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Post by peri38 on Dec 11, 2010 0:00:53 GMT -5
OK...so I am running on slow right now...with the holidays and all. Hope you like the update...more to come soon...I hope. Paul ran. He ran as hard and as fast and as far as he could possibly run; until he had no breath left in him. When he couldn’t run any longer, he stopped to catch his breath and look behind him. He saw no sign of anyone chasing him. His legs finally gave out on him and he collapsed on the ground, sure that he was going to have a heart attack. Gradually, his heart slowed and his breathing became more normal.
“They come…but not in pursuit, but only to follow.” A voice broke the silence.
“Holy…Jeez!!!!!” Paul’s heart jumped in his throat and he jumped up and turned to the voice. “Ya scared the bejeezus out of me!”
“I apologize sir.” Brittany curtsied and looked at the ground.
“Okay…so who or may I say…WHAT are you anyway?” Paul asked the small girl. “You keep showing up and disappearing…then you show up again.”
“I am Brittany.” The girl said softly. “I just want to help.”
“Help...” Paul looked back where he came from. “How could you keep up with me? You don’t even look out of breath.”
“That’s probably because I have no breath.” Brittany answered. “I am not alive.”
Paul stepped back from the girl. She looked like any normal girl.
“Are you telling me you’re a ghost?” Paul looked incredulously at her.
Brittany nodded sadly.
“I was killed…as a witch, by the beast that you just met. After Mindy escaped him, he went crazy, accusing many women of being witches. I was unfortunately one of his first victims.” Brittany replied. “I was redeemed of course…but drowned in the long run.”
“So…why are you here? Why aren’t you in heaven?” Paul asked.
“I cannot rest while my murderer still walks.” Brittany replied sadly. “When I saw that you were looking for Mindy, I decided to help thee. I would not like that monster to hurt someone else.”
“Well, it looks like I need all the help I can get.” Paul looked back from where he came. “I thank you for any help you can give me.”
“Thou needs sleep sir….why not rest while I keep watch?” Brittany suggested.
“You’re right…I do need rest, but I think I would like to put a few more miles between us and them. Let’s get moving.” Paul started walking.
“Sir….thou goes in the wrong direction. This way is east, sir.” Brittany pointed the way.
“Yes…of course….thank you.” Paul started walking to the east…to Mindy.
The road to Boston, which in his time took only a few hours, was long and hard. Paul was lucky if he put in 20 miles a day. Along the way, he stopped at farms and slept in barns….offering to chop wood or do chores for a meal. People in general were kind and always looking to visit with a stranger. Many times he offered to sing for his hosts, or tell stories after dinner, which his hosts always enjoyed. Brittany showed up now and then on his journey, directing him on which way to go or to show him things he could eat if there were no farms around. She would often walk along beside him and they would chat. Paul found her good company with a quick mind and a funny sense of humor. He told her about Mindy’s trip to the future and how they met and fell in love. He also explained to her about his temper and why she ran away. Brittany offered her sympathy and told him that she believed that Mindy would forgive him. Paul hoped Brittany was right.
The afternoon of the 10th day brought Paul to a main road that led into Boston; just a few more miles to go. He sped up in anticipation. The road had more travelers on it than he had seen in a long time. He crossed a peninsula that led into a small city. So! This was Boston! It seemed very small compared to what he was used to. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too hard to find Mindy. The streets were crowded with carriages as they moved through the streets, and the people of Boston strolled along, busy with their errands for the day. Paul searched their faces, looking for that one face; the face he came to find. But everyone looked liked strangers.
“Perhaps you should ask about.” Brittany said beside him.
“Aren’t you afraid someone will see you?” Paul asked her as he walked, looking around at the people in the area.
“No…no one can see me but you.” She replied.
“So, it looks like I’m talking to myself?” Paul turned to look at her. “Yes…and don’t talk like that to me…people are starting to stare. The will think you have an imaginary friend.” Brittany laughed. “I believe I’ll walk about and see what I can find out for you.”
“You know….you are starting to sound like me.” Paul whispered trying to not move his mouth.
“I like the way you sound…your accent sounds like music.” Brittany replied. “I’ll let you know if I find out anything.”
“Good luck.” Paul said as Brittany disappeared.
Paul decided that he needed a plan. He was looking and feeling pretty road weary, in fact, he hadn’t had a bath in 2 weeks. He decided to find an inn to clean up and rest, then he would begin his search. Paul headed toward the dock area. He found an inn and inquired about a room. The innkeeper had a room available and a young maid led him upstairs to the rooms. He looked around the room with disgust. The room was about the size of a postage stamp, and the bed was so obviously small, Paul knew his large frame would never fit in it.
“Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?” The maid asked after she built the fire in the fireplace up.
“May I have a bath?” Paul asked her.
“Of course, sir. I will have a tub brought up right away.” The maid curtsied and left the room.
Paul took off the bag that he had been carrying for the last 2 weeks. Everything was still neatly folded and tucked away in it. He was thankful that the Reverend never thought to look in it, or take it from him that night he was put in the pillory. What a humiliating night that was; one he wouldn’t forget in his lifetime. He glanced in the mirror above the small dresser and saw a stranger looking back. Was that really him? His hair and beard was long and shaggy, his clothes wrinkled and dirty. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he put them on. He ran a hand over his full beard. Perhaps a shave and some new duds before he searched for Mindy were in order. The knock at the door brought his attention back to the task at hand; getting clean. Two young boys carried a small washtub into the room. He was supposed to bathe in that?
“The water is heating now sir…we will haul it up soon.” One of the boys remarked as they headed out the door.
“I haven’t found out anything yet but I am still looking.” Brittany said behind him.
Paul turned quickly, jolted by the voice.
“You need to quit doing that…you just about give me a heart attack every time you pop in like that.” Paul said.
“I am sorry to startle you, sir…want me to make a noise first?” Brittany asked.
“Yeah…maybe knock on the wall or something.” Paul turned to Brittany. “So…no news; I can’t even imagine where to start looking for her.”
“You say she is a healer…maybe I could look in the marketplace.” Brittany suggested.
There was a knock at the door.
“Looks like my bath water is here.” Paul opened the door to let the boys in.
“I shall leave you to your bath. I will let you know if I find out anything.” At Paul’s nod, Brittany popped out again.
The bath Paul had to take made him homesick for his time. Squeezing his large body in a really small tub was a wee bit uncomfortable. He did the best he could with what he had, but dreamed of his shower at his own comfortable apartment. Heck, what he wouldn’t do to take a quick shower in the tiny bathroom on the bus right now. One of the young lads stood by the fire with a bucket of clean water to rinse his hair.
“Young man…do you think you could find me some clean clothes to wear?” Paul asked him. “There’s pence for you if you can.”
“Yer a big un sir….but I think I can find something for you.” The boy answered as he poured the clean water over Paul’s head.
“Then off with ya, boy.” Paul said.
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Post by peri38 on Dec 18, 2010 1:09:34 GMT -5
Hi everyone and thanks for waiting. I wanted to write Mindy's journey after she came back...hope you like it. Love you all and Happy Holidays to you.
Mindy carried the bucket of fresh water into the exam room to scrub it down thoroughly. The gunshot wound victim was upstairs resting comfortably now. He was very lucky to be alive. Dr. Wilkins and she had worked all night to remove the bullet in his right chest. Now both doctor and patient were asleep, leaving Mindy to clean up the mess. She picked up the rag from the soapy hot water and began to wash down the table. Quite honestly, Mindy didn’t mind not getting the sleep. It was in her dreams that she remembered her last moments with Paul the most; the last look of anger and sadness in his eyes as he walked out of the door of his room. The horrible pain of rejection was still fresh in Mindy’s heart. Every day became a endless round of chores to keep herself from reliving her time in the future. But there were times, like now, when the past rushed in and caused a sharp stab of pain. Mindy finished the exam table and got down to her knees to clean up the floor, making sure every inch was free of blood. The emotional turmoil that she experienced since her return was finally starting to recede, and she was feeling much more settled. After all, she was now where she belonged; back in her own time where everything was much simpler. This is where she belonged and she felt confident that with her new knowledge of medicine, she could make a difference in these people’s lives.
The journey to Dr. Wilkin’s home began when she arrived back to her burnt out cabin. The leaves were just beginning to turn their autumn color and there was a slight chill in the air. That was okay with Mindy, since it matched the chill in her very bones. She probably would have stayed there, in her own little miserable world, if her friend Sybil hadn’t found her there. Sybil was headed to the cemetery to put flowers on Mindy’s grandmother’s grave when she noticed the smoke from Mindy’s campfire. Knowing Mindy would be in terrible danger if the Reverend Sweeney found out about Mindy’s return, Sybil formed a plan to get Mindy away from New Hope and the menace of the Reverend. Before she knew what was happening, Mindy was on the road to Boston in the company of a tinker by the name of Phineas T. Whitcomb, with a few coins in her pocket, some clothes, and a bag of food. Phineas was a fine elderly gentleman, with a friendly smile and fine head of silver hair. As they travelled along, he spent the time entertaining Mindy with stories of the road and a song or two. Mindy thought that if she had a grandfather, she would like a man like Phineas. The two soon became good friends. Phineas and Mindy stopped at homesteads and small villages along the way to sell some of their wares. Many times, Mindy would offer her services as a healer, earning her a few coins or a hot meal for her services. After two weeks, the pair finally arrived in Boston.
Boston was nothing like Mindy expected. She remembered the last time she was here; the large buildings, the cars, the malls, and the massive amount of people everywhere. This Boston was small in comparison. The harbor was very large and bustling for the times though. If Mindy hadn’t seen it in the future, she would have been very impressed. But now she just saw the dirty streets and smelled the officious stench of the chamber pots and body odors of 7000 people living close together. As Phineas drove through the streets, Mindy wondered where she should go now. Where could she find a job? How was she going to support herself? Panic increased the more she looked around. Finally Phineas stopped the wagon in front of a general store.
“Well little lady, this is the end of the road.” Phineas hopped down from the wagon. “I appreciate the company and the help.”
“I really appreciate the ride, sir.” Mindy replied. “My thanks to you.”
“Good luck girl….and keep your eyes open, there’s scalawags everywhere and I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” He hugged Mindy then tugged her bag from the back of the wagon.
“Goodbye Phineas….may our paths cross again someday. God Bless you sir.” Mindy started walking down the walkway.
“Mindy!” Phineas yelled. “You may want to check out the apothecary, they may need help. It’s 2 blocks down then turn left….go another 2 blocks. It’s on the left side of the street. You tell them old Phineas T. Whitcombe sent ya.”
“Yes…I will. Thank you Phineas.” Mindy waved and headed down the street. The apothecary would be the perfect place for her to work. After all, she was familiar with many healing herbs and knew how to prepare them and what ailments they were used for. Hopefully she could get a job there. Soon enough, she found herself standing in front of the store. Nervous, she entered it. The bell above the door tinkled, letting the proprietor know that someone had entered the store. The familiar smells of herbs hung heavy in the air. The man behind the counter was helping a gentleman but nodded to her in acknowledgement. She browsed the shelves and noticed the thin film of dust as she waited for their business to conclude. She couldn’t help but to overhear the conversation taking place.
“I’m not a doctor sir, but this may help the festering. Just make a paste and put in on the wound.” The man told his customer.
“I sure hope so, the doctor is out delivering a baby. It could be days before he is back and my boy is not doing well.” The customer replied.
Mindy couldn’t help but to interrupt.
“Does he burn with fever sir?” She asked.
“Well, yes he is very hot.” The man replied.
“You must cleanse the wound thoroughly. If you have whiskey, it would be best. The whiskey will burn, but it will cleanse the wound the best.”
“I see….miss, you seem to know what you are talking about. Do you know about healing?” The man asked. He sounded a bit desperate and looked to her like she was an angel.
“Yes sir, I do know quite a bit about healing. My grandmother taught me since I was a young girl.” Mindy answered. Maybe the proprietor of the store would be impressed and hire her…Mindy thought to herself.
“I know this seems like a strange request, but….do you think you could come and look at my son? He cut himself with a knife a few days ago and the wound festers.” The man asked her.
“Of course, I would love to help if I can. My name is Mindy Kinney. I’m newly arrived here in Boston.” Mindy curtsied.
