Series: Tales of the Other Earth Tale: Halloween Story part 4 M/F Story

September 1, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

Lila was in the Library last period for study hall, where no one ever studied. Presently, she was staring out the window. There was a war was going on. The school color guard, the ones who would do ROTC in High School were struggling to practice, lifting heavy white-washed wooden guns with sweaty hands and marching in step to music which was considerably better than the High School band. Lila was sure Aaron and Missy were set on the Navy. Aaron was the captain of the team, though, and Lila felt that Missy might just be following him around. Ricky and Tamika, on the other hand, were both clearly interested in the Marines. Curiously, both would have to lose some weight, she thought.

There were also two seventh graders. Lila had to think for a minute before coming up with the names Kate and Warren. She shrugged. They were seventh graders, and they looked it.

Aaron broke off the drill to go to the parking lot. Bob was in the lot, ignoring whatever class he was supposed to be in, blasting gangsta rap, and Celeste was laughing at something. Owen was there with Terry clinging to him like a leech, and Kyle, poor hormone crazy, sex maniac Kyle was right with them. God help the eighth grade.

Lila tried to listen, but since she could not hear through the glass, she had to imagine Aaron was yelling at Bob to turn it down. The hip-hop music was seriously crimping the drill, but Bob and Celeste just laughed. God, how Lila hated the middle school games!

There was an interruption in the war. The three primo seventh graders, Anna, Lisa and Elizabeth were walking by, ignoring everything and everyone, except Kyle was not about to let them pass without making a pass. Lila saw Anna turn toward the other two, and she looked red-faced because of whatever Kyle said. It looked like Lisa responded while Elizabeth stuck her nose up and wanted nothing to do with the eighth grader. Who would? The boy was running amok, Lila decided.

“Ahem!” Lila’s mom was shelving something and Lila snapped to attention, looking at her textbook, though not really focusing. She would recognize that “Ahem!” anywhere. It was not a good thing having your mother as school librarian, at least not very often.

“Kyle is a weirdo.” Ginger whispered.

“What?” Morgan missed it.

“He said something to the seventh grade wannabes.” Lila explained. “Probably something stupid.” She added, though it was unnecessary. Morgan’s mouth was already forming an understanding “O,” when Mary pointed.

“Tom and Rachel.” Mary said, and all heads turned. Mary and Eddie were on again – off again. Donna and Bobby were also a couple, though they were never much together, like they were still checking things out about being a boy and a girl together. Tom and Rachel, on the other hand, seemed to have settled things nicely. They were not holding hands, exactly, but they might as well have been. Morgan sighed. She was interested in Jordan, admitting it one day and denying it the next; but Lila had learned, under strict confidence, that both Morgan and Jordan were coming to the Halloween dance as pirates.

“No place to hide there.” Lila said, half out loud, which solicited another “Ahem!” from the peanut gallery.

“This is study time, not window time.” Lila’s mom reminded the girls, and they got quiet for a minute, though none of them so much as glanced at their books.

“Got it.” Jennifer spoke almost too loud as she came over and sat at the table, a big book in her hand. “The gang at the geek table said this book has everything we need for our project.”

“Great.” Ginger sighed, and Morgan nodded in agreement, but Lila craned her neck to look at the geek table. She trusted George well enough, and Shirley, she supposed. Shirley had been a friend since kindergarten. Ethan was a bit on the crazy side. Maybe he was hormoning, too, just expressing it differently from Kyle. But then there was Lucy. Lucy was the class clown, and not technically one of the geeks. Lila looked at the book and wondered if maybe Lucy had really picked it out. It was not that Lucy was untrustworthy, but she would do anything for a laugh, and that might include making Lila and her friends spend hours in a book which had nothing they needed at all. Lila decided to check it out with her mom, and she snatched up the book and went to the desk. That was OK, because no one was looking at the book just yet. There was too much going on outside the window.

Mary spoke up while Lila was with her mom. “Eddie and I broke up again.” She said.

“Is that good?” Morgan asked. She always asked while Jennifer and Ginger made their usual comments. “Too bad,” and, “Good for you.”

“No, it’s not good.” Mary said. “I got my Princess costume all ready. Eddie was coming as Red Rayder.” They were characters from a video game

“Wear it anyway.” Jennifer insisted.

“Yeah.” Ginger agreed. “Let Red Rayder worry about it.”

“I heard Bobby and Donna broke up, too.” Morgan said.

“Were they ever a couple?” Mary wondered.

Jennifer shrugged while Morgan added a note. “Low class trailer bums.”

“Speaking of low class.” Ginger interrupted and pointed.

Shannah and Kylie came in talking up a storm on their cell phones. The seventh graders, Vanessa and Lori followed, in awe of the older rich girls who modeled new outfits every day and acted like they owned the world. In fact, Lila said so to her mother, but with one addition.

“They act like they own everything but have no idea what to do with it.”

“Hush.” Arosa scolded her daughter, softly, and came out from behind the desk, her hand open. Shannah and Kylie acted all put out, but they handed over the cells to be picked up when the day ended. They were not permitted in school, after all. The eighth graders went one direction, and the seventh graders went another, but sat where they could keep an eye on their eighth grade models.

*****

Arosa slipped the phones in a drawer while her daughter went back to her table. Arosa looked at the clock. The day was nearly over, and she had her date with David on her mind. Was she doing the right thing? He was the first man she had been able to get close to, after her adopted dad, of course, but there were things about her that David did not know. Then again, did she want to get close to him? It would mean roots that might be hard to break; but then, she reminded herself for the millionth time that she would probably never be able to go home.

She closed the drawer with the phones in it and had another thought. How might things have turned out differently if she had such devices in her own world? She looked at Lila and was struck with the notion that Lila might never know the world in which she was born. It was sad to think it. She remembered the day Lila came into the world. Those had been happy days.

“And what shall we call this marvel?” Dunovan had asked. He was so proud of her, and she was so happy for him.

“Lila, sweet.” Arosa said.

“Is that one word or two?” Dunovan asked as if serious. They had already discussed names and Lila had already been decided for a girl, but Arosa gladly played along.

“One word.” She said with a serious expression on her face, and he laughed, and that made her laugh, too. She so seldom heard him laugh, and he had such a wonderful, take your breath away, full of joy kind of laughter that she longed to hear again and again. She sighed. While those were happy days, they were short lived. The Empire was bearing down too hard.

Arosa remembered the poverty in the streets of Enteras, the port city and capitol of the land. It was worse outside the city, and no better up the coast in her home of Nova. The Emperor Kzurga was taking every man, weapon and speck of grain he could for wars in the North and West. The poor people were all but killing themselves in the fields and hills only to go hungry in winter. Though they lived far enough in the south to plant winter wheat as well as summer rye and barley, the climate being more like Florida, though not too different from Georgia, it was never enough for either the Emperor’s collectors or the people. They had to do something. Arosa understood that, even if it left her in a self-imposed exile. She knew they had to try.

She recalled Dunovan’s mother, Callista the cold as Arosa had come to think of her. The woman wanted nothing to do with rebellion. The others ignored her. Arosa found that odd because it was not that they distrusted the woman. When Arosa confronted her Mother-in-law, it was because of her lack of understanding. She tried to get the woman to explain herself on three separate occasions, but it was not until they found themselves unexpectedly alone, a condition that both of them had previously tried hard to avoid, that the woman opened up for the first and only time.

