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Post by celticthunder1510 on May 25, 2011 20:44:28 GMT -5
Keith was in a very old hotel room in Boston, Massachusetts. He was looking for his red sneaker that had somehow been thrown in the back of this old antique closet by Damian.
He was muttering to himself, "If I had been here when this closet was built, I would have made it bigger and be able to find my shoe!"
He banged his head hard on the coat rack and passed out. When he came to, the world looked A LOT different that Keith remembered it. His first thought, 'Uh oh!' as he noticed the gas lamp and the noise of a horse drawn carriage outside his bedroom window.
"What happened to me?" he said aloud.
"Ah, kind sir, you have awoken! I'll fetch the doctor. You gave us all a fright!" the woman in the antique clothes said to him bowing before she went to leave the room.
He called out. "Are we in a historic building? Is that why in 2011, you are speaking in old English?"
She looked at him very strangely and said, "Sir? It is 1776 and you are in Boston, Massachusetts, one of the original thirteen colonies of England. We are in the middle of a war right now. What side are you on? British or American?" as she narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for his answer.
"I am on the American side, love. Their cause is right." he said, cautiously. "My name is Keith Harkin. And, yours, lass?"
She smiled and relaxed. "My name is Margaret but, I prefer Meg and I run this hotel since my mum died and left it to me. I'll just go get the doctor now."
Should I go on with this one?
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Post by GalwayGirl on May 25, 2011 20:55:55 GMT -5
I definitely think that you should!! I can't wait to see where this one will go!!
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Post by celticbear on May 25, 2011 21:25:00 GMT -5
You better Continue! I love the idea of My Keith being 1776!
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Post by DaughterofOphelia on May 26, 2011 1:39:36 GMT -5
Continue PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!! It sounds VERY good so far!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by celticthunder1510 on May 26, 2011 13:07:06 GMT -5
Chapter TWO
The doctor checked Keith over and found him to be alright. He was merely knocked out so he should be fine by the morning. “He should be sat with all night in case he is ill in the night and a doctor is needed to help him again.” the doctor said.
“I shall stay with him, Doctor. After all, I am a nurse in the Army. I can handle one man.” Meg said in her best authoritative voice.
“Well, alright, Nurse Marsh. You can certainly handle one man. Good night to you both.” as the doctor left the room for the night.
Meg turned her attention to Keith and asked him, “Are you hungry? I can make you anything you want to eat?”
His stomach growled noisily and she laughed. He blushed and said, “Why don’t you surprise me with anything you want.”
She left the room. He jumped out of bed and noticed he was in a long nightgown (?) and barefoot on the cold floor of the room. He searched for his clothes in the closet and in the hope chest and found no trace of them anywhere.
She came back to the door and knocked on it to announce she was coming in. She came in just as he dove back under the blankets. She set up a tray with homemade bread, jam, thick bacon slices, cheese and a hot pot of tea on it. His stomach rumbled at the look of the food and he tucked into it, hungrily.
Meg laughed and said, “Being hit on the head did nothing to ruin your appetite, sir!”
He stopped at once and asked, “Would you like to share this with me? Honestly, I can’t eat all of this and you look like you could use a snack yourself. Please, I insist you join me.”
She sat and ate with him and they talked of things she did that day-laundry, cooking, cleaning, gathering firewood, taking in new customers to the Inn at St John, her hotel. Keith realized in shock-it was the SAME place Sharon had booked the band into for their show.
She asked Keith, “So, what can you do for work, sir?”
Keith thought really fast and said, “I am a singer by trade, Meg. Um, not to be indelicate here but, where are the clothes I was in when you found me?”
Meg blushed and said, “Well, they were Frontier wear so, we got you some breeches a shirt and a waistcoat from my late husband’s trunk that should fit you fine.”
“Oh, OK. I am sorry. Late husband?” Keith asked, quietly. “How long ago did he um, well-pass on?”
“He was killed by the bloody Redcoats two years ago and I had to ask what side you were on in the war so I could decide whether to kill you or keep you alive. You answered correctly, love so, wipe the shocked look of your face, if you please.”
He smiled at her and said, “Well, then. Could you give me a bit of privacy to get dressed, then? I would like to help you with some of the chores you do. I can get firewood safe enough, right?”
She blushed again and said, “Well, when I got you into that nightshirt, if it helps, I didn’t look down, Keith.” and she ran out of the room. He swore she was giggling a bit. ‘I look OK for a guy, don’t I?’ he thought to himself as he got washed up and dressed in the unfamiliar clothes.
He came out of the room and noticed the clock in Fanueil Market said it was 8AM. Way too early for me, he thought to himself, yawning. He went downstairs to the back door and found the axe. He saw the huge pile of fat logs and took one down. He put it on the flat stone and began to chop it into manageable pieces for the fireplaces and the wood stoves and by the time the Fanueil clock had chimed noon, he had a huge pile of wood chopped up and stacked right by the back door for Meg to have brought in.
She called out to him, “Do you want some lunch, Mr. Harkin?”
He came to the door all hot and sweaty and said, “Sure! If ya give me a place to wash up and a clean shirt to change into?”
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Post by GalwayGirl on May 26, 2011 13:14:49 GMT -5
I love it!!! Keith in a NIGHTGOWN would be hysterical!!!!! Nothing could ruin his appetite hehe !!!!! Good thing that he answered the right way!!! Poor Meg!!! Glad that Keith is able to do something to earn his keep!!! Update soon please!!!!!
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Post by DaughterofOphelia on May 26, 2011 15:59:47 GMT -5
WOW!!!!! Okay, PLEASE update soon!!!!
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Post by celticbear on May 26, 2011 22:01:06 GMT -5
CT! You are on a roll with this one! Love Chapter Two! Glad to see Keith's trip back in time did not affect his appetitie nor his good maners! Love how he wants to help Meg! CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!
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Post by orinocoflow on May 28, 2011 18:57:32 GMT -5
great start! just asking...how does Margaret become Meg? Wouldnt it be Maggie?
please update soon!
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Post by celticthunder1510 on May 28, 2011 21:56:46 GMT -5
Margaret can be a Meg, a Peg, or a Maggie depending on what part of the USA you are from. Boston in my family anyway lends itself to a MEG so she is a MEG.
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