“Thomas Goode…very nice to meet you, miss. Come along then.” The man headed to the door and Mindy had no choice but to follow him. She noticed that he spoke and dressed well and his carriage was well equipped. Mr. Goode handed her into the carriage, climbed up and took the reins. It wasn’t long before the carriage stopped before a large, very prosperous home. A boy came out and took hold of the team’s heads. The man jumped down and helped Mindy descend. He then led her to the front door. A female met them in the front hallway.
“Did you get something that will help?” The woman asked.
“More than that, Emily, I brought someone to help. She knows healing. I think she can help until Dr. Wilkins gets here.” Mr. Goode replied. He introduced Mindy to his wife, Emily and led the way to his son’s bedroom. The minute Mindy entered the room, she smelled the familiar odor of infection. The boy laid in his bed…his face flushed. He looked to be around ten years of age. Mindy went to the bed and picked up the boys hand. It was wrapped in soiled cloths and the pus had seeped through.
“You must get me some clean cloths and hot water…very hot water. Also whiskey.” Mindy told them.
“Whiskey? Does she mean to get him drunk?” The woman asked.
“I shall explain it to you later…right now, get the woman what she asks for.” Mr. Goode replied gently to his wife.
Mindy waited until the hot water arrived. She gently soaked the dirty covering from the wound revealing an ugly festering cut. It was swollen and hot. She immediately washed her hands thoroughly first then began to cleanse the wound with hot water and soap. The boy whimpered in pain as she worked. When she thought that it was clean enough, she asked the boy’s father to hold him down. She then poured the whiskey over the wound, making the boy scream. She quickly applied an herb paste to the wound and covered it lightly.
“That’s all we can do for now. You must apply cool cloths to his head to bring the fever down. I won’t lie to you….he is in a bad way. The cut must be cleaned and a new wrap applied again tomorrow morning.” Mindy advised the couple.
“Can you stay until the doctor arrives?” Emily asked her. “I’m not sure how to do this and I am very worried.”
“Of course…if you want me too.” Mindy replied. “You go and rest. Your boy will be up and running you ragged in no time.” Mindy smiled at the worried couple.
“Thank you.” Emily said and hugged Mindy.
Mindy stayed up all night with the boy, placing cool rags on his forehead to try to bring the fever down. By morning the boy seemed better and his eyes seemed brighter. She ordered some broth and soft eggs to feed him. The wound seemed better when she unwrapped it but she cleaned it thoroughly again and poured the whiskey over it to make sure the bacteria she learned about while she was in the future was dead. She was finally sent off to a guest room to sleep while Emily took over the care of the boy.
She slept hard and deep. She dreamed of Paul. He walked along a road and was talking and singing to himself. He was dressed strangely…not at all like he usually dressed. More like a farmer from her time. His hair was long and he wore a beard, but his eyes…his eyes and smile were the same. Mindy wanted to run to him and throw her arms around him, but she was stuck to the ground, her feet would not move. When she looked down, a snake was wrapped around her legs. Mindy screamed and woke up. She sat up quickly.
“So…you are the young lady who saved the boy’s arm.” A voice came from the doorway.
Mindy jumped with surprise.
“What is your name?” The voice asked.
“Mindy Kinney, sir. Who are you?” she replied.
“Dr. Thomas Wilkins.” The man bowed. “You did a good job in there. Would you be interested in working for me? I am in need of a housekeeper and assistant.”
“I would be interested sir.” Mindy said. She couldn’t believe her luck. The man was wanting to hire her.
“Room and board plus a small salary. Sundays off. Does that sound good to you?” He asked.
“Yes, sir.” She replied.
“Okay then…come along.” The doctor left the room. Mindy scrambled out of the bed and picked up her bag. She followed the doctor from the room. She smiled to herself. This was a whole new beginning. The future lay in front of her. From here on out…everything was going to work out fine. At least she prayed that it would.
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Post by peri38 on Dec 19, 2010 23:55:21 GMT -5
Hello all....SUPRISE!!! A fast update for you. ;D Hope you like it. Love to hear what you think.
Paul whistled as he walked down the street toward the barber. He was looking forward to a shave and a haircut after cleaning up and donning the clean clothes. He now looked like a wealthy merchant in the clothes that his new friend Toby, had brought to him. Paul was unsure where Toby obtained the clothes but it felt so good to be clean again, he just paid him and sent him on his way, not asking any questions. Of course, he still wore his knapsack, with Mindy’s gifts in it. Paul finally reached the barber. He was opening the door when the hair on the back of his neck rose. Someone was watching him, he felt it in his bones. He stopped and looked around him. He didn’t see anyone, but he could feel their eyes on him. He turned and entered the barber. Paul had just sat down in the chair and the barber had just started cutting when a voice rang out near his right side.
“I FOUND HER!!!”
Startled, Paul nearly jumped out of the chair and looked around. Paul gave the barber a smile when he received a strange look.
“Sorry…I…had…an itch.” Paul told him. “Bedbugs.”
Paul glared at Brittany, who stood in front and to the right of him.
“Tell me.” He said to her.
“Tell you what?” The barber looked at him questionably.
“Ah…oh. Well…tell me about Boston.” Paul asked the barber but looked at Brittany. The barber began to talk about different people who were in charge in Boston and how they didn’t have the sense God gave a turnip. Paul half listened to him while trying to listen to Brittany at the same time.
“I was in the dress shop, listening to a couple of ladies visiting. I’ve never been in a dress shop before. Such beautiful dresses…one dress…..”
“Enough! Tell me about Mindy.” Paul interrupted Brittany.
“Mindy? Who’s Mindy…I thought you wanted to hear about Boston?” The barber looked at him strangely.
“Yes…I do. Are there any good places to eat?” Paul answered the barber. In turn the man started in about a tavern by the docks that served a tasty clam chowder. Paul glared at Brittany. “Really?.GO ON.” He told Brittany with his eyes to continue.
“Well…. One woman was telling the other about her son. Apparently he cut himself badly and it began to fester. He was very sick with a fever and the doctor was out delivering a baby. So her husband went to the apothecary to see if there was some medicine they could give him until the doctor returned. He met a woman there that was a healer, and brought her home with him. The woman treated her son, and apparently she did a very good job. Her name was Mindy.”
“It’s got to be her!” Paul said excitedly.
“Sir?” The barber asked. “Have you been drinking?”
“What? Oh…no. I just thought I saw a woman I know walk by the window. Tell me…is there an apothecary near?” Paul asked. “You know…the itch?” Paul managed to look embarrassed as he asked. The barber smiled knowingly.
“Well yes. There is an apothecary, just down the street, then turn to the right and go one block….it’s on the left.” The barber explained. “Now…about this beard. Would you like a shave or a trim?”
“I’m in a bit of a hurry…perhaps just a trim for now.” Paul said impatiently. He sat still while the man trimmed his beard. He looked in the mirror when he was finished.
“Excuse me sir. Do you have some hair dressing I could use?” The barber gave him a tub of what looked like bacon grease. Paul stuck his nose in it. Hmmmm..didn’t smell too bad. He took a dollop of it and rubbed it between his hands. He ran it through his hair and gave himself his famous flip in the front. The barber looked at him strangely as Paul smiled widely at himself. He was off to see a girl. A beautiful, wonderful girl.
“I thank you kind sir.” Paul took the barber’s hand in his greasy one. The man frowned at him and looked at his greasy hand.
“Oh…ah…sorry about that gent.” Paul picked up a towel and wiped his hands. He reached into his bag and paid the man. The barber just stared at the crazy man and shook his head as Paul left.
“Drunk.” The man thought to himself. “Drunk or crazy.”
Paul headed to the apothecary, sure that Mindy was there. When he entered the shop, he heard the little bell above the door ring. A man came out from the back room.
“May I help you sir?” The man asked.
“Yes, I am looking for a woman. Her name is Mindy Kinney.” Paul said.
“I’m sorry sir, there are no women in this shop.” The man answered.
“I can see that, but Mindy was seen in this shop not too long ago. I have it on good authority that she was here and helped one of your clients. She’s about this high…long brown hair…face of an angel.” Paul gestured with his hands.
“Perhaps for a small fee….I might know someone like that.” The man said slyly.
“By all means my man.” Paul reached in for his money and put a coin on the counter.
The man looked at it.
“Well, Dr. Wilkins is said to have a new housekeeper and assistant by the name of Mindy. They say that there could be something more there….but I’m not sayin that.” The man picked up the coin.
“Yes….well if I hear that you ARE saying that about my fiancé….well there is no telling how many teeth you might lose.” Paul warned the man.
The man smiled to prove that there were not many teeth left to lose.
“Don’t worry young man, I don’t gossip like an old woman.” The man said.
“Unless it’s for a price obviously. Okay…so where does this Dr. Wilkins live?” Paul asked. After getting directions to the doctor’s home, Paul headed out the door.
“By the way….if she’s your fiancé, how is it you don’t know where she is?” The man asked.
“She thought I was dead, but I’m obviously not.” Paul said as he walked out.
Paul was nervous as he stood outside the home of Dr. Thomas Wilkins, M.D. Now that he was here, he was unsure how to go about. What would she say, how would she react when she saw him. Would she be happy? Paul could feel himself start to sweat.
“So…what are you waiting for?” Brittany popped in beside him. “Go and knock on the door.”
“I am…I am. I’m just rehearsing what I’m going to say.” Paul answered her.
“What is there to say….say “I love you”; say “I missed you and want you back”. That’s not so hard.” Brittany replied.
“Not hard for you…but really hard for me. Well…wish me luck.” Paul said as he started up the walk.
“Good Luck!” Brittany yelled as she watched Paul.
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Post by peri38 on Jan 2, 2011 0:43:37 GMT -5
Hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday. I had my daughter and son-in-law for a week. We had a great time....but they have headed home today. So....decided to update. Here is a small update for you. Hope you enjoy....we are getting close to the end now. Love you guys....thanks for the support. Oh Lord. Mindy had never felt so tired in her life. She rubbed her aching lower back as she lugged the bucket of dirty water to the back door to dump it out. The surgery was spot clean and ready for the next patient. There was satisfaction in that, but she needed her bed and very soon. The knock at the front door made her groan.
“Do you want me to get the door then?” Maggie, the cook, asked her as she stirred the simmering pot on the stove.
“I’ll get it, Maggie. It’s probably another patient. Is that broth about ready? Our patient should be waking up soon.” Mindy said. “And it will be ready when he does. You and the doctor did a fine job on that one…let me just tell you.” Maggie replied. The knock sounded again from the front door. “You go see who’s at the door…I’ll get that bucket for you.”
Mindy set the bucket down and with thanks to her friend, headed to the front door. Opening the door she noticed a man on the stoop. He stood….turned toward the street, his hands clasped behind his back. At the opening of the door, he turned quickly. Blue eyes met hers: familiar eyes that made her heart start to hammer and her breath catch.
“Mindy, I’ve found you. I can’t believe I’ve finally found you.” The man said.
Mindy couldn’t say what she felt when he smiled his charming smile and said her name softly. Shock, disbelief, anger, hurt, happiness….every feeling imaginable in a span of a few short seconds. She grabbed the door handle tightly as the feelings rushed through her, crowding her mind, overwhelming her overtired mind and body. Tiny flashes of light danced before her eyes and a wave of dizziness rushed her. The blessed blackness finally overtook her and she crumbled to the ground.
“Mindy!” Paul yelled and caught her before she hit the ground. He scooped her into his arms and held her tightly to his chest.
“There!!! You!!!! What are ye up to young man!” A red haired woman stomped toward him from the back of the house, a broom held menacingly in her hands.
“Quick! The woman’s fainted dead away. Is there someplace I can lay her?” Paul said firmly to her.
Maggie lowered the broom.
“Of course…right this way. I told her she was doing too much…but does she listen to me?...NO…just goes off on her way…stubborn…that’s what I say….” The woman went on and on. Paul barely listened as she led him toward the back of the house, to a small sitting room. He couldn’t stop staring at his perfect Mindy’s face. He never thought to see it again. She was so beautiful. He drank in the sight of her like a thirsty man that had nothing to drink for a week. He laid her gently on the sofa and brushed his hand over her cheek.
“Perhaps you could get her some water…or a pot of tea, ma’am.” Paul suggested as he slipped a pillow under Mindy’s head.
