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Authors: Geralyn Beauchamp
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his decision was made. He shuddered and s he knew he felt what had her in i ts grip. With a determined stance he looked deeply into her eyes, her very core , and committed her image to memory. He knew to lock it away deep within himself to plant the seed of her identity in his soul. When fully grown, it would serve to recognize her when it came time to join her heart forever with his. But he had to give her something, something that would allow that recognition to take place, something of his that would be easily recognizable once he saw it again. Shona knew there was on ly o ne thing that would work. As did he.
The emptiness suddenly tightened its hold and she gasped as if choked. The boy quickly held his gift out to her and she reached for it gratefully, taking it from him with the utmost care, clutching the fragile treasure protectively and allowing it time to adjust to its new home, all the while letting him know she would guard what he gave her with her very life. No harm would come to his gift as long as she was alive, and though the pain assailing her would have it otherwise, that would be for a very long time.
Time! She had to go. No, please not yet. Please let me stay with him, just a little while longer. I do not want to go!
But her heart bade her to go, and she was unable to disobey. She turned to leave, glancing back once to smile at the boy who stood and smiled in return, pleased she had liked his gift enough to take and keep it. Now she could rest, the emptiness leaving her. I t would stay away until she had to fi nd him again and re turn the gift he had so unselfi shly given to her. For by then it would be grown into and joined with her to become something new. For now, it would protect her and keep her safe until the time came to give back the most precious gift she could ever receive.
H is heart.
* * *
Shona sat bolt upright in bed unable to comprehend or p lace the horrible sound engulfi ng her. It brutally shook the usually solid timber of her consciousnes s, allowing confusion to fl ood in betwe en the cracks.
Yet just as suddenly, the horrid noise stopped.
“Really, Shona, I wish you would learn to either turn your alarm off or use a clock with a snooze button. This one has the most annoying sound I have ever heard! How can you stand to wake up to this thing every morning?”
Shona looked dumbly from the alarm clock on her nightstand to her mother at her bedside, a scream now lodged belligerently in her throat, its displeasure at not being released evident as a dull ache began to throb in the same area.
“Were you up late again last night?” Her mother inquired, concerned. “You look pale.”
Shona shook her head numbly in response as disappointment made its timely descent into her heart. She had woken up, or rather had been woken up, the little boy once again left far behind. And they had been communicating in the dream , he’d done something . She could never r emember many of the details , only him. And now he was gone. T h e thought was heart-wrenching , and she clutc hed the edge of her quilt to fi ght off the horrible sense of loss which was crazy in itself. They were only dreams …
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Maggie Whittard asked again as she sat on the bed. “Are you up to going to town today?”
Shona gazed at her mother and prayed her face had looked like a normal human being’s when she entered the room. She assumed so, as the woman was not screaming in horror. “What… what about Julia?”
Mag gie’s dark eyes grew soft before she gave her a gentle smile. “It’s Saturday. Julia doesn’t tutor today.”
Shona looked at the handful of quilt, i ts soft colors calming her. “Oh,” she began numbly. “ I forgot.”
Maggie studied her a moment as if weighing something, then the look was gone. “I think,” she began as she shifted her position, making the bed creak slightly, “that you need to get up and dressed.
The emptiness suddenly tightened its hold and she gasped as if choked. The boy quickly held his gift out to her and she reached for it gratefully, taking it from him with the utmost care, clutching the fragile treasure protectively and allowing it time to adjust to its new home, all the while letting him know she would guard what he gave her with her very life. No harm would come to his gift as long as she was alive, and though the pain assailing her would have it otherwise, that would be for a very long time.
Time! She had to go. No, please not yet. Please let me stay with him, just a little while longer. I do not want to go!
But her heart bade her to go, and she was unable to disobey. She turned to leave, glancing back once to smile at the boy who stood and smiled in return, pleased she had liked his gift enough to take and keep it. Now she could rest, the emptiness leaving her. I t would stay away until she had to fi nd him again and re turn the gift he had so unselfi shly given to her. For by then it would be grown into and joined with her to become something new. For now, it would protect her and keep her safe until the time came to give back the most precious gift she could ever receive.
H is heart.
* * *
Shona sat bolt upright in bed unable to comprehend or p lace the horrible sound engulfi ng her. It brutally shook the usually solid timber of her consciousnes s, allowing confusion to fl ood in betwe en the cracks.
Yet just as suddenly, the horrid noise stopped.
“Really, Shona, I wish you would learn to either turn your alarm off or use a clock with a snooze button. This one has the most annoying sound I have ever heard! How can you stand to wake up to this thing every morning?”
Shona looked dumbly from the alarm clock on her nightstand to her mother at her bedside, a scream now lodged belligerently in her throat, its displeasure at not being released evident as a dull ache began to throb in the same area.
“Were you up late again last night?” Her mother inquired, concerned. “You look pale.”
Shona shook her head numbly in response as disappointment made its timely descent into her heart. She had woken up, or rather had been woken up, the little boy once again left far behind. And they had been communicating in the dream , he’d done something . She could never r emember many of the details , only him. And now he was gone. T h e thought was heart-wrenching , and she clutc hed the edge of her quilt to fi ght off the horrible sense of loss which was crazy in itself. They were only dreams …
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Maggie Whittard asked again as she sat on the bed. “Are you up to going to town today?”
Shona gazed at her mother and prayed her face had looked like a normal human being’s when she entered the room. She assumed so, as the woman was not screaming in horror. “What… what about Julia?”
Mag gie’s dark eyes grew soft before she gave her a gentle smile. “It’s Saturday. Julia doesn’t tutor today.”
Shona looked at the handful of quilt, i ts soft colors calming her. “Oh,” she began numbly. “ I forgot.”
Maggie studied her a moment as if weighing something, then the look was gone. “I think,” she began as she shifted her position, making the bed creak slightly, “that you need to get up and dressed.
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