“I will do nothing against you all. Technically, I have no power here. It is all vested in the King, my son, your husband. But someone must be free of taint just in case this rebellion of yours should not succeed. I will not see my land under the thumb of some governor appointed by that madman, Kzurga. So tell me nothing of your plans. Tell me nothing at all. Officially, I know nothing, and what I know I must speak against. If we succeed, my words will not matter. If we fail, I may be the only hope for peace in this place. Now I must leave before we are compromised.” And she left, Arosa feeling very uncomfortable about it all.

*****

The Bell rang.

In seconds, the seventh grade geeks came in, loudly, and headed straight for the geek table. Then the boys arrived, and Lila and her friends hurried to pack their books away.

Chris and Peter sat down by Lila and Jennifer. It was a mutually acceptable arrangement of indecisiveness, partly because Lila, and especially Jennifer were both taller than the boys for the present. Nelson sat across from Ginger who ignored him very readily. “I’m coming as Max Man, with my stuffed dog Maxamillian.” Nelson was saying. They were cartoon characters.

“Figures.” Jordan said, nudging his friend as he sat, but neither he nor Morgan would look at each other. It was another unspoken, temporary agreement. At least they never looked at each other when the others were around. Meanwhile, Eddie, alias Red Rayder, sat next to Mary, alias Princess Ashanti. They spoke quietly for a minute and the others had the good sense not to interrupt, though they all listened. The result was, Eddie and Mary became a couple again. Then Lila’s mom came and shooed them out. They were supposed to go home for supper. The Halloween dance was not scheduled until six, and besides, Arosa had plans of her own.

Series: The Other Earth. Tale: Halloween Story part 3. M/F Story

August 28, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

“Morning Dad.” Arosa said as she set a bowl of oatmeal in front of Wendel Carter and kissed his balding head. She walked to the stairs. “Lila, hurry up! You’ll be late for school.”

“I don’t like oatmeal.” Wendel complained, grumpily.

“High cholesterol gets you oatmeal for breakfast.” Arosa said as she stepped back to the refrigerator to pour Lila a glass of orange juice. She paused when she realized the man was staring at her. “What?”

“Best thing I ever did, adopting you and Lila. Even if you treat me like a doddering old fool.” He smiled. Arosa thought that deserved another kiss and she planted one on his forehead this time as she set down the orange juice for Lila. She stuck her head out the back door.

“Barten!” She shouted at the apartment above the garage. She did not see Barten’s pick-up. “Dad?” She asked, turning.

Wendel was in mid bite. “Mmm.” He swallowed quickly. “Barten said he had to get some things done at the High School so he could be free to act as custodian for the Middle School party this evening. He left extra early.”

Arosa nodded, but her mind had already moved on to the next issue. She was back at the foot of the stairs. “Lila!”

“I’ll be right down, Mom.” Lila shouted back. “Sheesh!” She said to herself. She took off the blue top for the second time and put on the lavender one. Mom didn’t like the lavender one. She said it was too revealing, but Lila was thirteen and she decided she could make her own decisions. She looked at herself in the mirror, and then slipped on a sweater. Sometimes it got cool the last day in October, even in Browning, Georgia; so she justified the sweater and skipped down the stairs.

“Thirteen, going on thirty.” Arosa breathed while her daughter smiled as if she did not have a care in the world.

“All posh.” Wendel said.

“Morning Grandpa.” Lila kissed his balding spot. In many ways, including her beauty, Lila was very much like her mother, though neither would admit it. Lila sat and sipped her juice.

“The purple top?” Arosa noticed despite the sweater. Lila ignored her.

“You going out with Mister Correll tonight?” Lila asked, changing the subject.

Arosa frowned but said no more about the top. “Yes. But I’ll be back at the school before the dance is over.” She promised.

Lila looked at her Grandfather who looked back at her and grinned. “Oh, I don’t know about that guy.” Lila and her Grandfather more or less spoke together. It was the phrase Arosa was using lately whenever Lila appeared to show interest in a young man, not that Lila was really interested in anyone, yet.

Arosa looked at them with steel in her eyes. “David Correll is a nice gentleman.” She said. “Besides, I’m thirty-two, not thirteen.” She tweaked her daughter’s nose. “And I’m not exactly the young girl, lost and alone in a strange land anymore.” She added that for Wendel.

“What do I know?” Wendel stood, his oatmeal unfinished. “I just live here.” He went for his briefcase, which he had left in the living room.

“And you, young lady. Ride to school?” Arosa asked while she emptied Wendel’s dish and set it in the dishwasher.

Lila shook her head. “Ginger and Jennifer will be by any minute. We’re walking”

“All right.” Arosa said as she picked up her own briefcase and followed Wendel out the front door. “Don’t forget to lock up.” She shouted back as Lila waved and watched the two cars leave the driveway. Ginger and Jennifer came moments later, and Morgan was with them.

“Did your mom give you any answers for the science test?” Morgan asked.

“She’s the school librarian.” Lila responded with a touch of sarcasm in her voice. “Not the science guy.”

“Only Mister Gross would have a test on Halloween.” Jennifer complained.

Morgan was shrugging. “It was worth a try.”

“How about your Grandpa?” Ginger asked hopefully, but Lila just did the eye roll and shake of the head for an answer.

“Where’s Mary?” Lila asked, as if she didn’t know.

“Walking with Eddie.” Jennifer grinned and someone giggled, and they left, all talking at once so anyone would wonder how they ever heard each other. Lila forgot to lock the door, but it was a small town in the middle of Georgia.

*****

Arosa pulled up to the light with her mind in another world. Perhaps it was her comment about no longer being a stranger in this strange land that triggered it. That and her date that evening, she told herself. She was remembering her first husband, Lila’s father, not that she had any such ideas about David. She furrowed her brow as the light changed.

Prince Dunovan had been a great man. She remembered how she felt at seventeen when they stood before the Priest on her wedding day. Dunovan looked so tall so strong, and so intimidatingly handsome. She remembered turning to her mother and father, the King and Queen of Nova, but all she saw in her father’s eyes was joy and pride, and her mother was crying. Arosa imagined she might cry if Lila married.

She looked again at the Prince. “I promise my fidelity and devotion.” He said. Could she ask for more? She looked to the Queen Mother, Callista, but the woman was stoic, as always. Would Callista like her? It was important to Arosa that Callista like her, but she did not expect it given the cool way the woman had treated her up to that point. And Dunovan’s father? He had died some five years earlier. Dunovan was formally King of Truscas. Would she manage as Queen?

“Arosa.” Dunovan spoke to her softly. She did manage to look into his eyes, and she found welcome there.

“And I will respect you, my husband.” She said, but in her heart she hoped, nay, begged to be able to love him, and be loved by him. That was the one thing she wanted. But thus it had been for ages; that the noble Lord and Lady should wed in a political union, bringing all of the lands and cities of the Bellican Coast closer for a generation. Nova and Truscas would be united, now, in mutual support and succor, as the Priest called it. And she would play her part.

Arosa sniffed as she got out of her car and headed for the Middle School library. She had loved Dunovan indeed, even if it had only been for such a short time.

*****

Barten-Cur was in his pick-up, headed for the hardware store. Stall three in the first floor girl’s room needed some real work. Lady Arosa and Mister Carter had been reluctant to let him get a driver’s license at first, but he showed them. He was a better driver and more respectful of the law than half of the natives on the roads, and that was a fact.

Something came from the woods beside the road and Barten-Cur screeched to a halt. It was a man. While that would have gone by without notice under other circumstances, this one was different. Barten-Cur could not exactly place the uniform, though he guessed it was Truscan, but this man was definitely a soldier. There was no doubt about that. And the man was staring at him.