“I better ask who you might be, sir. I can’t be leaving you alone with my Mindy…her being blacked out and all.” The sassy cook replied.
“I’m Mindy’s long lost fiancé. That’s why she passed out cold when she saw me.” Paul replied. “Paul Byrom is the name. Now…the water please?”
“Her fiancé, ye say. Well I’ll be….I’ll get that water.” Maggie rushed to the kitchen.
Paul sat next to Mindy on the edge of the sofa. He held her limp hand in his and lightly tapped it. Still she didn’t awaken. He looked at her face…the face he dreamed of so many times these past months. Her lips were slightly parted, skin slightly pale. Paul bent his head and lightly brushed his lips over hers.
Mindy awoke slowly to a pair of familiar lips kissing her. Surely she was dreaming. The memory of Paul standing at the door suddenly rushed back at her. Mindy opened her eyes and looked straight into Paul’s eyes. Blue met brown…seconds passed without words. Mindy wedged her hands between them and shoved Paul away as hard as she could, pushing him off the sofa and onto the floor.
“How dare you! Keep your hands and your lips away from me.” Mindy said firmly, jumping up off the sofa. “What are you doing here? How are you even here now?”
“Mindy….I came for you.” Paul started to say. “Tam sent me back…so I could find you; so I could tell you how sorry I am….”
“Sorry. You’re sorry. You came all the way here…to say you’re sorry.” Mindy felt all the hurt and anger building up inside her. “Well, I guess you delivered your message. Now you can just go back where you came from.”
“Now Mindy…I came all this way. The least you could do is listen to what I have to say.” Paul stood up from the floor.
“Really? I thought you said it all that last night in your room. Let’s see if I can remember this correctly. You accused me of putting a spell on you and your friends…of playing all of you against each other….is that right?? I’m sure I’m right…since I hear those words over and over again in my head.” Mindy said angrily.
“I was angry Mindy…I really didn’t believe that. I love you…I missed you so much after you left. I never wanted you to leave.” Paul explained.
“Really Paul? Really? Are you sure that’s not that love spell talking?” Mindy looked out the window. “Get out….go home. I don’t want someone that doesn’t trust me. I don’t want you anymore.”
“Mindy…you can’t mean that. I know you love me.” Paul said.
“Yes Paul, I did love you, but I don’t anymore. I’m happy here…in my own time. I did not belong in your time. I’m back here now…where I belong.” Mindy closed her eyes and held back the tears that threatened to come. “I have to ask you to leave me here and go home.”
“Well now…there could be a problem there.” Paul told her. “I can’t get back home. Tam sent me here to save you and that I am going to do…whether you want me or not.”
“Save me. What are you talking about?” Mindy asked.
“Apparently…Meagan read that you die in New Hope in a fire. They sent me here to save you.” Paul explained. “I also wanted to be with you. I missed you so much.”
“Since I never plan to set foot in New Hope ever again, you have nothing to worry about on that point.” Mindy replied.
“I have some gifts for you…from everyone.” Paul opened the knapsack and pulled out the letters that everyone wrote. He set them on the table next to the sofa. Next he pulled out the dress….the book….the stethoscope…and laid them on the sofa. “Read the letters, Mindy. Think about us….think about what we had. Give me another chance, love. I promise…I won’t let you down ever again.”
At Mindy’s silence, Paul walked to her. He tipped her chin up and looked her in the eyes.
“I love you. I’ll be back tomorrow to get your answer.” Paul turned as Maggie came into the room wheeling a tea cart.
“Well….here we are. Mindy! You didn’t tell me you were engaged to this nice young man.” Maggie chattered.
“Engaged!!!!” Mindy looked fiercely at Paul.
Paul shrugged his shoulders and backed out the door giving her a guilty smile.
He whistled as he walked out of the house. He was sure that she would change her mind. After all….they were meant to be together. He loved her…she loved him….what else mattered.
Paul kept whistling as he walked down the street toward the inn. Eyes followed him from behind a house. So….the cat has led them right to the mouse. An evil smile crossed his face.
“Soon…my little witch. Soon I will have you.” Reverend Josiah Sweeney said to himself.
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Post by peri38 on Jan 10, 2011 12:51:58 GMT -5
Hello all my lovely readers.....both old and new!!!! Welcome!!! We are getting close to the end now. Hope you enjoy the update. Love reading the comments you leave me, both good and bad. Here we go...the beginning of the end. Mindy watched Paul leave the room with that smile. Cocky…arrogant…egotistical…conceited…..Mindy made a mental list of all his bad qualities. But she still loved him. Unfortunately, he had a lot of good qualities too. Qualities she couldn’t forget. So sweet and kind: she remembered all he did for her when she first arrived. Mindy picked up the gifts that he left, curious about what they were. Of course she recognized the red dress. The dress was a bad memory. She was wearing it that fateful night. Why would he bring it to her? Dolt!!! Idiot!!! She remembered the shame and sadness she felt the last time she wore it.
“Maggie, I’m going upstairs to lie down. Could you let me know if the gunshot wound needs me?” Mindy asked the cook.
“The Doc will be waking up soon. You just go on up and get your rest, dear.” Maggie pushed Mindy toward the door. “I’ll just save this tea for the patient. And don’t worry about the patient. I’ll wake the Doc, if he needs anything. Now…off you go before you fall over.”
Mindy headed to her room. In her arms, the gifts that Paul left, hugged to her chest. As much as she wanted to forgive him, she knew she was not ready at the moment to even begin to think about reliving the past she had with Paul. She was just too tired and vulnerable right this moment. Getting no sleep would do that to a person. In her room, she laid her gifts in a chest at the end of her bed and closed it. She then lay down on her bed and immediately fell asleep.
Mindy’s eyes popped open and she lay there for a few minutes disoriented and wondered what time it was. Looking out the window, the sky told her it was midmorning already. So….she had slept clear through the night. Mindy sat up and stretched. She hurriedly washed and changed her dress. She brushed her hair out and rebraided it, tucking it under a plain white cap. She had to check on the patient and there were many household chores that needed to be done. On her way downstairs, she stopped at the patient’s room. He was asleep. His temperature was slightly elevated but his breathing was normal and his color looked good. Smiling with satisfaction, Mindy headed downstairs for a bit of breakfast before her day began. Just as she was nearing the kitchen, she heard voices. Maggie was talking to someone and Mindy recognized the voice of that other person immediately. PAUL!
Mindy strode into the kitchen, hands on hips.
“What are you doing here?” She glared at Paul. “I thought I told you to leave.”
“Now Mindy lass, is that any way to talk to your fiancé and the man who brought you flowers?” Paul held out a pretty bouquet of daisies.
“I’ll thank you to keep that silver tongue between your teeth sir. I am not, nor will I ever be your fiancée. Please leave.” Mindy turned towards a gaping Maggie, dismissing Paul.
Not to be dismissed easily, Paul stepped up behind her and whispered in her ear.
“You forget my love, your life is in danger and I won’t leave until you are safe.” Paul smiled when Mindy turned at glared at him again. “So, I got me a job today, in the stables…right here. So I guess you’ll be seeing quite a bit of me.”
Mindy turned quickly to Maggie, desperation in her eyes.
“Tell me that it isn’t so!” Mindy demanded.
“Well…he did ask to speak to the Doc early this morning. They got all cozy in the parlor and was chattin away. The Doc told me to make him up some breakfast, that this man was the new head stable man.” Maggie told her.
“I told the Doctor how we are going to be married, and that you were in danger. He offered me a job. He’s a very nice man.” Paul said smiling.
Mindy was speechless….all she could do is pick up the pitcher of milk that was sitting on the table near her hand and upend it…pouring it over Paul’s smiling head. She poked him in the chest.
“Listen up sir, because I do not want to repeat myself again. I am never going to marry you. EVER! And you better stop telling everyone that! Also, I am not in any danger because I will never, ever, go back New Hope again. So stop making the excuse that I am in danger just to be close to me.” She poked him in the chest again. “Just stay out of my way…buddy.” Mindy turned to leave the kitchen before she did something like punch him.
“Maggie…leave the mess. I’ll clean it up myself after HE’S gone.” Mindy escaped the kitchen and headed back to her room, where she knew he wouldn’t follow. Behind her she heard a shout of laughter.
“You see why I love that woman, Maggie?” She heard Paul say.
“Stupid…arrogant man.” Mindy said under her breath. Shaking her head and smiling. So…he wants to hang around this house??? Well let him. She was going to make that man squirm like a worm on a hook.
The next time Mindy saw Paul was at lunchtime that day. Mindy had just finished cleaning the upper bedrooms and bustled into the kitchen for a quick sandwich. She sat at the table with her sandwich and cup of tea when he walked in. Her heart jumped at the sight of him, a little scruffy looking with his shirtsleeves rolled up and his shirt unbuttoned. It looked like he just washed up out back before stepping into the kitchen. She quickly swallowed the bite she had just taken and sipped her tea.
“I am truly a lucky man! I have just found the two most beautiful women in Boston!” Paul declared as he sat down at the table smiling. Mindy scowled at him but Maggie laughed. “You have a tongue like my da.” Maggie said. “Are you sure you don’t have Irish blood in you?”
“Well…as a matter of fact, I do.” Paul said in a thick Irish brogue. “Born and raised in Dublin and can do an Irish jig too.”
Maggie laughed and set a hot bowl of soup and a large sandwich in front of him.
“It’s nice to hear that sweet musical accent again. Do you know any of the songs? My da used to sing and dance for us almost every night.” Maggie said.
“Of course! And I would love to sing some of the auld songs for ya.”. Mindy just rolled her eyes and tried to finish her meal quickly. Paul jumped up and started to dance with Maggie…dancing her around the room to her laughter while singing an Irish ditty. Mindy slammed down her spoon and got up from the table turning to leave.
“Mindy, my love…. a word with you please?” Paul asked before she could escape.
“Yes?” Mindy looked back suspiciously.
“I was wondering if you have had a chance to read some of the letters I gave you. One of them is from an old friend. You remember Captain, don’t you?” Paul said softly.
“Of course, I do. I…I haven’t had time, but I will.” Mindy turned to go.
“Mindy! I have something else for you.” Paul moved toward her and pulled a bag out of his shirt. He opened the bag and pulled out a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, a little mashed up but still in the wrapper. “A sweet for my sweetheart.”
Mindy smiled as he placed the chocolate in her hand. Memories of the future....of all her friends...of all that she had seen and done, was there in that little candy bar. Tears pooled in her eyes.
“You don’t fight fair, Paul.” Mindy whispered.
“When it comes to you, love. I would do or say anything to get you to love me again including traveling through time.” Paul whispered back. “Please forgive me.”
“I will think about it.” Mindy said. She turned away and walked up to her room thinking about what he said. He must really love her to travel back in time for her. But did he really trust her? Did she really trust him not to hurt her again?
Later that day………………
“No!!!! Don’t touch it!!! It hurts!!” The little boy cried.
Mindy talked softly to the youngster and gently moved his arm. The boy yelled loudly and squirmed away from her, holding onto his arm.
“I’m sorry, Mindy. Billy!!!! Stop that yelling and let Mindy look at your arm, right this minute!” The mother scolded.
Paul heard the commotion outside and ran in to see what was happening. He reached the examination room and found a screaming, crying boy trying to wriggle away from Mindy and a harried looking mother.
“Can I help in any way?” Paul asked.
“The doctor is out on a call and won’t be back for the day. This young man has fallen out of a tree and I believe he has popped his shoulder out of the joint. I need to pop it back in, but he won’t cooperate.” Mindy replied.
“Hey there…little man.” Paul squatted down to talk to the young lad face to face. “Arm’s a hurting you huh?”
The little boy looked at Paul suspiciously and nodded his head with tears in his eyes.
“My name is Paul. How do you do?” Paul said smiling at the lad. “I did just the same thing as you when I was a young lad. And a doctor fixed me up just fine. Not a pretty doctor like you have, but a big ugly mean looking one.” Paul made a mean looking face which made the boy giggle. “He just popped it back in. It hurt like the dickens at first…but my mother gave me a kiss and a sweet and I was off climbing trees again the very next day. Now…if you hold on to my hand….really, really tight…then maybe you and I can get through the fast pain, then your ma can give you a kiss, and maybe I will have a wee sweet just for you.”
