.”
She couldn’t help but return the smile. This Mick was reminiscent of the man she had first met. Easy. Comfortable.
Coraline adjusted herself to face him and leaned her head on her shoulder; soft brown waves cascaded around her. “So, what did you want to discuss?”
“Us. I wanted to make us...okay.” His smile had turned a bit embarrassed but his eyes were direct, entreating.
Coraline gave a soft laugh. “Beth must be rolling in her grave.” She regretted the words as soon as they were out and braced herself for his retreat. To her surprise he merely raised a brow and laughed.
“No. Actually I can almost hear her yelling at me for taking so long.” He looked off to gaze a moment at the sunset that blazed over the treetops, the streaks bleeding pink, red and gold. This had been Beth’s favorite time of the day. He could still feel her with him, just as if she sat beside him, even now, 20 years after cancer had taken her from him.
Coraline looked down at her lap, smoothing the impeccable material with graceful fingers. “Why would she want you to come to me? Have anything to do with me?”
Mick reached over and clasped her hand and waited for her eyes to meet his. “Because, above all else, Beth wanted me to be happy. And I have been. Beyond anything I could have imagined.”
His taking her hand surprised her but not nearly as much the look of peace in his hazel eyes. “You adopted a daughter. You had the family you wanted.”
“Yes. Yes I did. Our daughter is turning 41 this year. She has a son in college. It hasn’t always been easy but we made it work.” She could hear the trace of wonder in his voice as if he still could not believe he had a family of his own.
She sighed and rubbed his hand holding hers. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you that, Mick. I had no idea how important it was until it was too late.”
“I know.” He moved closer. “But, you know, in a way you DID give it to me, Coraline. You brought Beth to me.” He laughed. “She was never meant to be my daughter, but she WAS meant to be my family. Once I got past thinking I was a monster, being a vampire wasn’t nearly so awful.” Mick swallowed and dipped his head. “Being a vampire isn’t all I am.”
The elegant beauty leaned back. These were words she’d never expected to hear from her ex-husband. Especially not directed at her. Her hand fluttered over her heart.
“Surprised?” He teased. She drew back further. He chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve surprised myself.”
She teased him in return. “It takes some getting used to.” She studied his grin, and absorbed his calm spirit. “It’s nice. It suits you.”
Mick twisted to take an envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it to her. Coraline took it, tentative. “What is this?”
“Open it. It’s a ticket to my grandson’s graduation. I’d like you to come.”
Confused, she struggled for something to say and simply settled on “Why?”
For the first time since he walked up the path, Mick struggled. “Because I want you to see that you did some good, Coraline. Because you’re a part of me. The last piece of my life that I’d been missing. And I want to find a way to make it work. So, will you come?”
She couldn’t resist his hopeful expression. “I’d like that.” And it was true, she thought, amazed.
“Good.” Mick felt relieved. Mentally, he picked up the last piece of himself and fit it into place, making him whole.
Picking Up the Pieces
(First paragraph written by francis)
She ran out of reasons to stay inside. It was way too early but she couldn’t contain her excitement anymore. Putting a stray strand of hair back into the clasp she pushed the sliding doors to the garden open and carefully stepped barefoot over the rough tiles of the patio.
Leaning her hip against the railing she drew his letter from her pocket and read the last paragraph again just to make sure she understood it correctly. Yes. He was coming; he wanted to talk to her. She couldn’t even begin to fathom why he wanted to see her. But she couldn’t deny the anticipation that had her wringing her hands and the hope that had her heart nearly beating through her chest.
It had been 40 years since she’d last seen him. She never once regretted the choice she’d made that day as she was carried away from him. True, she’d meant to go back, to return for him. But life had not worked the way she had wished. She laughed softly to herself. It rarely did.
Just as she slid the folded promise back into her pocket her head snapped up. A scent that should have been long forgotten drifted to her on the light breeze. He was early. She lightly leaned over the balustrade, searching for his figure.
* * * * * *
As he approached the house he could detect her scent. It hadn’t changed in all these years. He hoped she had. He needed to know. Rounding the garden, he followed the path to the patio.
There she was, waiting for him. “Hello, Coraline.”
She walked forward to meet him and kissed him lightly on the cheek, her hand brushing his arm. “Mick.”
Taking his hand she led him to a small grouping of chairs. “Let’s sit out here. The sunset is spectacular from this angle.” She gracefully folded herself into a seat and indicated that he should sit beside her. She was pleased, if a little surprised, that he did.
“Not that I’m not pleased, Mick. But I was surprised to receive your letter.”
A slow nod and a warm smile. “I’m sure you are.”
She couldn’t help but return the smile. This Mick was reminiscent of the man she had first met. Easy. Comfortable.
Coraline adjusted herself to face him and leaned her head on her shoulder; soft brown waves cascaded around her. “So, what did you want to discuss?”
“Us. I wanted to make us...okay.” His smile had turned a bit embarrassed but his eyes were direct, entreating.
Coraline gave a soft laugh. “Beth must be rolling in her grave.” She regretted the words as soon as they were out and braced herself for his retreat. To her surprise he merely raised a brow and laughed.
“No. Actually I can almost hear her yelling at me for taking so long.” He looked off to gaze a moment at the sunset that blazed over the treetops, the streaks bleeding pink, red and gold. This had been Beth’s favorite time of the day. He could still feel her with him, just as if she sat beside him, even now, 20 years after cancer had taken her from him.
Coraline looked down at her lap, smoothing the impeccable material with graceful fingers. “Why would she want you to come to me? Have anything to do with me?”
Mick reached over and clasped her hand and waited for her eyes to meet his. “Because, above all else, Beth wanted me to be happy. And I have been. Beyond anything I could have imagined.”
His taking her hand surprised her but not nearly as much the look of peace in his hazel eyes. “You adopted a daughter. You had the family you wanted.”
“Yes. Yes I did. Our daughter is turning 41 this year. She has a son in college. It hasn’t always been easy but we made it work.” She could hear the trace of wonder in his voice as if he still could not believe he had a family of his own.
She sighed and rubbed his hand holding hers. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you that, Mick. I had no idea how important it was until it was too late.”
“I know.” He moved closer. “But, you know, in a way you DID give it to me, Coraline. You brought Beth to me.” He laughed. “She was never meant to be my daughter, but she WAS meant to be my family. Once I got past thinking I was a monster, being a vampire wasn’t nearly so awful.” Mick swallowed and dipped his head. “Being a vampire isn’t all I am.”
The elegant beauty leaned back. These were words she’d never expected to hear from her ex-husband. Especially not directed at her. Her hand fluttered over her heart.
“Surprised?” He teased. She drew back further. He chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve surprised myself.”
She teased him in return. “It takes some getting used to.” She studied his grin, and absorbed his calm spirit. “It’s nice. It suits you.”
Mick twisted to take an envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it to her. Coraline took it, tentative. “What is this?”
“Open it. It’s a ticket to my grandson’s graduation. I’d like you to come.”
Confused, she struggled for something to say and simply settled on “Why?”
For the first time since he walked up the path, Mick struggled. “Because I want you to see that you did some good, Coraline. Because you’re a part of me. The last piece of my life that I’d been missing. And I want to find a way to make it work. So, will you come?”
She couldn’t resist his hopeful expression. “I’d like that.” And it was true, she thought, amazed.
“Good.” Mick felt relieved. Mentally, he picked up the last piece of himself and fit it into place, making him whole.