There was a honk! Someone was behind him, and the soldier turned and trotted back into the woods Barten-Cur started driving again, but he hardly knew what to think. If they were Truscan, that might be bad enough, but if they came on behalf of the Empire, there could be real trouble. Princess Arosa had to be told at once, he thought, but he shouldn’t bother her at work. He had been reprimanded for that over and over. And she had a date tonight with Mister Correll, the High School Principal, as well. It would not do to interrupt her date. No, no, Barten thought. He would have to try and catch her in between work and going out. He hoped he would remember to get to her in time. If not, what could he do? He had to look out for Lila, above all.

Tales of the Other Earth: Halloween Story 1 M/F Story

August 17, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

Wendel Carter loved puttering around the garden in the spring, setting down the mulch, planting flowers out front and vegetables in the back, fertilizing and trimming and setting out stones to keep the grass at bay; not that he grew much grass in the middle of nowhere, Georgia. Still, it was therapy. It kept him from thinking. He knew school politics were bad from his years of teaching, but he never imagined how bad they could get until he accepted the position of Superintendent of Schools for the Browning School System, sadly referred to locally as the BS Schools. That thought made him dig a little deeper.

Gardening was therapy for another reason as well. He paused long enough to wipe the sweat from his graying brow and take a long look at the empty house beside the brook. He tried not to think about it, either. He noticed that the white picket fence out front needed painting, as did the porch on the side of the house. He turned his eyes to consider the little apartment above the garage where his mother used to live before she passed. It needed work as well, but then none of that mattered. It was the emptiness of the house and the emptiness he felt inside that claimed him and drove him to seek solace among the shrubs and flowers. Sandra had been a good wife. He could not have complained on that score, and Missy, his sixteen-year-old daughter had been the beat of his heart. It still choked his throat and made tears well up into his eyes to think that the drunk, driving on the wrong side of the interstate, not only survived the wreck, but only got slapped on the wrist for killing a family – for destroying Wendel’s life and surely shredding his heart. Wendel Carter shook his head and drove his spade into the hard red clay that pretended to be soil. “That was four years ago.” He told himself. “Let it go, man.” He tried to let it go, but he still had a few tears left.

*****

Arosa stepped through the little shimmering hole in the air, holding tight to the sleeping three-year-old whose head snuggled into her shoulder The little scamp was mumbling, but not squirming too badly which was good because Arosa had to hold on to her baby with one hand while her other hand grasped the hand of her faithful retainer, Barten-Cur. The old man’s eyes were wide; fascinated with the prospect of the completely new and unknown world they were entering. He noticed it was three hours before dawn in both places and Arosa knew there was not much to be seen in the dark, but she could not help smiling for the child-like innocence and wonder shown on the face of her retainer; because Barten-Cur’s fascination was truly that of a child, and in that respect he was much like Lila, her sleeping baby. Her father used to say that the man was as loyal as a hunting dog, and almost as smart. Still, he was a powerful man of magic. It had taken both of them and some considerable sweat to open the hole between the worlds.

“My Lady.” Barten-Cur spoke softly as if afraid to disturb the child, or perhaps afraid to make their presence known in this new world of wonder. “You must let me look around first. There is no telling what may be lurking in the shadows. There may be dragons or wolves or mandibar, or even dragons!”

Arosa smiled again. “Look here,” she said, letting go of his hand to place hers on Lila’s back, to comfort the sleeping, dreaming child. They watched the hole they had made slowly close. Soon, it was hardly bigger than a child’s ball, and then a woman’s ring and at last it completely disappeared. “We go together.” Arosa told her manservant. “But you may keep your blade ready just in case.”

Barten-Cur grinned with what teeth he had. He was not usually permitted to carry sharp weapons. Arosa, meanwhile, was straining her other senses as well as she could. To be sure, she was very tired from the ordeal of opening the hole between the worlds, but she was fairly sure she could smell manure, and it smelled like ordinary enough cows. There was a stream nearby, and she imagined they might do worse than following it.

“This is farm country, my Lady.” Barten-Cur confirmed; but Arosa was not sure if that was a good thing. On the one hand, the closeness of people spoke against the nearness of wolves or other predators, but then men could be the worst predators of all when they wanted to be. She imagined they would find out soon enough if these people were friendly to strangers, or not.

Ghosts part 17-END M/F Story

August 14, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

Series: Strange Tales Story: Ghosts by M Kizzia part 17 END

Mya was the first to arrive back at the scene of the accident. She ran the whole way and was not tired in the least. She never ran in her life before, her foot being the way it was. Now, maybe she was making up for lost time, or at least she never before had such a reason to run, and she grinned at her own thoughts.

She stopped just before she got to the gate and noticed something she had not expected. The young man and the suicide bomber were sitting side by side on the curb, talking quietly. She could not hear what they were saying, and she did not intrude, knowing that would be rude, so she did what she could. She said a little prayer that somehow they might find a way out of the pit they had thrown themselves into – that they might find a solution to the mess they had made of their lives. Her heart went out to them, but she could do no more.

Mya looked down and saw that her high heels had become flats, and she was grateful, knowing that she was going to have to climb up the grassy knoll that held the park bench. She stepped up to the gate and smiled. It was not that long ago she would have had to stand on tip-toes, and even then it would have been hard to open that big, heavy iron gate. Now, she simply reached out, and it was an easy thing to do. As she stepped on to the grass, she was filled with joy and gently closed the gate tight behind her.

She noticed right away that the park bench was taken. The minister was there with his newspaper neatly folded beside him, and she almost clapped to see the burly man beside him. The man’s arm looked fully restored, and most of his face was whole as well. “Thank you, thank you.” She lifted that prayer as well. Clearly, the minister still had some work to do, and just maybe he could add another name to that book of his in heaven. She thought it was good that everyone had someone, and she had Nathan, except right at the moment, she did not have him. She nearly doubled up for want of him, and she cried out.

“Nathan!” When she heard no response she almost collapsed. She screamed, “Nathan!” It was as loud as she could, and then she heard an answering call.

“Mya! Mya!” He had come in the other gate and he was running to her. He was running! Mya jumped and started to run as well, but she did not get far before they were wrapped up in each other’s arms and he was kissing her everywhere on her face, on her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, ears, on the tip of her little nose, and he did not neglect her lips, and she kissed him right back before she finally pressed her head into his chest and shoulder. They were crying, but there were no more sad tears left in them. These were tears of pure joy. They had found each other and they held each other so tight it was almost as if they were trying to absorb each other into the depths of their souls.

“I am so happy. I am so happy.” Mya kept repeating her words into his chest, and he also kept repeating the same phrase.

“I love you. I love you.” He said.

After a while, Nathan took a step back in order to look into Mya’s eyes where there was no hiding that special smile than showed everywhere on her face. Nathan returned her smile as they wrapped up in each other’s arms and kissed for a very, very long time. When the earth began to tremble beneath their feet, they thought it was only a result of what they were feeling. When that trembling increased, though, they thought they had better look. There was a hole opening up on the green between this world and someplace else, and they separated to stand side by side and watch in wonder, though they never quit holding hands.

Neither knew where that other place might be, though they both knew very well. All they could see was a brilliant light, pure and holy so it made them tremble, but warm and inviting so they knew they were welcome. As usual, Mya was the first to speak.

“Perpetual light.” She named it, but it sounded like a question so Nathan responded.

“It is.”

“Do you know how much I love you?” Mya asked.

“I do. And how much I love you?”