“Okay. I guess.” The small boy finally agreed. He let go of his sore arm…and held tightly to Paul’s hand. “Is it going to hurt bad?”
“It will hurt like the very devil…but only for a little bit.” Paul said as he watched Mindy position the arm…just so. At her nod, Paul held the boys hand very tight while she popped the shoulder back into the socket. The boy screamed and paled, then started crying again.
“There! All done!!! Now you can tell your friends how very brave you were!” Paul made a silly face at him and the boy laughed. His color was beginning to come back into his face.
“Can I have my sweet now?” The boy asked.
“Now don’t forget your mam’s kiss. That is way more important than any sweet when it comes to sore arms.” The mother smiled and picked up the child, kissing him on the forehead and hugging him tightly to her.
“I need to wrap the arm securely so it won’t pop back out right away; at least for a few days anyway. Billy…I don’t want to go through this again…so leave that bandage on until your mother takes it off. Okay?” Mindy said sternly to the lad.
“Yes ma’am” Mindy wrapped the arm securely to the boys body.
“Hey! Now you can be the one-armed pirate!” Paul said happily. “If it’s ok with your mam, we are going to walk up to the mercantile and get a sweet.”
Billy’s mother smiled and nodded. The two walked out the front door, Billy talking excitedly and Paul listening and nodding appropriately. They watched out the window as Paul found two large sticks, giving one to Billy. They both began to pretend they were in a swordfight with the sticks.
“He’s a good man, Mindy.” The mother remarked as she smiled at the two’s antics.
Mindy smiled too as she watched the pair.
“I agree. He’s a very good man.” Mindy said.
“So…why do you not want to marry him?”
“It’s very complicated. He doesn’t belong here and needs to go back home. I on the other hand don’t belong in his world.” Mindy explained.
“Seems to me, when two people belong together, they make their own world where they both belong.” The mother smiled and hugged Mindy. “Thank you for fixing the arm, I’ll send payment over when Jake gets home.”
Mindy walked her to the door, thinking about what she said. She then turned and headed upstairs to her room. Opening the chest, she reached in and took out the packet of letters that Paul had brought from the future. She sat on the bed and opened the first one; a letter from Captain.
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Post by peri38 on Jan 17, 2011 21:08:42 GMT -5
Hello all!!! I am very happy to give you a update, even though it's pretty small....hope you enjoy. More soon...I promise. My dearest Mindy,
Where are you? I need you here with me. I cannot write yet, so my very good friend Neil is writing this for me. He is very sweet and takes good care of me. He also teaches me how to be human. I was not happy to be human, but now I am happy because of Neil. Please come back. I need you here.
Love, Captain
P.S. This is Neil…Captain is doing very well. She’s really starting to think like a human instead of a cat. Well….except for the hissing when she gets mad at me. But we are coming along good. We are all looking out for her here, just as we promised. She misses you terribly though, so hurry back. We all love you and miss you too.
Love, Neil
Mindy’s eyes teared up. She missed her friends and really missed the life she had there. And Captain??? How could she have just left Captain??? She loved that cat more than any one person in the whole world….well, except for Paul. Memories of the first few days she spent in the future began to pop in her mind. Her first sight of all of her friends, when she hit the bus; how large they were, standing there looking at her! She had been terrified! Paul singing for her in the woods, such a beautiful voice; it nearly took her breath away when she heard it. The shopping trip and meeting Meagan and Kristine, how lucky she was to meet them and what good friends they were to her, a mere stranger. Meeting Tam, who showed her that it was a natural thing to be a witch, not something to be afraid of. The lads…memories of their kindnesses, the laughter that seemed to flow naturally, the love they had for each other. Since coming back, she held the memories at bay, but now they flooded her mind. Mindy opened and read each one of the letters that her friends sent her. She looked through the book that Paul gave her, amazed that he remembered her interest in medicine. And the stethoscope; Mindy remembered what it was, but was unsure how to use it. She knew that doctors used them for listening to a heartbeat. She placed the ends in her ears and placed the other end to her heart. There it was, beating strongly, not broken like she felt like it was. She placed the stethoscope around her neck like a necklace, and tucked it safely inside her dress so no one could see it. If someone saw it, it would bring up questions that she was not prepared to answer but still she wanted it close to her heart.
The next day was Maggie’s day off. Mindy was in the kitchen, kneading the bread that needed baking for the day, when Paul arrived at the back door. Once again, he was dressed casually for working in the stable. Mindy’s heart skipped a beat when he smiled, nodded, and wished her good morning. She quickly turned back to her bread.
“It’s Maggie’s day off today. There’s oatmeal on the stove and bread and sausages.” Mindy was nervous. This is the first time that she and Paul were alone since he appeared on her doorstep. Unexpectedly, Mindy felt hands on her waist. She jumped and turned swiftly, her floured hand punching Paul in the eye.
“Ouch! Dang it Mindy, you didn’t have to punch me.” Paul put his hand up and held his eye, a big patch of flour covering the side of his face.
“Oh..I am so sorry.” Mindy quickly wiped her hands on her apron. “I was not expecting you to come behind me. Here let me have a look.” Mindy tried to pry his hand away from his eye.
“It hurts!! Plus I think there is flour in it.” Paul whined.
“Well let me see!!! Lord…you are worse than a child.” Mindy finally pried his hand away and took a look at it. She wet a cloth to gently wash out some of the flour. Paul’s intense stare caused her hand to tremble as she worked. “There now…it looks like it will be okay. I’m so sorry.”
“I think it needs a kiss…that might make it better.” Paul whispered.
Mindy blushed and pulled Paul’s head down, placing a light kiss on his eye. As she pulled back, Paul stopped her and brought her lips to his, kissing her. How good she felt in his arms again. Paul wanted to hold her there and never let her go. Finally Mindy backed away unable to look at him. She knew that she was in trouble here. She could never resist his kisses. So she did the only thing she could do; she ran out of the kitchen as fast as she could.
Paul watched her run, satisfied that she was finally beginning to forgive him. He was wearing her down, he could tell. He prayed that soon she would come back to him. Hopefully, soon she would be his wife.
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Post by peri38 on Jan 23, 2011 1:09:32 GMT -5
Getting close now. Love to know what you think. Mindy successfully avoided Paul for the next few days. She was so conflicted that she didn’t know how to deal with him at the moment. First, she hated him and wanted him to go back where he came from; then he wormed his way into her heart again. Mindy laughed to herself, picturing her heart full of worms. All of the worms had little faces of Paul on them. She was contemplating how to cure a case of Paul worms when a familiar voice intruded.
“Hello sweet lady.” Paul said. “You look like you are enjoying a private joke.”
Mindy looked up quickly, surprised to see that, in her state of distraction, she had wandered near the stable. She sighed. Well it could be for the best to finally talk this problem out. Perhaps they could come to an understanding.
“Good day to you, Paul.” Mindy replied. “Do you have a minute…to talk?”
“Of course…I always have time for you, my sweet.” Paul smiled.
“Could we talk privately? Perhaps in the stable?” Mindy blushed. “I wouldn’t want someone to overhear us.”
“After you.” Paul gestured with his hand and Mindy moved to the door of the stable. It was dark in there, and Mindy could smell the familiar odors of hay and horses. “Welcome to my humble abode. It’s a long way from being an international singing star.” Paul smiled as he led her to his small room off the main stable. The room was very small and sparsely furnished, with a single bed in one corner, covered with an old quilt and a chair and chest along the wall.
“Please…sit. I would offer you a drink, but as you can see…there is nothing to offer you.” Paul sighed.
“This isn’t a social call. You don’t have to serve me tea and cakes.” Mindy shook her head. “I think it’s finally time to bring everything out in the open.”
“Yes. I believe you’re right, my dear. It is time.” Paul moved to the window and stared out. This was it…do or die time for him. He had to convince her, let her see that he loved her beyond all doubts. His heart started pounding and he started to sweat. He prayed that he wouldn’t say the wrong thing.
“I…I don’t know where to begin.” Mindy whispered and sat down on the only available chair looking down at her hands. “I’m so confused right now.”
Paul walked toward her and got down on one knee, tipping her chin up so they were eye to eye.
“First let me assure you that you did nothing wrong. I was a fool…an idiot!! I don’t deserve such a lovely and sweet woman. Sometimes I let my temper rule me…been like that since I was a kid. My mother always scolded me for losing my temper growing up. But I never understood how my temper could hurt someone until now. All I can say is I am so sorry for hurting you. I never meant to make you run away…I really didn’t mean the words I said. I want to blame it all on my temper, but I’m a big boy and should learn to control it. The fact is Mindy, I love you….with all my heart…with all my soul…with everything that I am, both good and bad.” Paul paused and stood up. “When you left, I wanted to die. I woke up every day and said to myself, “Mindy is gone.” And the pain was almost too much to bear. I lost all when I lost you. When the gang came up with the crazy scheme to send me back, I grabbed it. I knew that I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life without you, so I agreed to come back to you.” Paul moved back to his knee and held her hand to his face.
“Oh Paul. The truth is…that I made mistakes too. I didn’t tell you the truth about me and led you to believe things that weren’t true. I should have been truthful from the start.” Mindy started to cry.
“Oh no…you were afraid to tell me. I understand it…after all, living for just a small time in this century…I’ve come to realize how these people think. They don’t trust anything that they don’t understand. These are dangerous times and you have to protect yourself. I understand it all now.” Paul reached into his shirt and pulled out a small bag. “The night that you left, I had big plans for us. I was going to take you out to dinner at a beautiful restaurant on the top of a tall building. I was going to get down on one knee and tell you how much I loved you and wanted you in my life. The fact is…I still love you and still want you in my life. I don’t care that we are here in this century instead of the future. All I care about is that we are together. Mindy….I’m asking you to be my wife. I promise to love you, trust you, and cherish you…all the rest of our lives.” Paul took out the ring box and opened it to the large diamond nestled in the velvet. “Mindy Kinney….will you marry me?”
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Post by peri38 on Jan 24, 2011 11:11:35 GMT -5
Sorry to leave you hanging dear readers. (lol...NOT **laughs evilly**) But here we are...the next update...once again, getting closer to the end. Enjoy and thanks for sticking with me!
Mindy looked down at the beautiful diamond ring and gasped. It sparkled and winked against the blue velvet box. Never in her wildest dreams could she visualize this moment happening to her. Every rehearsed thought in her head scattered under Paul’s intense, expectant gaze and the diamond that he held before her. Could she really marry him? Could they really have their “happy ever after”? She closed her eyes, collected her thoughts, and took a deep breath to calm her hammering heart. She was about to take a huge risk, one that could either destroy her or make her the happiest woman on earth. She prayed that the later would prove the case.
“I love you.” Mindy began. “I love you more than any one person in this whole world, including myself. There is nothing in this world that is more important to me than you are. I want to jump up, shout with joy and throw my arms around you right now. I want to yell to the world “Yes…I’ll be your wife!!”. I want to live with you, raise our children, and grow old with you. I want to believe that life will be perfect. But the truth is, we can’t always have everything we want. I look at you, so talented, so sophisticated and I know that you do not belong in this place. Look around you Paul.” Mindy looked around the old stable room. “You do not belong here, you belong on stage, sharing your beautiful voice that God has given you with your many fans. I know that you love me and want to be with me, and that may be true right at this very minute. But what about 5 years from now? 10 years? 25 years? These are very hard times and it is a hard life. There are no large bathtubs or showers. There are no malls or movies or take out Chinese food. There is nothing here but hard work and a struggle to survive. Would you still love me or would you resent me for taking you away from the life you were meant to live?” Tears fell hard from Mindy’s eyes as she continued.
“I am not saying yes or no. I want you to take 24 hours and think it over…think about what I have just said. If you still feel the same way, then ask me again and I will give you the answer. If you feel that you want to go back, I will understand and send you back to 2011 where you belong so you can take up your life again. I would not blame you or hate you for your decision, for I can only love you.” Mindy stood up and faced the door, unable to look at him any longer. “I shall meet with you tomorrow then, in this room.” She opened the door and walked out, softly closing the door behind her.
