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Authors: Amelia Grace
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Holding me by the hand, he walked with me to the door of Grandy’s drawing room. I had certainly done a thorough job of dead locking the door. It was not an easy feat to enter the drawing room, but finally, he managed to get through all of the locks.
He pushed the old oak door open slowly, but confidently. I stood back, showing unease with the whole situation. Ben went straight to the windows and pulled the curtains to let the sunlight in again. He opened the wooden sash windows slightly to let in some cold but fresh air, and then lit the fireplace. Yet, I remained no closer than the door. I did not look around the room, but kept my eyes strictly on Ben.
As Ben kerfuffled around the room, he kept glancing over at me. Then I realized that he couldn’t find the ring.
“Where did you leave the ring Cate?” he asked.
“On the coffee table near the memory storage rock. Grandy’s seven jeweled ring should be there too. I guess I should never have left Grandy’s ring in such an obvious place. Could you put it on the mantel piece for now? Thanks Ben.”
Then Ben walked over to me with the promise ring. I had forgotten how beautiful it was, with its gold and its diamonds. He slipped it onto my ring finger on my right hand, and then kissed me lightly on the lips.
“It’ll help us to remember,” h is voice was low as he whispered into my ear.
“I don’t want to remember our promise Ben,“ I whispered back.
“I’ve noticed that!“ he said roughly, hugging me, then walking into the sitting room, and sitting by the fireplace. I was puzzled at his quick exit from the drawing room.
I followed, unsure about leaving the door open to Grandy’s room.
I sat next to him and entwined my fingers through his.
“I need to go back to work Cate, to let them know that I’m back from my humanitarian mission. We both need to get back to some sort of normality. I’ll spend one more night here with you, and then I’ll go back to my Earth parent’s home – where I should be as a single man. Then I won’t be so tempted to do things with you that we promised not to do. And… I’m only a phone call away if you need me Cate.”
I breathed out audibly. I didn’t want him to go.
“You’re right of course Ben. We do need to get back to normality, whatever that is!” I questioned. “Will I see you later today?”
“Of course. How could I stay away from you? I wouldn’t cope. I need to be with you,” Ben reassured me.
And so it began…the return to normality. Ben returned to his career, and I returned to mine.
Chapter 10
The Visitors
My life became very busy. Very repetitive in some parts of it, but in others, interesting and rewarding.
I found myself up at the crack of dawn every morning, harvesting the seven fruits of The Magnificent Tree to put out early for the needy, and occasionally not so needy.
Sometimes , as I filled the baskets with the fruits, the people would thank me. I didn’t want to be thanked, but I did enjoy meeting the people who were struggling to make a life, sometimes struggling to live. I often handed out words of advice or encouragement, and always wished them the very best.
One morning, from my bedroom window, I noticed a new group of people that had arrived together. They were different from the others. They wore dark glasses covering their eyes. Rarely did the homeless people wear sunglasses. It was a luxury they couldn’t afford. The new people also dressed differently. Their clothes were not old, worn, patchy with holes from wear and tear, but made from natural fibres, natural colours, and a simple design. And although their dress displayed a lack of money, they did not look poor in spirit as the homeless people often did.
The new visitors studied the fruits very carefully, smelling them, feeling them and squeezing them gently, before placing just one of each fruit
Holding me by the hand, he walked with me to the door of Grandy’s drawing room. I had certainly done a thorough job of dead locking the door. It was not an easy feat to enter the drawing room, but finally, he managed to get through all of the locks.
He pushed the old oak door open slowly, but confidently. I stood back, showing unease with the whole situation. Ben went straight to the windows and pulled the curtains to let the sunlight in again. He opened the wooden sash windows slightly to let in some cold but fresh air, and then lit the fireplace. Yet, I remained no closer than the door. I did not look around the room, but kept my eyes strictly on Ben.
As Ben kerfuffled around the room, he kept glancing over at me. Then I realized that he couldn’t find the ring.
“Where did you leave the ring Cate?” he asked.
“On the coffee table near the memory storage rock. Grandy’s seven jeweled ring should be there too. I guess I should never have left Grandy’s ring in such an obvious place. Could you put it on the mantel piece for now? Thanks Ben.”
Then Ben walked over to me with the promise ring. I had forgotten how beautiful it was, with its gold and its diamonds. He slipped it onto my ring finger on my right hand, and then kissed me lightly on the lips.
“It’ll help us to remember,” h is voice was low as he whispered into my ear.
“I don’t want to remember our promise Ben,“ I whispered back.
“I’ve noticed that!“ he said roughly, hugging me, then walking into the sitting room, and sitting by the fireplace. I was puzzled at his quick exit from the drawing room.
I followed, unsure about leaving the door open to Grandy’s room.
I sat next to him and entwined my fingers through his.
“I need to go back to work Cate, to let them know that I’m back from my humanitarian mission. We both need to get back to some sort of normality. I’ll spend one more night here with you, and then I’ll go back to my Earth parent’s home – where I should be as a single man. Then I won’t be so tempted to do things with you that we promised not to do. And… I’m only a phone call away if you need me Cate.”
I breathed out audibly. I didn’t want him to go.
“You’re right of course Ben. We do need to get back to normality, whatever that is!” I questioned. “Will I see you later today?”
“Of course. How could I stay away from you? I wouldn’t cope. I need to be with you,” Ben reassured me.
And so it began…the return to normality. Ben returned to his career, and I returned to mine.
Chapter 10
The Visitors
My life became very busy. Very repetitive in some parts of it, but in others, interesting and rewarding.
I found myself up at the crack of dawn every morning, harvesting the seven fruits of The Magnificent Tree to put out early for the needy, and occasionally not so needy.
Sometimes , as I filled the baskets with the fruits, the people would thank me. I didn’t want to be thanked, but I did enjoy meeting the people who were struggling to make a life, sometimes struggling to live. I often handed out words of advice or encouragement, and always wished them the very best.
One morning, from my bedroom window, I noticed a new group of people that had arrived together. They were different from the others. They wore dark glasses covering their eyes. Rarely did the homeless people wear sunglasses. It was a luxury they couldn’t afford. The new people also dressed differently. Their clothes were not old, worn, patchy with holes from wear and tear, but made from natural fibres, natural colours, and a simple design. And although their dress displayed a lack of money, they did not look poor in spirit as the homeless people often did.
The new visitors studied the fruits very carefully, smelling them, feeling them and squeezing them gently, before placing just one of each fruit
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