“I do.” Mya and Nathan squeezed each other’s hands. “But I was thinking, now that I know what love is, do you know how much I love the one who first loved us?”

“Exactly.” Nathan affirmed her feelings and confirmed his own. “With all your mind and all your heart and all your soul and all your strength.”

“That is the first commandment.” Mya said, looking up at Nathan once more, seeking his assurance, just in case.

He nodded for her and that brought out her most radiant smile, and they turned and walked into that perpetual light, side by side and hand in hand, forever.

Ghosts part 16 M/F Story

August 10, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

Series: Strange Tales Story: Ghosts by M Kizzia part 16

Nathan found himself in a funeral home. He did not have to guess what was going on nor for whom the festivities were. Since Nathan was cremated, there was no need for a graveside ceremony. He listened from the door as the minister up front droned on in the funeral service. The man talked about the love of God, but he hardly understood what he was talking about. Still, he did get one thing right: that God loves us and he is merciful and giving, and right then and there Nathan changed his tune from accusing God of setting him up to thanking God for Mya. He felt he could hardly thank God enough.

This man also talked of perpetual light. Nathan could vouch for the light. He saw the angel and the old woman who knew all about loving God. Nathan knew that love was the key. He remembered the phrase about faith, hope and love, and the greatest of these is love, he thought to himself. And again, he knew that was true.

After the formal service there was a receiving line where everyone who attended, most of whom were church members or childhood friends of Stephen or Susan, could pay their condolences. Nathan got in the back of the line and he thought of everything he wanted to say.

He never knew what love really was until he met Mya. His mother was bitter from her childhood days in the war. His wife found him convenient for a time, and he thought he loved her, but now he realized he really did not. He was just grabbing at what he saw as a kind face that would feed back to him what he needed to hear. When she realized he was never going to be president of the company, she dumped him. But for a minister? Well. He shrugged it off.

He thought he should apologize to Lisa. He never told his daughter about love. He never taught her because it was something he did not understand himself. That was a terribly sad thing both for him and his daughter, but he supposed it could not be helped. Even sadder was watching her perpetuate the cycle of the lack of love. She drove her husband away, scum that he was. Nathan had no doubts about that. And then she proceeded to pass the same dysfunction on to her two children.

Susan was just like her mother, getting harder and crustier every day. Her two perfect children were perfect because they did not dare step out of line. Yet Nathan had learned something about human nature in the last day or two. Human nature was very resilient. God made it so. Nathan imagined in the years to come one or both of those children would become true rebels. He only hoped and sent up a little prayer that it would not be the self-destructive kind of rebellion that lead to everyone’s heartbreak and an early grave. He hoped something good might come out of it, like a new view of life and a real chance at love.

Stephen, on the other hand, had married a wonderful girl. It was too bad he was such a pin head. He was going to lose her, Nathan had no doubt, and with her his great-grand. She was the only child of his issue that maybe had a chance for real life. God, how he wished he could be there to watch her and help her grow along the way. He wished he could be there now since now he knew what love was.

The line shuffled forward slowly and Nathan came to realize there were more people there than he imagined there would be. He had supposed that it would be a very small affair. Most of his old friends were already dead; well, just about all of them, and the few survivors were in far away places, mostly below the Mason Dixon line in retirement communities or nursing homes.

Nathan jumped, just because he could. He was twenty-something years old and he was so glad he would never see the inside of one of those nursing homes. Maybe that suicide bomber did him a favor, and he grinned and thanked God again for yet another thing. He felt the love of God very strongly at that moment, and he loved God right back just as strongly as he could. God is good. He kept thinking that, and he wondered if that was something he could tell Lisa.

Lisa, I am all right. God is good. Don’t worry about me. I have met the most wonderful girl, make that woman, and I am going to be with her, God willing, and happy forever. To be sure, God gave her to me and she is everything I ever dreamed of. She is twenty-something, but so am I now; but you know, even if she were seven, I think I would become seven just so I could be with her.

He paused. With that thought, he watched the last of his reluctance slip away. It did not matter if they were both seven or both eighty-four. He just loved her. He just wanted to be with her, and she wanted to be with him, and that was that.

Lisa, I know I will be very happy; and he did know it. I pray that you will be happy, too. He could only pray for his daughter.

Then Nathan hit on a thought. It was not the goodness of God that was Lisa’s problem. It was her trust. It was her inability to trust God or anyone else for that matter. It was her incessant need to be in control, to never let anything be out of control, to be in charge to be sure things stayed in control, the way that she wanted them to be.

Lisa, he wanted to say, there is so much in life, in this world that we cannot understand when we are in the middle of it. There is so much we cannot control, my own demise being exhibit “A.” You can’t be in charge of death, or the weather, or of the way other people think and feel. At some point you just have to let go and let God, as the Baptists say. At some point you just have to trust in a God that is even greater than I can imagine, and I am standing on the cusp of running into him. At some point, and honestly it is at all points in life, you can only do so much and then you have to trust God to work things out; and, you know? If you will just give God a chance to be in charge, if you will just let God be in control, you may be surprised, like me, when he works things out in a way that is more wonderful and incredible than you can ever dream or imagine. Please, Lisa, just give God a chance.

Nathan thought all of these things and more, but then he came to stand before his daughter. He was flabbergasted when she reached out and shook his hand. She squinted at him for a moment as if trying to place him and even asked, “Do I know you?”

Nathan startled her by kissing her on the cheek. “Just in this.” He said. “That God loves you and wants the best for you if you will let him give it to you, and your father loves you, too, and he will always love you even if he never told you so.” Then he rushed down the line without speaking to anyone else until he came to Stephen’s daughter, little Emily. He kissed her smack on the forehead. “Be good and live a good life.” He told her. “And always remember that God loves you and your great-grandfather loves you too.”

“Grandpa Nathan?” Little Emily looked up at him and he winked and ran out of there as fast as he could. He knew where Mya would be and he did not want to be late.

Ghosts part 15 M/F Story

August 7, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

Series: Strange Tales Story: Ghosts by M Kizzia part 15

As the mist faded, Mya felt utterly lost and alone. The fact that she found herself in a graveyard did not help one bit. When she looked down, though, she saw it was the grave of her grandfather. There was a space beside him for her grandmother when she died, but Mya knew Grandma was still alive because so far the space was untouched. So why am I here? She asked herself. She could not see anyone around. It was a slow walk in those heels to get to the top of the little hill, but she made it without mishap and there she looked all around and saw that she was not far from a canopy tent. There were chairs set up there, and a little grave with the coffin waiting to be lowered to its final resting place. Mya knew whose grave it was before she saw the stone that would be set up. It was her own, and she tried to cry. She felt she should cry for herself, but she could not cry. She was much too happy about Nathan.

Nathan! That thought ran through her head like a shot. She had to get back to him, but just then cars began to pull up on the narrow, one-way gravel drive. People were getting out and coming to the graveside. Mya recognized a couple of her childhood friends, her best friends, her only friends. As a child with a crippled foot, she did not have many friends, and that almost did bring a tear to her eye.

Then she saw her mother and she ran to her, almost stumbling once because of the heels. That caused her to think before acting, and in the end she decided to accompany her mother from a little distance and again she nearly cried because she wanted a hug so badly.

She stood a step back and watched the others come. Her relatives sat in the chairs. The others stood, making nearly a full circle around her little grave. Then the priest came and he talked about the love of God. She knew that was true, absolutely, and she lifted up her heart to the almighty in thanksgiving for Nathan, and she realized then what Nathan had already figured out in the bathroom; that this whole thing was a set-up from the beginning. That God knew all along that she and Nathan belonged together, but they never would have met if she had not missed the school bus, and they never would have even been close unless they died.