“You’re wrong Mindy, there is more here than hard work and struggle. There is you.” Paul whispered to himself. Well she didn’t say no, but she didn’t say yes. Tomorrow he would pop the question again but for now he would give her what she asked for and think about his life here in the 17th century.
It was late. Mindy had just finished making a round of the house, turning down the lights and banking the fires. She was in her room, readying herself for bed with the pounding sounded at the front door. Maggie had gone home for the night and Dr. Wilkins left hours ago for a house call. Thinking it was an emergency, Mindy dressed quickly, grabbed her new stethoscope in case she needed it, and went to answer the door. Two men stood in the doorway.
“May I help you?” She asked politely. “Do you need the doctor?”
“Depends….are you Mindy Kinney?” The one man asked.
“I am. Do you need my assistance?” She asked him.
Suddenly the men reached in and grabbed her arms. One moved around behind her and covered her mouth to silence her scream. A figure dressed in black stepped into the doorway.
“So…WITCH!!! We meet again.” The figure said as he stepped into the light of the entryway; the Reverend Josiah Sweeney. Mindy struggled against the men holding her when she saw who was at the door. The Reverend ran his hand down the side of her face. “Did you really think you could escape me, my dear? We have a date with destiny….one that you will not escape again. Tie her up and bring her to the carriage, we have a long way to travel.” A gag was placed in Mindy’s mouth and her hands tied behind her back. One of the thugs lifted her over his shoulder and carried her out the front door to the waiting carriage, where she was thrown to the floor. The carriage sped off into the night.
“They’ve got her!!!! They’ve got her!!! Wake up!!!” Paul sat up quickly as his bed started bouncing all around.
“What the….Brittany! What have I told you about popping in my room and scaring the bejeezes out of me!” Paul yelled. He ran his hand through his hair and reached to light the lantern in his room.
“No time!!!! They have her!!! They have Mindy and they took her away in a carriage!! Get up!! Get dressed! You have to save her!” Brittany yelled, jumping up and down and wringing her hands.
“Stop! Calm down! Who has Mindy!” Paul said calmly as he began to dress. “Tell me everything.”
“The evil one came and took her!! Hurry! They are getting away!” Brittany yelled.
Paul went to the stables and saddled a horse. He grabbed his things and packed them in the saddlebag. He knew where he where to look for Mindy. The reverend was going back to the beginning, to the church where Mindy was going to die unless he could save her. He needed a weapon. Paul ran to the house and entered the doctor’s study where he knew a sword hung on the wall over the mantle. He had often taken it down and practiced with it while sharing an evening brandy with Dr. Wilkins. Paul discussed with the doctor about the danger that Mindy was in and asked him if it would be alright to borrow the sword if the need arose. The doctor readily agreed with him and showed him some moves. So now the danger that Mindy was in, finally arrived. Paul carried the sword to his horse and tied it on.
“Brittany! Can you follow them? Can you be with Mindy and watch over her?” Paul asked as he swung up onto the horse’s back. “Help me protect her…will you my friend?”
“Of course! I shall keep you informed.” Brittany popped out.
Paul patted his horses neck, then clicked his tongue and sent the horse galloping out of town. He knew where to find her, the worry was, would he find her in time.
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Post by peri38 on Jan 26, 2011 19:19:55 GMT -5
OK...so I know that you are all going crazy...wondering what is happening. So here's a wee peek. Inside the carriage, Mindy lay on the floor. The reverend forced her mouth open, and poured a foul tasting liquid down her throat. Mindy thought it was probably laudanum, since she became very sleepy shortly afterward. Of course the toad would have to drug her. He was a foul, weak, cowardly fool, who believed he was supremely better than all others around him. He was afraid of her, of what she could do to him. The journey itself seemed to last forever. While Mindy slept in a drug induced state, the carriage barreled through the countryside with very few stops. After a week, the carriage drew up to the back of the New Hope church. The sleeping Mindy was carried into the back of the church and laid upon the altar where she was tied down. The reverend then dismissed his lackeys and kneeled to pray and await Mindy’s return from her drugged state. He wanted her wide awake, so she would know exactly what was happening to her, and why.
“You have to hurry!!! He’s got her tied to the altar!” Brittany’s hands were wringing when she appeared to Paul next. Paul had just stopped to give the horse a drink of water and a short rest when the little ghost appeared.
“Is she alright?” Paul asked.
“Yes…at least when I last saw her she was. She is in a deep sleep because the evil one poured something down her throat. He kneels before the altar and waits for her to wake. You must hurry. You’re almost there and she will awaken soon.”
Paul mounted back up and clicked the horse into a run. His body was exhausted yet adrenaline pumped through his veins. He had to get to Mindy!
Mindy came back from dreamland slowly. Where was she? She tried to open her eyes but it felt like lead balls were laying on them. From a distance she heard a groan. Was that her? She tried to move her arms but they wouldn’t move. What was happening here?
“Hello….WITCH!” The reverend whispered in her ear. “So glad thou could make it to my little party.” He held the large knife in front of her face as he smiled his evil smile.
Mindy forced her eyes to open. It was dark. There were several candles set up in candle holders that encircled the hard table where she lay; their dancing light reflecting off the large knife blade in front of her. Heavy ropes were wrapped around her neck, chest, abdomen and legs. She couldn’t move…not an inch.
Terror. It surged through her veins, making her heart pound and breathe quicken. So this was the end. Mindy didn’t want the end to come. She was still young…in love. Paul….oh Paul!!! How will he ever get home now? He’ll be stuck here forever! I’m so sorry Paul. I love you so much. I will love you…infinity. Mindy wished she could tell him that…but it was too late. She was good as dead now. Would it hurt? Would she feel the cold blade enter her body; or just the searing heat of pain? Her body began to tremble. Suddenly she heard a small quiet voice to her right.
“Hold on…he comes to save you.” The voice whispered from the dark. Who was that? Mindy searched the darkness but saw no one. Was it true? Was someone coming to save her?
“I have brought thee here for your final cleansing of sins…little witch.” The reverend spoke reverently. “I would have preferred it a different way…in fact, I believe I offered to marry thee for thy salvation. But of course, thou refused me.”
“If I remember right…I told you I would rather die than marry a toad like you.” Mindy said groggily. “That is still true. You may be a man of the cloth, but your soul is black; blacker than mine ever shall be.”
“QUIET WITCH!!! Thou shall not speak…daughter of the devil…Satan’s handmaiden!!!” The reverend yelled. He then began to laugh manically “I have finally figured it out! It is a spell! A spell that thou hast cast over me! It is why I cannot stop thinking about thee. Tis why I dream of thee; why I want to fall at thy feet and worship thee, even now.” The reverend held his head and began to pace nervously back and forth. He turned suddenly and pointed at her.
“YOU HAVE DONE THIS TO ME!!! But now….now I have you and I will purge you from my mind!” He ran over to the altar and grabbed her face…bent his head and covered her lips kissing her as she tried to turn her head away. “I must kill thee, you see. Only then will I be free from your spell.”
Mindy’s eyes widened as she saw him reach for the knife. He lifted the knife above her with both hands. Looking up to the sky, he began to pray aloud.
“Almighty Father! Look down upon this child and help me to deliver her from the clutches of the Devil. I cast out the evil that dwells in this poor child, and send her into Your loving arms!!!”
Suddenly the doors of the church banged open.
“MINDY!” Paul stood at the doors of the church.
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Post by peri38 on Feb 2, 2011 1:50:15 GMT -5
My dear readers. Today I have a guest writer to help me with this update. Her writing name is Avalon Angel and she is writing to get her ladyship title in nox. I have marked her part starting with a star...so please let her know what you thought of her swordfight. She would be happy to hear your comments. And now...the next chapter of Spellbound. Let me know what you think. As always I love to hear your comments. If there is anyone who is reading that hasn't commented...I would love to hear from you also. The Reverend Sweeney turned quickly to the door.
“Paul!” Mindy yelled.
“Ahhhh….the witch’s lover arrives to save the day.” Reverend Sweeney laughed. “Why this just gets better and better. I must thank thee for leading me to her. Why, without you, I might never have found her.”
“Let her go.” Paul started toward the front of the church.
“I am sorry friend, I cannot do that. You see, she bewitches every man she sees. Can you not see that she has bewitched you too?” Reverend Sweeney pronounced. “I can free thee from her spell.”
“She hasn’t bewitched anyone, you crazy lunatic!” Paul yelled. “She is sweet and kind and a loving person. She naturally attracts men with her loving nature and beauty, not with witchcraft.” Paul pulled out the sword from its sheath at his side. “Let her go before I skewer you like a pork chop.”
The reverend laid the knife across Mindy’s chest. He softly ran his hand down her cheek and patted it.
“I’m sorry for the interruption my dear, but I will return shortly to finish your cleansing.” He turned and pulled his own sword from its sheath.
“Then you shall die with her, friend.” Reverend Sweeney yelled. “Prepare to meet thy God.”
* The two swords clashed together and the ring of metal against metal resounded in the rafters as the two men came crashing together. The Reverend's hand was sure from experience, while Paul's hand shook from the shock. But Paul had the strength of youth on his side. As the Reverend swung his sword around to make a cutting slash to Paul's left arm, Paul dodged to the right, placing a pew between him and his enemy. Paul sidled between the two pews, and Sweeney was forced to follow. As soon as he reached the other side, Paul turned and shoved the pew nearest Sweeney into the man. Sweeney, in a rage shoved the pew away, causing it to crash against the back wall, knocking a candle stand to the floor. As the lit candles hit the floor, they caught the old tapestry and dry old floor boards on fire. Neither man noticed, so intent were they on disarming and defeating each other. Mindy, tied to the altar, was the only one to notice the growing, hungry flames.
As he closed again with his younger opponent, he weighed and measured his opponents' weakness. Paul raised his sword and parried Sweeney's swinging blade, barely keeping it from connecting with his right leg. But Sweeney was relentless. Around the church the two men dodged and clashed. Paul parried Sweeney's swings more than he thrust, himself. Paul did manage to get a few blows to hit home, but the Reverends' experience brought more nicks and shallow cuts to Paul's flesh. As the Reverend swung again for Paul's neck, Byrom brought his sword around hard and while winding his sword and Sweeney's, he bound the Reverend's sword, forcing the man to back up at the same time. In a last move, Sweeney drove the two swords into the floor. He then used his shoulder to knock Paul back and away. When the two broke apart, Sweeney quickly spun to his left, and as he completed the circuit, his sword bit deeply into the side of Paul's left knee. With a cry, Paul collapsed, grabbing his knee with his left hand while trying to maintain a hold of his sword. Sweeney circled his enemy slowly, like a cat circles the mouse that still lives, but whom the cat knows cannot get away.
“How doth it feel, friend, to know that you will die with your witch enchantress?” Sweeney sneered at the young man kneeling before him, blood slowly seeping down his leg.
“It feels just fine, Rev,” Paul grated out between clenched teeth. As the Reverend raised his sword for the final blow, Paul brought his up in defense, pointing its tip at Sweeney's throat. Forcing himself up, and ignoring the pain in his left, Paul and Sweeney circled one another. With a last ditch effort, Paul raised the sword above his head and swung it down in a hard diagonal cut to the left, and then to the right. The first missed Sweeney, but the second caught him in the shoulder, rendering him able to only use one hand to wield his two handed sword.
Suddenly from overhead could be heard the groan of a support beam giving way. The two men dodged away just in time to avoid being hit by it. Picking himself back up, Paul had just enough time to bring his sword up to protect his head from a downward stroke, but it was another of the candle holders, not a sword. As Paul was bringing his sword up to protect his head, he left the rest of his body defenseless. It was that moment that Sweeney was waiting for and it was then that he impaled Paul.* (Avalon Angel, 2011)
Mindy struggled to loosen the ropes that bound her to the altar. She had to help Paul! Suddenly, she felt the large knife start to move from her chest. She watched in amazement as the knife moved down her chest and seemingly by itself, begin to saw through the ropes. Slowly the rope began to fray and weaken. Mindy looked over at the fighting men. Paul was covered in blood. NO! He looked like he was weakening. The smile on the reverend’s face told the story. He was playing with Paul, torturing him with small cuts all over his body. He was just about to go in for the kill. Mindy felt anger like she had never felt before and her powers swelled inside her, filling every pore of her body. Ropes that tied her down, now fell to the floor as she rose up. Thunder sounded outside and a strange wind blew through the church. Mindy’s arms rose and pointed to the reverend, just as his blade entered Paul’s stomach. A look of shock crossed Paul’s face and he looked down at the blade that protruded there. The reverend screamed as a whirlwind surrounded his body. Quickly, his body began to shrink before Paul’s amazed eyes, shriveling and changing into a small rat. The rat scurried away as Paul fell to the ground.
“Paul!!! Oh my God!” Mindy ran to his fallen body, tears falling down her face. He was a mass of bleeding cuts all over his body.
“Nice bit of work, love.” Paul gasped at the pain that seemed to cover every part of his body.
“I only wish I could have done it sooner. Oh Paul! Look at what you’ve done to yourself!” Mindy cried and started tearing her petticoats into strips of cloth to tie off the worst of the cuts. She deliberately ignored the hilt of a sword coming out of his abdomen.
“Well, I didn’t do it to myself, love.” Paul grimaced. “Mindy! Stop love…just stop.” He stilled her hands. “I think it’s too late…I’m too far gone now.”
“No…I’ll send you back. I’ll send you back to 2011 right now. They can fix you.” Mindy said frantically.
“No! I don’t want to go back. I’d rather die than live in the future without you. I choose you, Mindy. I choose to stay here with you.” Paul took her hand and held it to his face.
“You’ll die if you stay here. I can’t save you!” Mindy cried.
“Mindy Kinney…I ask you again. Will you marry me?” Paul asked, his body shaking with pain.
“Yes…of course I will, you silly man!” Mindy cried tears streaming down her face.
“Right here…right now. We’re in a church, right? ” Paul reached into his blood soaked shirt and pulled out the small bag that held the ring. He took out the box, and removed the ring, his hands shaking.
The fire was getting closer, Mindy could hear the crackle and the smoke was starting to thicken.
“We have to get out of here…the church is burning.” Mindy said.
“I have to do this…now. I don’t have much time.” Paul answered weakly. “I Paul..take you Mindy, for my lawful wedded wife. I promise to love you, honor you and protect you, even from the grave. We know about time. We both know that time has no boundaries. I know that we will see each other again…and I will love you, until we are together again. I will love you…infinity.” Paul slipped the ring on Mindy’s finger.
“Now you.” Paul smiled.
“I Mindy….take you Paul, for my lawful wedded husband. I promise to love, honor and cherish you; for better or worse, in sickness and in health; as long as we both may….” Mindy stopped and the tears coursed down her face.
“Now kiss your husband like an obedient wife.” Paul smiled at her. Mindy bent and covered his lips with hers.
“Your kiss takes my pain away. I’m so glad that I got to see you again. Thank you for becoming my wife. I’m just sorry that you will be a widow so soon.” Paul whispered.
“No! Please stay with me…I love you.” Mindy cried tearfully. “I’m not ready for you to leave.”
“I’ll always be here, love. My love will always…be.” Paul whispered weakly just before he closed his eyes.
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Post by peri38 on Feb 2, 2011 23:01:32 GMT -5
Ahhh....dear readers. Thanks for all the comments!!! I admit...I had to wait for CB's comment before updating. CB you never cease to inspire me to write. Ori....you know me so well....perhaps this will be my last story, since I seem to be becoming predicable. Furbs...my biggest fan...you make me laugh and inspire me to come up with new and exciting new stuff. Tam....you have become invisible. LOL Pam and Megs...don't abuse me...I promise to behave from now on! Mindy....who is the inspiration for this story....wellllllll, you know I love you and couldn't do it without you. ****Hugs to all**** Now...let us begin with the conclusion....... Panic. No! Mindy placed her fingers on Paul’s throat. There was still a heartbeat. She pulled the stethoscope from her pocket and put them in her ears, listening to his heartbeat; weak but still beating. Mindy started to cough as the smoke began to thicken around them. The flames had moved to the walls and climbed up to the rafters. She had to get them out of here…and soon. Looking at the stethoscope, an idea began to form.
“I want you to live. I’m sorry….but I can’t let you die. You will have a chance in the future. I give you the chance to live.” Mindy whispered in his ear. “I love you.” She then placed the stethoscope on Paul’s bloodied chest and place his hands over it. Kissing him on the lips in a final goodbye, Mindy cast the spell. Within seconds, Paul’s body was gone.
The fire was now a monster….consuming the church with a hunger that devoured the old wood…the pews…the pictures…the organ….all burning.
Suddenly a small figure stood in the doorway.
“Mindy??? Mindy!!! What are you doing here? Come out!!! Hurry!!!!” It was her friend Sybil.
“Sybil!!! Stay back!!! Get out of here!!! Now!!!” Mindy yelled. Mindy heard the creaking above her. She knew that her time was very short. She reached over and picked up Paul’s sword. Holding on to the hilt tightly, she quickly invoked the spell.
Sybil watched as the church caved in on itself, collapsing into a fiery inferno. Tears fell as she watched it burn. Her friend was dead. Mindy was dead.
Dr. Reed stood at the nurse’s station, going over a patient’s file. It was late, and he was tired. The ER had been very busy all night long and soon he would be heading home. Suddenly he heard a scream. Looking around he saw people pointing at his feet. He looked down at a man or what he thought was a man. The man lay on his side and was covered in blood. There was a sword hilt that protruded from his stomach, with the rest of the sword jutting out his back.
“Good God! Where did you come from?!!!” Dr. Reed knelt by the man and felt for a pulse. He was still alive! “Someone get a gurney! This man is still alive!” The ER went from shock to competent business in an instant. Orderlies ran to get a gurney, while nurses began to set up a room. Dr. Reed helped to lift the man on a gurney. From the man’s hands fell… an object. Looking at it closer, Dr. Reed was surprised to find that it was his stethoscope, the one he’d received on his graduation from med school. He thought he’d lost it, looked for it for months, and here it was…in a stranger’s hands. Thinking this was getting stranger and stranger, he began to do his job….saving this man’s life.
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Post by peri38 on Feb 8, 2011 22:54:06 GMT -5
Hello dear readers. So an new update for you!!! Enjoy.
Mindy rematerialized. She felt disoriented for a few minutes. The room was quiet and the air was clear. Where was she?? Looking around, she recognized the furniture. She was in Dr. Wilkin’s study. So that’s where Paul got the sword. The sword dropped to the floor with a loud thud. The last week suddenly hit her. The kidnapping, Reverend Sweeney, the swordfight, the fire; Mindy’s legs felt weak and collapsed beneath her. She fell to her knees and curled into herself, sobbing her heart out. Paul was gone…she’d sent him back. He was back where he belonged. Did he still live? Of course she would never know. Stupid man!!! Why did he come back here? He would be alive and well if he had just stayed where he belonged; and she would still be content here, in her world. But now, everything is changed. Mindy felt Paul’s ring on her finger and remembered the quick exchange of vows. Was she really married to Paul? Of course not! There was no ceremony….no flowers…no minister pronouncing them man and wife….no happy smiles and hugs from friends. Mindy sobbed her heart out as her heart gave a squeeze at the thought of never seeing Paul again.
A light from the doorway suddenly brightened the room.
“Miss Kinney? What’s wrong?” Dr. Wilkins set the lamp on the side table and rushed to Mindy’s side. He lifted her tear-stained face and searched her eyes. He noticed the dirt and soot that stained her face and clothes, but the concern showed when he saw the blood on her hands.
“Are you hurt? Tell me where you’re hurt?” The doctor helped her to stand and led her to the couch. Mindy kept her head down, sobbing quietly.
“No…It’s not me. It’s Paul…he’s…he’s gone.” Mindy sobbed. “He saved my life.”
“Oh no!! I’m so sorry, my dear. He told me that you were in danger.” He pulled Mindy to him in a comforting hug.
“He saved me from this horrible man!!! He was impaled with a sword…he’s gone.” Mindy cried brokenly as the doctor patted her.
“Shhh now. You need some rest. Let me get Maggie for you and we’ll get you settled in your bed.” The doctor stood up and left the room. He returned with Maggie who cried out and ran to Mindy, hugging her much like a mother to a child.
“Oh! You poor dear! Come now…let’s get up upstairs to your room and get you settled.” Maggie fussed. She started to lead Mindy out the door when the doctor interrupted.
“Miss Kinney, I would like to have a word with you, tomorrow when you have recovered.” He told her.
At Mindy’s nod, the pair left the study and headed to Mindy’s room. Maggie chattered away and in some part of Mindy’s mind, it was comforting just to hear normal chatter. She was in a state of shock and her mind was shut down to all but the pure effort of putting one foot in front of the other.
Once in Mindy’s room, Maggie helped her prepare for bed, washing her face and hands and pulling a nightgown over her head. She brushed out her hair while Mindy sat silently.
“I don’t know what happened to ye, but I’m sure you will tell me when you get your wits about you. Now the doctor gave me some laudanum to give you to help you sleep.” Maggie was saying.
“No….no Maggie. My thanks, but I don’t want anything. The men who kidnapped me, drugged me….and I don’t want to be drugged again.” Mindy responded.
“Well then…how about a nice glass of warm milk…huh?” Maggie suggested. “That should help calm you.”
“How about a nice brandy, that will calm me even more.” Mindy asked.
“That would definitely do it. At least it would help you sleep.” Maggie patted Mindy and went to get the brandy.
Mindy curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed. Flashes of the nightmare she just lived through raced through her mind. Paul is dead….Paul is dead. The picture of the hilt of a sword sticking out of his stomach just wouldn’t go away. Surely he couldn’t survive such a wound! Even in modern times, a wound like that would be fatal. He is dead. Once again the tears came as the memories flashed. If only he hadn’t come back. If only she would have never left. If only she would have believed him and been more careful. If only…. But of course, she couldn’t live in “If Only” world. Life goes on. We make our mistakes, and we live with them. End of Story.
Maggie arrived with the brandy and waited while Mindy drank it down. She sat by her bed until Mindy fell into a fitful sleep.
The next morning, Mindy woke up to Maggie directing two young boys with a big tub, into her room.
“Good morning, Mindy. I thought you might like a nice soak in a hot tub when you awoke.” Maggie said as she directed the boys back out of the room to get the buckets of hot water.
“My thanks, Maggie. I didn’t sleep well. Perhaps the laudanum would not have been such a bad idea.” Mindy said as she watched the boys return with the buckets, filling up the tub with hot steamy water. “I kept thinking of Paul.”
“Paul? And where is the lad today?” Maggie said.
“He’s dead Maggie. He died a hero, saving me.” Mindy started to tear up.
“NO! You can’t mean it!!” cried Maggie, “Tell me what happened?”
Mindy proceeded to tell Maggie her story while Maggie helped her with her bath. Both women cried for the man they loved.
Dr. Wilkins was waiting for her in his study when she came downstairs. He called to her as she passed the doorway.
“Miss Kinney…may I speak with you?” The doctor called.
“Yes, of course.” Mindy entered the study and sat in a chair in front of the desk.
“I hope that you are feeling better today. You were quite distressed last night.” The doctor commented.
“Yes, thank you.” Mindy replied. She hoped the doctor wasn’t letting her go. After all….she was gone that whole time, and Paul did steal his sword. She nervously fidgeted with her hands, waiting for the ax to fall.
“Miss Kinney, I am very sorry to hear about Paul. We had become good friends, had a few drinks together, discussed you….Miss Kinney.” He started.
“Me?” Mindy replied.
“Yes…you. Paul told me of his plans to marry you. Also he warned me of the danger that you were in. We discussed what would be done in case….well…in case something should happen to him.” Dr. Wilkins explained. “We decided that you should stay under my care…as…as my wife.”
“Your…YOUR wife?” Mindy answered, not really knowing what to say.
“Yes…Miss Kinney. I am asking if you would consent to become my wife.” Dr. Wilkins said. “I believe it is a sensible course of action in this situation. Paul wanted you to be safe and happy, if something should happen to him.”
“I thank you sir, for your kind offer.” Mindy said softly. “I shall think about your offer and give you an answer later. May I go now?”
“Yes, of course. Please think carefully about this Miss Kinney. It is the perfect answer to this problem.” The doctor stood as Mindy stood up.