“Thank you.” She cried out to God. “Thank you.” And she felt then and there that she truly loved God even as he loved her and she felt warm and unafraid and never alone. Still, she understood that for those gathered around the grave, these were hard words to hear. If only she could tell them. If only she could assure them of God’s love; but then she knew that they would learn some day, even as she had, and she prayed for every one of them that was sitting and standing there.

She heard the priest talk about perpetual light, and she thought of the angel who glowed so brightly she could hardly look upon him, and again she felt the love of God flow through her, and she reciprocated and loved God all the more, and then all at once she understood something she had not quite understood before.

The priest gave the benediction and Mya drew near to her mother, and she spoke, even knowing that her mother could not hear her. “Mother.” She said. “I know what love is. Mother. Do you understand? You did a wonderful job. You have nothing to be sad about. I know what love is, Mother. God is love. I am all grown up now, Mother, and God has given me the most wonderful man in the whole world to love. And I do love him, Mother, with all of my heart, but first I loved you, only I did not understand what that was.” Mya paused and reached out toward her mother’s face, but she did not touch. All the same she saw her mother turn briefly to look in her direction. “First with you, and now with Nathan, I know what love is, Mother. God is love.” And Mya watched while Sam, Mother’s friend, came up and placed his hand gently on her mother’s shoulder.

“Sam.” Mother reached up and patted that hand and then left her hand there as if not wanting him to go away. “She would have made a beautiful woman.” Mother said. “I can almost see her all grown up and all filled out.” Mother tilted her head to the side a little the way Mya did once and though she was not looking at Mya she spoke this way: “I see her in a purple sundress and lavender heels to match, and she is lovely. No, she is beautiful.”

“I am so sorry.” Sam said as Mya leaned forward and kissed her mother on the cheek. Mother paused and put her hand to her cheek and then began to weep as Sam helped her back to her feet. Mya watched while Sam escorted her to the waiting limo, and Mya finally cried for her mother. She knew her mother was only twenty-seven and Sam was not much older. She hoped and prayed that they would be good for each other and she hoped and prayed that her mother would never forget about love.

“You did I good job, Mother.” Mya repeated herself. “I know what love is.” Then the cars pulled off and Mya thought to run. She pulled her heels off to run faster because she knew where Nathan would be and she felt if she did not see him soon, she would burst for the love of him.

Ghosts part 14 M/F Story

August 3, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

Series: Strange Tales Story: Ghosts by M Kizzia part 14

When the morning came, Nathan was the first to wake. He did not think anything special and did not immediately remember the past couple of days, being in his own bed and in his own place. He did wonder, though, who this immensely comfortable female creature was that was snuggled so tight against him. He heard her let out a little sigh or sound of utter contentment and it prompted him to look down. She had the most radiant, raven hair that came back easily to his hand and that revealed a face that was absolutely stunning with high, thin brows and rosy cheeks, long dark lashes which somehow he knew covered big, beautiful brown eyes. She had a little nose and sweet little ears and wonderfully luscious thick lips, but not too thick, he thought. Then he looked further and let his hand run down her back. She was young and masterfully made, slim in all the right places and well toned, and all her curves were perfect in every way, and she had the most utterly gorgeous bumps. He sat up like a rocket. Mya opened her eyes slowly at first. Nathan hopped out of bed and grabbed the clothes he had set on the back of the chair.

“So is it that bad?” He heard Mya ask, but he had already shut himself in the bathroom and he was trying to get his racing heart to calm down. He could not help looking in the mirror. He looked to his own eyes to be about twenty-four, or anyway, not over twenty-five. He looked at the back of his hand and there were no spots or wrinkles, and not even a hint of such things. The skin was firm, but with the elasticity of youth. And he had abs, and a perfect hairless chest, and he could not help lifting his arm and making a muscle; but then all that time he was wondering if Mya would like it. He could not stop thinking about her. She was perfect. She was almost too perfect.

There was a knock on the door. “So was it that bad?” Mya asked through the doorway.

“No.” He shouted back. “It was that good.” It was too good. It frightened him, and what he was feeling frightened him even more. He was not going to be able to hold out very long. If he thought Mya was beautiful, absolutely attractive and sexy at eighteen, that could hardly describe what he thought now that she was twenty-two. Anyway, she was certainly over twenty-one. “I’ll be right out, and it was perfect, only I think we need to get dressed.” Nathan put his ear to the door for fear that he might hear her start crying again. He breathed because of the silence, and then he dressed in his slacks and polo shirt, not even realizing that the suit was gone. Then he had a thought and promptly accused God. “You knew this from the beginning. You set this up. How could you?” He did not expect an answer, but he felt now that him being eighty-four and her being seven should no longer be an obstacle. In fact, it took a second for him to remember how old he had been and how old she had been.

There was another knock. “Are you coming out?” Mya was getting impatient.

“Hold on.” He said. He looked in the mirror again. He looked twenty-four and felt twenty-four, and he was thinking like a twenty-four year old and could hardly help it considering what was waiting for him in the other room; and then he realized that he was acting like a twenty-four year old as well, locked in the bathroom, scared out of his wits by the beauty of the woman.

He opened the door. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, mercifully dressed in a purple sundress with white flowers. Mya stood right up and he saw that the dress was quite short, and she was standing in high heels. Along with everything else, he was not surprised that she had incredible legs, and those heels. He bit his lower lip and noticed she was biting hers, looking at him with big eyes filled with trepidation.

“You look spectacular.” He said in complete honesty except for thinking that the word spectacular was not good enough so he added the word, “Awesome.”

Mya reached out and grabbed him by the arm. Only his head had been sticking out the door. She pulled him all of the way into the room and said, “Wow!” and rather loudly, and she made him turn around once so she could get the full view. “That does it, I don’t care what you say. You are my boyfriend and I am your girlfriend whether you like it or not. If I so much as catch another girl looking at you I’ll poke her eyes out.” Her mouth was open that whole time and Nathan had to reach out and tap it closed.

“Scratch.” Nathan said. “Women scratch each other’s eyes out.”

“That too.” Mya said with that irresistible smile and she stepped up, right into his arms. What could he do but hold her? She certainly did not mind. He noticed that barefoot, Mya topped out at his chin, but in these heels her eyes came up to where he could kiss both eyelids without bending in the least. He did that, and watched her flush. She pulled in closer, if that was possible, and raised her lips. He met her half way, and he was thinking all sorts of terrible, wonderful thoughts when he remembered her again as a child. He broke it off and broke free, turning his back like when he turned to the sink. He knew the issue of their ages was a sham. He had no excuse there. It seemed on that score they were designed for each other, and judging by her reaction to him, he imagined on looks they were equally designed for each other, and he knew in terms of compatibility, they were also designed for each other. He was already reading how she felt about things. It was how he felt. And he understood the way she thought because that too was how he thought. Yet there was one other thing, a small thing perhaps, but very important.

“No.” He said. He was shaking his head sharply in denial. “It’s just. I can’t.” He paused because even he knew that was not true. He could so very, very easily. “I just want you to be happy, that’s all.” He did not say anything about his own feelings of inadequacy. He hurt his mother when he married a Baptist. He failed to make Mildred happy. He failed with Lisa. He hurt and failed with every woman who ever loved him, and likely ever person who loved him. He would rather die than hurt Mya. He did not say these things, but it was in his voice. When he said “I just want you to be happy,” he might as well have added, “And I don’t believe that I am able to do that.”