Yes…I shall. Thank you.” Mindy gave a little curtsy and left the room. Her mind was reeling. Anger like she never felt coursed through her. They had a plan??? THEY HAD A PLAN??? Of course they would have never thought to consult her??? Oh no…just plan for the poor feeble minded woman, because she could never take care of herself!!! Mindy was sure that if Paul was there right now, she would have pummeled him. She stomped out to the stable where she could release her anger; anger at the doctor, anger at Paul for leaving her, anger at destiny for making her alone in the world.
Mindy went to Paul’s room and slammed the door.
“How dare you!!! How dare you marry me and then leave me like this!!!” Mindy yelled at the air. “How dare you try to run my life, when you aren’t here!!”
Mindy picked up a book and threw it across the room into the wall.
“Why did you come back, Paul??? I was just fine!!! I was doing well in fact. But you just had to come back and make me fall in love with you again!!!” Mindy threw herself on the bed and burst into tears. She could still smell him in the pillow. She cried until she fell asleep exhausted.
From the corner, a little ghost by the name of Brittany, cried tears too.
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Post by peri38 on Feb 10, 2011 10:12:39 GMT -5
And this story keeps getting longer and longer. Sorry for that guys...but hang in there. You guys are doing great!!! Inspiring me to write faster... So....here is a nice long update for you. Enjoy. Mindy wandered the town of Boston. She walked the docks. She walked the streets. She walked the countryside. Finally, she realized she couldn’t walk away from her problems. Something had to be done. She finally came to the realization that she was alone now, and the best thing to do was to marry the doctor. Certainly, it wouldn’t be a love match, but she had loved and lost her only love. At least with the doctor they would have a mutual respect and a lot in common. And she wouldn’t have to worry about being alone any more. It was the sensible thing to do, and sensible is one thing that Mindy was. The doctor was a little older than she was, but that was no matter. He was still young enough. Maybe she could have children…a family. Now that the decision was made, Mindy felt sad but relieved. She hurried back to the house to inform the doctor of her decision.
The doctor was in the exam room with a patient when Mindy came in. It was a young child with a bad cough. Mindy waited silently while the doctor examined the child and gave instructions to the worried mother. After they left, she approached the doctor.
“Do you have a minute to speak to me?” She asked.
“Of course…what is it, Miss Kinney?” Dr. Wilkins asked.
“I’ve come to a decision, if the marriage offer still stands.” Mindy looked down at her hands.
“Yes…of course it does! What did you decide my dear.” The doctor waited silently.
“I have decided to accept your offer of marriage. I thank you for giving me an opportunity to be your wife and I would also still like to help you in the surgery too….if that is your wish.” Mindy said quickly, before she changed her mind again.
“Miss Kinney…Mindy. You have just made me a very happy man. Of course you can help me with the patients. Your help in invaluable. We should make a great team, my dear….both as man and wife…and as partners in the office.” The doctor pulled her into a tight embrace. He tipped her chin up and pressed a light kiss on her lips.
“I am so happy. When do you think we should marry? A week? Would that be too soon?” The doctor said.
“Yes…of course. A week would be fine. I don’t need any time to get ready.” Mindy said. “Okay…next Saturday then?”
“Next Saturday…you will become my wife.” The doctor smiled. “Mindy…you have made me a very happy man.”
“Yes…” Mindy looked down, tears beginning to form in her eyes. “I must go, I have a few things to do yet today.” Mindy hurried away before the doctor could see them. She couldn’t help to remember Paul’s kiss. Paul’s eyes…Paul’s smile. Would she ever be able to love her new husband…without Paul’s ghost there?
Sam crossed the parking lot on the way to work. In her ears were earbuds. She was listening to her favorite show, Celtic Thunder.
“Let me tell you that I love you…and I think about you all the time.” “Caledonia, you’re calling me….now I’m going home.”
Sam sang along with the song. Ever since she went to a concert with her grandmother, Celtic Thunder was the only CD she ever listened to.
“And if I should become a stranger….know that it would make me more than sad. Caledonia..your everything, I ever had.”
She hummed along as she passed the many people walking through the hospital. She took the elevator to the critical care floor and got off.
“Hey.” She said as she pulled the earbuds from her ears.
“Oh thank God….my relief is here!!” Heather announced. “It’s been quite a crazy night…and my feet are killing me.”
“Interesting night huh?” Sam bent to put her belongings in the cabinet.
“You can say that again. We had a “John Doe” stabbing victim. Geez…the man was sliced up like a filet….but the weirdest thing was…the huge sword sticking out of his abs.” Heather said.
“Wow!!! How’s the guy doing?” Sam asked.
“The doctor says that he has a good chance…the sword miraculously missed any major organs…but the guy really lost a lot of blood….and then there’s infection…with a belly wound and all.” Heather said. “He’s yours for the day, by the way.”
“Ok…I’ll take his vitals this hour.” Sam walked down the hall. In the room, she checked the computer for doctor’s instructions. Then walked over to the patient. His eyes were closed and he was very pale. Hmmmm….he looked very familiar. She took his temperature…and filled the blood pressure cuff. Her eyes could stop from straying to his face. He looked very much like Paul Byrom, of Celtic Thunder. But that couldn’t be…. Paul Byrom lived in Ireland….not Florida.
Suddenly his eyes opened and he looked at her. Blue eyes….clear and true. HOLY SMOKES!!! It was Paul Byrom!!!!
“Hello Paul…can you hear me?” Sam said softly. “How are you feeling?”
“Mindy.” Was all that he said, before he closed his eyes again…falling back into a deep sleep.
Sam quickly finished the vitals and typed them into the computer. She rushed down the hall to the nurses station.
“I know who our John Doe is. His name is Paul Byrom. He’s a singer in a show called Celtic Thunder.” Sam told Heather.
Heather called up to Administration to let them know. They asked to speak to Sam and she told them everything she knew about Celtic Thunder and who they might contact. She prayed that they could find someone that could come…and soon.
That afternoon brought Keith, Ryan and Tam, to the hospital.
The trio stopped at the front desk.
“Yes and hello.” Keith smiled and began. “It seems you have a friend of ours here in your hospital. He came in last night.”
“Name?” The receptionist asked.
“Paul Byrom.” Ryan answered.
“I’m sorry but there is no one listed by that name.” She replied.
“Well, apparently you have his listed under a different name, since he was out of it when he was brought in.” Keith explained.
“Oh….well we have the John Doe, in critical care.” The lady pronounced. “Everyone is talking about him. He just appeared in ER with a sword in his stomach. No one in the ER saw who brought him in!”
“Oh my God!!! Is he alright?” Tam sounded alarmed.
“He’s on 6th floor….Room 602.” The lady directed them to the elevator.
“I’ll never forgive myself..for sending him back. If he dies…I’ll never forgive myself.” Tam kept saying on the way up.
“Now Tam, we all knew the risks involved….we even warned Paul about them.” Keith hugged her to him. “He’s still alive, that’s all we need to know.”
When they reached the nurse’s station, they were greeted by a round-eyed young woman, who was an obvious fan.
“Hello we’re here….” Ryan began.
“Oh my gosh!! You’re Ryan Kelly! And Keith!” Sam said excitedly. “You must be here for poor Paul. He’s stabilized….but still critical.”
“I take it you’re the one who contacted Sharon, my thanks.” Ryan smiled and looked at her name tag. “Samantha.”
“Oh you don’t have to thank me. I was just doing my job. Let me take you to him.” Samantha let the way to room 602 and opened the door. Tam gasped when she saw Paul laying there so still and covered with bandages. He was hooked up to a large machine that monitored his heartbeat and blood pressure. There were several bags connected to tubes running into his arm. He looked a mess.
“The doctor has him in a drug coma to keep him still. There were several large cuts all over his body and the you know….sword injury too. He didn’t want to get anything bleeding again. He should be like this for a few days, then they will start bringing him out of it.” Sam explained. “The police have already been here, but of course, Paul couldn’t talk to them.”
“The police? You called the police?” Keith asked.
“Well of course! It’s policy on these kinds of injuries. You do want the person responsible caught and put in jail….right?” Sam asked.
“Yes…of course.” Ryan answered. “Of course we do. There was no mention of a girl with Paul. Did anyone see a lass with him when they found him?”
“No…they didn’t see anyone. He was just found laying on the floor. No one saw how he got there and there was no one with him.” Sam answered.
“Well Sam lass, thank you for your help. Is it alright if one of us stayed with him all the time…until he wakes up?” Ryan asked.
“Yes of course.” Sam walked to the door. “I’ll leave you alone with him…please try to stay quiet….even though he’s in a coma, sometimes he can hear you; why just this morning he woke up and said…”Mindy”. Is that his girlfriend?”
“Yes….I wonder what happened to her.” Ryan turned to Keith and Tam. “Do we dare look up that article on the internet again?”
“I have to admit…I’m curious to find out if Paul saved her or not.” Tam looked at Keith. “Shall we go find out?”
“I’ll take first shift here. Go grab me a Starbucks, would you? I think it’s going to be a long night.” Ryan sat in the chair next to the bed.
Two days later………
Paul dreamed. He dreamed of Ireland…wide open fields and blue cloudless sky. Hi favorite lass was at his side. Mindy. They sat on a blanket, with a picnic lunch between them. She laughed as he joked. The slight breeze played with her hair and blew it across her face. He reached and swept the offending lock behind her ear. It was paradise. He wanted to stay there forever.
“Paul!! Paul!! Can you hear me!” Someone was yelling at him. Paul looked around but saw no one.
“Come on Paul. Time to come back now.” It sounded like someone he knew. Suddenly…pain like he never felt before in his stomach. Searing pain shot through his body. He looked down and saw the hilt of the sword. His hand was bloody!! He looked at Mindy, surprised when her dress was covered in blood…his blood.
“Paul!!! You need to come back…right now!” The voice was telling him.
Opening his eyes, he saw the blurry form of Ryan standing before him.
“Hey old man….there you are.” Ryan smiled.
“Mindy…where’s Mindy.” Paul rasped.
“Hey Paul…Nice to see those big blues again!” Tam said from the other side of the bed. She grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. “You’ve been out a long time.”
“Mindy?” Paul repeated.
“I’m sorry, Paul.” Ryan said. “It looks like you couldn’t save her after all. She didn’t come back with you.”
“Tell me….” Paul demanded. “Tell me what happened.”
“I’m not sure what happened to you…but in the article we read, a girl named Sybil reported that she saw Mindy in the burning church, right before it collapsed. Mindy didn’t make it out.” Tam told him.
“Send me back.” Paul whispered to Tam.
“Now Paul…you just woke up from a coma. You can’t even walk yet! That sword injury isn’t even close to healed.” Ryan told him.
“I can save her this time.” Paul said. “I know who the villain is…I can stop him now.”
“I won’t send you back Paul.” Tam explained softly. “I’m beginning to think that you can’t change history. If it isn’t one thing…it’s another. History is written and we can’t change it. Not to mention the fact that it almost killed you when you went back. No…I won’t…can’t live with that. So the answer is no….I won’t be sending you back again.”
“Then leave. Just leave me alone. Get out!” Paul closed his eyes, wishing himself back into his dream world…his world with Mindy.
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Post by peri38 on Feb 11, 2011 13:17:33 GMT -5
Now CB.....I'm writing as fast as I can sweetie. Don't hurt me!!! Here is an update for you....not so sad...a little hopeful. I hope my baby girl Furbs likes it. Love you guys....even the one with the pitchfork. Sam was worried. She scanned Paul’s vitals that were logged into the computer. This was not good. It had been almost a week and very little recovery. If fact, it seemed he was going downhill rather than up. She waited for the doctor to finish his examination.
“This is not looking good is it Sam.” The doctor looked into Paul’s eyes, took his pulse rate. He checked all the wounds…all looked like they were healing nicely; even the large sword wound. There was no fever, no reason, really…for the man not to be awake and complaining loudly…demanding pain pills and wanting out of the hospital. Yet he lay in the bed in a deep sleep, waking to barely eat…then fall back asleep again.
“I don’t know what to tell you doctor.” Sam replied. “He just doesn’t have the will to get better.”
“Well he better find something, or we’re going to lose him.” The doctor replied. “It’s a shame…such a talent. I listened to the CD you gave me. It’s very good.”
“Yes it is. I’ll talk to his friends, see what I can do.” Sam replied. After the doctor left, Sam began to clean up. A song kept replaying in her head, so she began to softly sing.
Paul was on the beach. The waves lapped gently at his feet as he walked. Up ahead, a figure sat on a cluster of rocks. Mindy! She waited for him. He began to walk faster…he ran. But the harder he ran, the farther away she became. Suddenly, a sweet voice began to sing.
“If I could try…to cry the same tears for her.”
Paul stopped and looked around.
“To take away her pain, I’d cry time and time again.”
The voice was sweet and clear. It was his own song, it was sung beautifully. Who was it? Paul looked down, he was wearing the clothes from his music video: the poet shirt, the pants, the boots.
“So I wait for day when the pain goes away, and she opens her eyes to see me.”
“When she wakes I’ll be there, hold her hand, stroke her hair. With her eyes she will smile and free me.” Paul felt his world dissolving as he moved backward….toward….
Blue eyes opened. Sam’s sweet voice sang soft and clear. She was a small girl. Her hair was long and brown and put up in a messy bun. Paul couldn’t believe the powerful voice coming from such a small thing. She turned and noticed that he was awake.
“Oh…hello there.” Sam smiled. “How are you feeling?”
“You were singing my song.” Paul commented.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. You just reminded me of Sleeping Beauty; laying there in the bed…so peaceful.” Sam pulled the covers around him and fluffed up his pillow. “Do you need anything? How about something to eat?”
“You’re good.” he said. “very good.”
“Ha! High praise coming from the premiere tenor from Ireland.” Sam chuckled. “Thanks…but I’m just…okay.”
“No…you’re good. Do you sing professionally?” He asked.
“I’m a professional nurse, not a professional singer. I sing for my own pleasure. I’m not even close to being in your league.” She said casually.
“Well I’d have to listen to you on a stage, but from what I hear…your voice is powerful.” Paul said.
“Thanks. So…tell me about your girl.” Sam carefully ventured into uncharted territory.
“What’s to say….she is…was…the most beautiful woman, both inside and out, that I’ve ever known. Her face was an angel’s…her eye’s.soft brown; that could melt your heart. And she had a caring soul. She cared for everyone…except maybe herself.” Paul teared up as he talked about Mindy.
“So what happened to her?” Sam asked.
“She died in a fire. I tried to save her…but I guess I screwed up.” Paul closed his eyes from the pain in his heart.
“I’m very sorry for your loss. Did she love you?” Sam asked.
“Yes, we married. We said vows before…. Yes, she loved me.” Paul looked over at Sam. “I love her so much…I don’t want to live without her.”
“You tell me she loved you and she was a very caring person. Do you think she would want you to die like this? Don’t you think that she would want you to live and be happy?” Sam asked. “If the situation were reversed…..would you want her to die rather than find happiness?”
“Of course I would want her to be happy. I just can’t find my happiness….my only happiness is when I am with her, in my dreams.” Paul whispered.
“Paul, you have a long life ahead of you. You are talented and have so many friends and fans. You have so much to look forward to. Think about that before you give up. Right now may be hard, but it will get easier.” Sam grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I hope you’ll think about it. I happen to be one of those fans.”
“Maybe you could sing me a song again.” Paul whispered before he closed his eyes to venture back into his dreams.
“I would love to…and maybe you could sing me one too.” Sam replied.
“Yes, maybe I will.” He whispered. Sam signed off on the computer and wheeled it out of the room.
Brittany watched from the corner of the room. She was very concerned about Paul. She didn’t want her friend to die. She thought about all the things she could do. Nothing….as a ghost…she could do nothing. An idea suddenly popped into her head. Yes…that could work. Brittany disappeared intent on her mission to save Paul.
Ryan eavesdropped outside the door to the exchange between Sam and Paul. He was quite impressed with how she handled the conversation. She was a smart, spunky piece of work.
Ryan grabbed her arm and she walked out of the room.
“Hello….got a minute?” Ryan said.
“Got about that…I have patients…” Sam walked toward the next room.
“Well, I just wanted to thank you, for what you said in there.” Ryan said.
“Don’t thank me, it’s my job.” Sam said.
“I don’t think so. It’s your job to take care of people. Not listen to their stories.” Ryan said. “He’s in a bad way right now.”
“He’ll likely get worse, before he gets better.” Sam warned. “We just need to give him something to live for.”
“So…what are you doing after you get off tonight? Want to meet for a drink?” Ryan asked. “Huh? I don’t drink.” Sam responded. Her heart was thudding hard. She looked down at the floor, not wanting him to see her red face.
“Okay…so…want to meet for dinner and coffee?” Ryan asked.
“I’m sorry, I have plans.” Sam told him quickly and started to walk away. Why did she say that? She didn’t have any plans…but she was so nervous. She couldn’t believe Ryan Kelly was asking her out!!
“Well how about tomorrow night….after I have Paul duty.” Ryan pushed a little bit as he walked behind her.
“I have practice tomorrow night.” Sam sped up down the hall, but still he followed.
“After practice then.” Ryan suggested, not giving up.
“Look…why are you asking me out?” Sam abruptly stopped and turned . Ryan couldn’t check his momentum, and ran right into her. He grabbed her by the shoulders to protect her from falling. He looked down into the big brown eyes staring at him. Her face was round with scattered freckles across her nose. He wanted to kiss each one.
“I like your face, kid. So…tomorrow night? I’ll drive…how about I go to watch you practice…then we’ll go out for a bite?” He suggested.
“I guess…okay.” Sam couldn’t believe she just said that. She almost threw up, just thinking about it. A night with Ryan???
“Okay…then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ryan smiled and let her go.
“Yes…okay.” Sam walked away quickly.
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Post by peri38 on Feb 14, 2011 12:03:17 GMT -5
Happy Valentine's Day!!! I think today is the perfect day for this update. I love you all....hugz and smoochies!!! And CB...thanks for not poking me with the pitchfork. Tomorrow she married. The dress hung in the wardrobe, ready and waiting. Food was being prepared at that moment by Maggie…who insisted they serve their guest a large meal. Flowers filled the vestibule and drawing room, since Mindy insisted she did not want a church wedding, just a small gathering. Everything was in readiness. Everything that is….except for her. Mindy paced in her room. What was wrong with her? She was marrying a wonderful, kind man. They had so much in common. He would take care of her. It was a sensible match. Mindy was restless. She needed to talk to someone and the stables called to her. Perhaps that’s what she needed. Closure. She needed to say goodbye. Mindy grabbed her cloak and walked quietly through the house and down the back stairway. She carried the lamp from her room to light her way. The horses nickered softly in greeting when she entered. The door to what once was Paul’s room stood open, the darkness beyond calling to her. Mindy set the lamp down on the dresser and looked around. Pieces of Paul were still scattered about: A shirt casually thrown across a chair, a small carousel sat on the dresser next to a Woody doll. Mindy smiled when she picked up Woody. She had forgotten the movie. How much fun they had that day! Mindy crossed the room and picked up Paul’s shirt. Bringing it to her face, she breathed in his scent. Memories. The tour bus…her first concert…the night on the beach and the midnight swim in the ocean…shopping…talking…laughing….loving… Paul’s face as he lay in the burning church; sweat mixed with tears, his face in pain….his body bloody and shivering. The blood!!! So much blood!!! Mindy squeezed her eyes shut trying to stop the rush of memories.
“I’m getting married tomorrow.” Her voice sounded loud against the silence. “Of course, you’d know that, after all…you set it all up that way.”
“He’s a good man, as you know. He respects me and I respect him. He promised to take care of me. You’d like that.” Mindy hesitated to wipe her tears. “Anyway, I think I could be happy someday with him. Maybe I will even have children.”
“I miss you so much.” Mindy started to walk around the small room. She sat on the small bed and picked up the pillow, inhaling his smell.
“I will never love him, like I loved you. I want you to know that, but I am going to have to say goodbye to you. I have to try to be the best wife I can be. He is not you, but he is a good man…he deserves a wife who gives the marriage everything she has.”
The door of the room squeaked and then slammed shut. Mindy jumped and stood up quickly, looking at the door suspiciously. A cold chill filled the room and the hair on the back of Mindy’s neck stood on end.
“Who’s there?” She whispered. The carousel music box began to play. Mindy backed away from the dresser…her heart beating wildly in her chest.
“Paul? Is…is that you?” She said loudly to the empty room.
“The one you love…lives.” She heard a soft female voice behind her say.
Mindy jumped and turned quickly.
“Who’s there!!! Come out now!” Mindy said firmly.
A mist began to form in the shape of a small woman in front of Mindy’s eyes.
“You say goodbye, yet the man you love still lives.”
“Who are you? How do you know this?” Mindy asked.
“I just left his side. He lays in a bed…wishing himself dead. You must save him! Hurry!”
Just as quickly as the air was cold, it suddenly began to warm. Mindy could tell that whoever was there, was gone now. Could it be true? Could Paul still be alive? But the ghost said he was near death! She had to go to him! Mindy quickly looked around the room. She began to pick up anything that might be from the future. The carousel, the Woody doll…she opened the drawers of the dresser, there was a small pink bag that she recognized from her first shopping trip, and there to the side, under a pair of trousers….her Book of Spells. She grabbed everything up, picked up the lamp and quickly walked back to the house. She needed to pack a few things of her own for the trip, for she did not plan to come back this time. This time…her trip would be forever.
Paul lay on his back, watching the clouds move across the sky. The sun was warm on his face. Mindy’s head lay on his chest as she curled up next to him. He never wanted to leave this place. It was so wonderful here. He closed his eyes and felt the joy of just being with Mindy fill him up. Yes….this is where he wanted to stay…forever.
“Paul!” He heard a voice from a distance. He didn’t want to hear it…he just wanted to be left alone.
“Paul!!! Please!! Wake UP!!!” No….he didn’t want to go back there…he wanted to stay here with Mindy.
“I love you Paul…Please come back to me.” That sounded like Mindy. He looked down at his side and she was gone.
“Mindy? Where are you?” Paul sat up quickly. “Mindy!!!”
“I’m here, love!!! Open your eyes!! Come back to me.” The voice came from a distance. Paul stood up and looked around.
“No…you’re dead! They said you were dead.” Paul said. “I want to be with you!”
“If you want me….you have to come back. I’m here…waiting for you.” The voice called.
Paul felt someone holding his hand. She was weeping softy as his hand lay against her damp cheek. Poor girl…he moved his other hand and patted her head in consolation.
“Paul!” Mindy’s head came up quickly. “Paul! Can you hear me?”
Paul opened his eyes. Mindy sat by his side, her brown eyes full of tears looking at him with love and happiness in her eyes.
“Am I dreaming again?” Paul whispered again.
“I’m not a dream…I’m here. I came to you.” Mindy said.
“A ghost? You’re dead.” Paul whispered. “No love…I’m flesh and blood. I love you!” Mindy cried.
Paul moved his hand over his beloved’s face, his thumb wiped a very real tear from her face.
“Mindy.” He whispered.
Mindy cried out and threw herself into his arms. Paul moved his arms around her and held her tightly to him. He closed his eyes and thanked God for this miracle. Surely he didn’t deserve this blessing.
“You know…this means we’re going to have to get married again.” Paul said through his own tears. “I want a big wedding…a huge wedding!!”
“Whatever you want….anything you want is ok with me.” Mindy said against his chest. "As long as I'm with you....nothing in the world matters but being with you."
"It's forever then...you and me. No more popping in and out of time?" Paul said.
"No more...I'm here to stay, where I belong....with you...forever." Mindy said in his shirt.
"Mindy...I love you so much." Paul lifted her face up to his and kissed her; it was the kiss of a promise; A promise of forever.
From the corner of the room, a little ghost cried tears of joy. This was good. Suddenly...a little glimmer of light shown from above. Ahhh...it must be soon now. Brittany smiled...she had to see this!!
The cat trembled in readiness in the thick grass intent on his prey. A few feet in front of him scurried an unsuspecting fat rat; just the right size for a good meal. The cat’s rear end came up…his whole body quivered for just the right moment as he watched the rat move closer. Lightning quick, the cat swiftly pounced on the rat, his front paws holding its wriggling body. He picked the fat rat up in his mouth and carried its squeaking body into the forest. From nearby, Brittany smiled. It was time for her to go home now.
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