Mya sat on the edge of the bed and sniffed just once. “But that is all I want, too.” She responded. “I mean, I just want you to be happy.” She sounded utterly sincere before her voice took on the sound of determination. “And I feel if the only way I can make you happy is to go away, then I will go away.” She sounded sniffly again with those last words, and then Nathan heard her crying, but softly, as if she was trying to hide it.

Nathan spun around to face her. “No. Don’t do that. That isn’t what I meant.” He lifted Mya from the bed so she could stand and face him, and he held tight to both of her hands while she sniffed back the tears and looked into his eyes. “I don’t ever want you to leave me. I would die if you left.” He was serious. He was afraid to be with her, certainly in that way, but he knew he could not live without her. “Please stay.” Nathan pleaded and he almost got to his knees to say it, and then he really looked at her and he saw the slow spread of Mya’s lips until she was grinning at him like the Cheshire Cat. Nathan pulled back a little to look sternly in Mya’s eyes.

“I was hoping you would say that.” She spoke through her grin. “I really, really wanted you to say that.”

“Why you…” Nathan had to think for a second to come up with just the right word to get his revenge. “Why you woman.” He concluded and with that word, he surrendered.

Mya stepped up a little and put her arms up on his shoulders, clasping her hands around the back of his neck while he dropped his hands to her slim waist and slowly found them encircling the small of her back.

“You’re a Pinocchio, sort of.” Nathan said, now grinning as broadly as Mya. Mya laughed just a little, and it was no child’s giggle but a wonderful, warm and tender genuinely grown-up laugh. And she nodded.

And all this time they remained locked in eye contact. Then all at once the smiles vanished and Mya’s lips parted ever so slightly and they drew in to each other just as tight as they could and they kissed. Mya kissed him, not like a little girl might kiss her grandfather or even as a daughter might kiss her father, but as a woman who was absolutely and completely in love with this young man; and Nathan kissed her back like a vital young man who remembered, no, knew for certain what it was like to be on fire for the woman he loved. It was perfect, and they might have remained that way forever if not for the tug.

The lips parted first so they could look into each other’s eyes and note that they both felt some sort of tug on their backs. It came again, stronger than before, and became a steady pulling that wanted to separate them, pulling them in opposite directions, away from each other, and it was growing in strength. At first, they clung to each other and tried to hold on, but the pulling became too much to resist. They held each other by the shoulders, then the elbows, then the hands as the room around them began to fade away to be replaced by a kind of gray fog. As they grasped hands in mid air, their legs straight out behind them pulling ever so hard, struggling equally hard to hang on to each other, Nathan finally called her for the first time by name.

“Mya!” And they parted, speeding up as Mya was pulled away, and she screamed her response.

“Nathan!” and it echoed in the mist.

Gosts part 12 M/F Story

July 27, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

Series: Strange Tales Story: Ghosts by M Kizzia part 12

The symphony hall was not far away. There was a little time yet before the concert since the sun had just about set. They spent the time looking at the posters and reading about the season’s offering, and Nathan confessed that he used to have season tickets.

“I had to give it up when my ears started going.” He said. “God knows that when you get older, all of the senses start to go, one by one.”

“Can you hear me now?” Mya whispered.

“Yes I can.” Nathan whispered back, and she laughed again, and Nathan thought it was a great pleasure to hear her laugh and he wondered if she was ticklish. She was, and in short order they were both on their knees laughing as hard as any two people had ever laughed. Finally, as Nathan got hold of himself, Mya had a thought.

“Oh, but I have never heard a symphony before. Mother only listened to country music. What exactly is a symphony?”

“What is a symphony?” Nathan puffed. “What is a symphony?” He grabbed her hand, pulled her to her feet and rushed her inside. They snitched a program and ran up the stairs to the box seats, Nathan hoping that the performance was not sold out. “I used to sit here.” Nathan said, catching his breath. He was certainly under forty years old by then, but not by all that much. Mya, who was not winded at all, had to be maybe and finally an honest eighteen, maybe. They sat and Nathan explained all that he could about Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony, and then after an intermission there was going to be a waltz by Strauss and a piece by Mahler. By the time he finished, the hall was beginning to fill up and Mya began to get excited. In fact, Nathan was giving her hand a fatherly pat as if to say, just wait, when an older woman came to sit in his seat. Mya nudged him and he got up as quickly as he could, but it was not quick enough. The woman’s shoulder went right through his shoulder.

The woman paused and looked at the ceiling as if searching for the air conditioning vent. She pulled her shawl up fully around her shoulder and took the next chair over so Nathan got to sit down again. Mya was trying to hold back a laugh and Nathan was wiping his brow. “That was close.” He said to the woman, but of course, the woman heard nothing. He turned back to Mya but she hushed him. The orchestra was warming up and the lights were going down. Beethoven was wonderfully done. Nathan could not resist pointing out his favorite part in the piece, but he saw that Mya was just about moved to tears so he really did not need to say anything. When it was over, he thought that Mya applauded more than anyone, and then it was intermission.

The old woman beside them did not look like she was going to move, so Nathan politely said, “Excuse us,” even if she could not respond. Of course, their legs inevitably sent through her legs, and Mya stopped them at the curtain for a moment to watch. The woman bent down as if searching for the source of the breeze, and the she pulled her dress all the way down to cover her legs. Mya did finally giggle a little, but there was no little girl sound in it.

When they got downstairs, they found it very crowded and very difficult to get around without walking through people. Several men turned up their collars at the sudden cold, and some women adjusted their shawls and sweaters, but really, Nathan and Mya disrupted very little. Nathan felt bad, briefly, that he could not get them some of that famous watered down orange drink. They found the water fountain but Mya said that even in the hospital all she could do was wet her lips. The lights flashed and that startled Mya for a moment. She grabbed on to Nathan, but he assured her it was nothing to worry about. They went back up the stairs, more slowly than the first time, but when they arrived, even as the orchestra was beginning to warm up once more, they saw that two late arrivals were sitting in their seats.

Nathan had a thought, and without saying anything, Mya asked, “What is it?” She was beginning to know him rather well, too, and she could read the excitement etched across his face and eyes.

“Come on.” That was all he said, and they were off, running again, going down the stairs two at a time. The lights were off by the time they broke into the orchestra seating. They reached the stage as the applause for the conductor was abating. He dragged her right up on the stage, her looking more than once nervously at the crowd even if she knew the audience could not see her. By the time the first strains of the waltz began, he had her in the back corner of the stage, opposite the percussion section, where there was some room to move around.

“What is it?” Mya finally insisted.

Nathan smiled and lifted his left hand. “The waltz.” He said. “We should be dancing.”

“Oh.” Mya put her hand to her mouth. “But I’ve never danced like that before.” She almost protested.

“Then time you learned young lady. Come, come.” He insisted. She took his hand and he lifted her other hand to his shoulder while he set his hand gently on her waist. “Just do what I do.” He said, and they bumped legs. “I mean the opposite. When I step forward, you step back.”

“Oh.” Mya turned a little red and decided her only recourse was to keep looking into Nathan’s eyes. He looked into her eyes as well and waited for the right time to start, and then they waltzed. She was so unsure at first, but it was not long before she got it. The waltz was not a complicated dance. By the end of the Strauss piece, Mya was moving with delight, so gracefully and effortlessly, and Nathan was feeling a bit awkward as only a man can feel when dancing with a beautiful young woman. He stepped back at the end to look at her. Her school clothes were gone and she was dressed in a lovely gown, all pink and sparkling and a little bit low cut, he thought. He still had on his suit, but his shirt was tight and spotless, the suit looked like it just came from the dry cleaners and he was wearing a tie. He had not worn a tie in years

Then it was over and while the people were applauding, he leaned over and kissed Mya’s cheek, and she kissed his. Nathan was thinking that this was like dancing with his daughter on her wedding day. It was a dance he never got to have. She ran away when she was eighteen and when she came home she was already married. It was not that she eloped, though. She lived with the scum for two years first.

Mya was thinking something quite different. She still had to get a little on her tip-toes, though not much, and she kissed him softly right on the lips. “You could be my boyfriend.” She said.

Nathan’s eyes got big for a minute before he grabbed her hand roughly and dragged her backstage and down the hall. They went out the stage door, actually walking right through it without realizing it. She was shouting, “Let go, let go!” and tugging against his big hand. He was not speaking, but thinking terrible things. When he got her outside, he found some stacks of crates in the alley and he threw her down to sit on a crate, not hurting her, but not taking no for an answer. Then he spoke.

“Stop it.” He shook a finger in her face. “I’m eighty-four and you are just seven years old.” He knew that was a lie when he said it, but his mind was still telling him that. “I don’t mind being your grandfather. I don’t even mind being your father, but I’ll have no talk about boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“And why not?” She shot right back at him, not intimidated in the least.

“Because I’m too old for you, I mean way too old.” He shot back.

“Don’t you think that is for me to decide?”

“You can decide anything you like. I don’t care.”

“Well, I don’t care either. I don’t need you hanging around, you know.”

“Oh no? Where are you going to go?”

“I don’t know.” Mya shrugged. “What do you care?”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I don’t care either. I’m grown up and I can take care of myself. I don’t need you.” She folded her arms, turned her head and stubbornly refused to look at him. Nathan paused. He just realized something he had overlooked.

“But I need you.” He said. “Your insight and willingness to go through all of this no matter what is the only thing that has kept me going.”

“Really?” Mya asked, turning back to face him, her eyes growing terribly wide with surprise.

“Really.” Nathan confirmed, and he lowered his eyes, unwilling to look into hers.

Mya got up and put her hands on his arms, not hugging him exactly, but inviting a hug. He responded by squeezing the breath out of her, and she found a few tears. “But don’t you know?” She said. “You saved my life.”

“I tried to.” He answered, suggesting that he failed.

“No, I mean really. I thought you were nice from the very beginning, and I was right. I was wonderfully right. Don’t you know you are the most wonderful man in the whole world?”

“Hardly.” He said, looking once again into her eyes and loving her smile.

A voice came from overhead where there were likely some apartments, though they could not see a speaker in the dark. “Hey, buddy! Could you keep it down?”

Another voice joined the chorus. “Take her home and screw her brains out, you’ll both feel better in the morning.”

“Come on.” Nathan said and Mya was right with him. That last was certainly a line he was not going to cross, but the taking her home bit made some sense. His condo was not all that far away, and they walked hand in hand, but both were quiet. Neither was willing to bring up the boyfriend-girlfriend thing again; but in Mya’s heart, that was the way it already was, and Nathan kept telling himself it could never be that way.

Ghosts part 11 M/F Story

July 24, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

Series: Strange Tales Story: Ghosts by M Kizzia part 11

After that experience, neither felt any desire or need to return again to the scene of the accident – the name they finally settled on calling it. Nathan decided that they needed something good to do, so he led them to a nearby garden which he knew and which always seemed to have something in bloom, and certainly at that time of year promised plenty.

While they walked, Mya found a question that started with her short summary of recent events. “So, the suicide bomber thought he would go straight to paradise, but he didn’t. That young man thought God owed him tons of good, but nothing happened there. The minster refused to believe that he was not already perfect, though he was still stuck on a park bench, and the burly man refused to believe in anything at all, even if his own experience proved the opposite of what he was saying. I don’t get it? Why don’t they just say, I was wrong and get on with it?”

Nathan looked at Mya and slipped his arm over her shoulder. She responded by placing hers around his waist. She was looking up at him like a girl might look up to her father to explain the hard bumps and curves of life in a way that she could understand.

“I have made plenty of mistakes in my time, and I have generally admitted them, but for most people these days that is not how the world works.” Nathan began. He paused for a moment while he remembered a story. “There was a woman in church way back when Mildred and I were going. I remember whenever the preacher started talking about sin; she would arch her back and give him terrible stares. I heard her once going out the door in front of us. Even as she was shaking the preacher’s hand she said, “Some of us don’t think of ourselves as sinners.”

“But that’s crazy.” Mya said.

“But she was absolutely sincere. You see, the world has become a very hard and fast place. If you admit doing something wrong, and especially if you apologize and say you are sorry, most people see that as a weakness, as something they can hold over your head and manipulate you with. Consequently, most people will never admit a mistake even if they know better, and they will never, ever say they are sorry. Do you follow what I’m saying?”

“Yes.” Mya said. “You are telling me the whole world has gone crazy.”

“Maybe the world is crazy.” He would not object to that description. “But it gets really bad when you think that no one can ever start over. You see, when you admit the wrong and apologize, you get over it and it gives you the chance to try something else, something different or new; but if you never admit that you were wrong, you get stuck. It’s kind of like telling a lie, and then trying to cover it up with another lie, and then another. If you don’t confess, you never get over it. It just gets worse and worse.” Then Nathan added another thought. “I think the whole problem with every one of those men is they are unwilling to admit that they were wrong.”

“What about you?” Mya asked.

Nathan leaned over and rubbed his knuckles gently, lovingly really on the top of her head. He spoke instantly. “Sorry. That was wrong of me.”

Mya pinched him in the roll he still had around his stomach, causing him to yelp. “That might have been wrong of me.’ Mya grinned. “But I’m not sorry.”

Nathan grinned right back at her.

When they arrived at the garden, Nathan was not disappointed. It was as beautiful as he remembered.

“It’s lovely.” Mya remarked. “So charming and quaint.” She was trying out the words, and then she tried something else. She got on her tip toes, steadying herself with a hand on Nathan’s arm, and she kissed Nathan right on the cheek. She smiled as she stared at him with true love and affection in her eyes. No one would have ever guessed that a day ago they were complete strangers.

Nathan coughed to bring her back to the flowers. He also took her to a bench where they sat and drew in the myriad of scents. Mya kept saying how beautiful everything was, and she got up a couple of times to take a closer look when she saw a more distant flower with a new color. Nathan could hardly bring himself to move at all. He was amazed at being able to catch all of the aromas, which were indeed beautiful, and he found he could even pull out the scent of one or more flowers independently from all the rest. Poor Nathan could hardly smell anything after the age of seventy-five or so. Now, the return of this most vital sense was positively overwhelming him with pleasure.

He was startled out of his reverie when he heard Mya let out a little shriek. He bolted to her side, his first run in more than twenty years, but he found her delighted, indeed, enchanted and not in danger as he feared.

“Look.” Mya pointed, and there was a kind of light fluttering around one of the flowers. Nathan looked again, and he noticed that there were several lights in that corner of the garden. Then he looked closer, giving his new, wonderful eyes their first real workout, and he saw a little human-like figure with wings, a figure no bigger than a hummingbird hovering over a rose. He noticed, because the light was right then noticing him.

“Fairies.” Mya named them and she clasped her hands together in pure delight. Obviously her seven-year-old world view had no trouble accepting such things. But that was not fair, Nathan thought, because she was clearly now more like seventeen, and he knew it.

One part of Nathan’s mind tried to say that fairies were impossible, but it was another piece of his mind that parted the silence of his lips. “I knew it.” He said. “I always knew this universe was not the way I was taught.” Mya looked curious, so he explained. “Like the burly man.” He said. “We were all taught that this earth was no more than dead matter and energy, that our minds, our consciousnesses were merely an accident of nature.” Mya was shaking her head as if that did not make any sense, especially in light of their experience. “But somehow, deep inside, I always knew the universe was alive, everywhere. I bet there are all sorts of things in the real world about which the living with their closed matter and energy minds have no idea.” He concluded and Mya nodded as if to say that now she understood.

The fairy flew up to Mya’s face and then Nathan’s face, and finally began to fly around them in a circle of streaming pink light. Other fairies were attracted to this and joined in adding golden, lavender and pale blue lights to the mix. Round and round they went, faster and faster so that Mya and Nathan could not keep up and began to get dizzy. The two humans drew closer to each other, and eventually held on tight, getting as close as they could lest they inadvertently bump one of the speeding fairies that they could no longer distinguish from the light. Then the circles of light began to rise and for a second, Mya and Nathan thought they were going to rise with it; but as soon as the circles got above their heads, they began to contract in size, becoming smaller and smaller circles until it came to a point and the light and the fairies vanished altogether.

Mya clapped her hands and nearly squealed with delight. If she had been younger, like closer to actually being seven, she probably could not have resisted making the sound. Nathan stood with his mouth open in wonder. It was the most glorious sight he had ever seen! Then he remembered the angel and said to himself, the second most glorious.

Nathan started to let go of Mya, though he felt very comfortable holding her in that way. Mya also did not seem to want to let go, but they did, and Nathan had a terrific thought. He held out his hand, palm up as he spoke.

“Would my lady care to attend the symphony with me this evening?”

“Yes.” Mya said a bit loud and much too quickly. “A date?” She asked.

Nathan shrugged off the implication even if he could not stop smiling. “No, no,” he said. “You are supposed to say, “Yes, My Lord. I would be delighted.” And then you put your hand, palm on my palm, and give a little curtsey while I bow.

Mya laughed briefly at the idea, and it was no little girl giggle. She offered her hand and spoke as requested, and then Nathan drew her in to hold his arm again, noting that she was now as tall as his shoulder, and then just a little bit more.

Ghosts part 10 M/F Story

July 21, 2009M G Kizzia Leave a comment

Series: Strange Tales Story: Ghosts by M Kizzia part 10

There was a second gate that let out of the fenced area down closer to the actual scene of the accident. Nathan was reluctant to lead them past the angry young man again, though he added that man and the minister to his prayer list, even if that list was growing rather long. He knew the angel only asked him to pray for the terrorist, the young suicide, and he was tempted not to worry about the others, but he also knew that Mya’s prayer list was very long and that she was praying regularly, if not continually for them all. He could only imagine her asking God to love and help others in a completely kind hearted, loving and selfless way, and he thought that perhaps that was another lesson the grown-up world could learn from the young.

They saw the man as soon as they got through the gate. He was pacing back and forth on the edge of the street. Nathan had no trouble identifying the man as the big, burly fellow who moved up at the last to sit behind him. “What is it, friend?” He asked without hesitation, feeling very gregarious with Mya so close beside him.

The man turned to face them and Mya gasped and buried her face in Nathan’s side. The man was missing the side of his face, down to the bone and including his eye. His right hand was missing almost up to the elbow, and the stump was a bloody mess that looked to be festering. He recognized them right away, too, though his vision of them seemed a little skewed through that one good eye. “The old man and the little kid. What are you, a hundred and something? And Kid, you must be, what, four or five?”

“I’m eighteen.” Mya picked an age, though she probably was not that old yet. “And he isn’t a day over forty, though he probably was.” She brushed Nathan’s hair again behind his ears and this time he did not mind at all.

The big, burly man stared at them for a moment and Nathan prepared to run and drag Mya after him if necessary. He was a bit surprised that the man did not respond to her teenaged flippancy with anger. Instead he looked up and threw out his good hand. “What is wrong with everybody?” He shouted to the sky. “So just tell me this. When is the ambulance going to get here? I could die before they show up.”

Mya and Nathan looked at each other with the most curious expressions. It was Mya who spoke. “But we are already dead.”

The man frowned as far as they could tell from what lips were left. “Don’t be stupid. We can’t already be dead.”

A woman took that moment to come by on the sidewalk. The burly man jumped out in front of her and began screaming. He raised his arms, including his stump and yelled. “Would you get me a fucking ambulance!” Mya and Nathan were repulsed by the man’s anger, but not as shocked as they were by the woman’s response. She screamed, making Mya burry her face again a bit deeper to prevent her own scream. And then the woman shrieked something about a ghost and she hurried off back the way she came. It was the woman’s terror that Nathan and Mya felt most of all, and as strongly as they felt the cruelty in the woman with the puppy. Nathan was suddenly glad that they had not spent much time around many living people since the accident, and it reminded him once again that he and Mya had become very sensitive to the disposition of the souls of the living.

“Damn selfish bitch.” The burly man was saying. “Can’t she see that I need help?”

“Why not?” Mya looked up again, now that the feeling of fear had passed, and she was genuinely confused. “I mean, we are already dead. Why can’t we be dead?”

“Eh?” They had the man’s attention again.

“You said we can’t possibly be dead.” Nathan reminded the man.

“Because missy.” He spoke to Mya. “If we were dead we would no longer exist.”

“Not if there is a God.” Mya said forthrightly.

“Maybe the spirit can survive after death.” Nathan tried to add his own thoughts but stopped when the burly man’s frown deepened and a little piece of lip fell to the ground. This caused Mya to hide her eyes a third time.

“Don’t give me that God crap and all that spiritual mumbo-jumbo. That’s all just so much shit and you know it.”

“No. I know the spirit can live after death.” Nathan was completely certain about that, obviously, and his words reflected his certainty.

“ If you believe that, you’re an idiot.” The man walked to the back of a parked car. “Look, I know what is real and what isn’t. It’s like this car is real.” He pounded on the hood, and though in fact he was putting his hand right through the hood, there was no doubt that he thought he was pounding on it. “Science tells me what is real, and that is good enough. If you want to believe in some fairy tale, that’s your business, but I’ll say you are an idiot.”

“But maybe there are some things science doesn’t know.” Nathan suggested.

“I’m sure that is true.” The burly man responded. “But when they figure it out I am also sure it will be as solid and real as this car.” He made to pound on it again and went through it again.

“But please.” Mya could not stand listening to the pain in the man’s voice. “We all died yesterday. The accident was a whole day ago.”

“Yes.” Nathan took up the cause. “If you were bleeding for a whole day, you would be dead by now, except you are already dead.”

“What are you talking about? Did that concussion rattle your brains? That kid only blew up ten, not five minutes ago.” He went as if to look at a watch, but that part of his arm was missing.

“But.” Mya was not for giving up, but the burly man was not going to listen.

“Look. I don’t want to hear about your God. I don’t want anything to do with a God because there is no such thing. I don’t want some freakin’ fairy tale hanging over my shoulder telling me what I can and cannot do. I am my own man, the captain of my soul and master of my fate or whatever. And even if there is a God, I don’t want anything to do with it. A pox on your moronic God. He should leave me alone forever and I’ll do just fine without him, and when I die, and when you die, I am sure we will all just blend back into the universe and cease to exist.”

Nathan was concerned for the vehemence and seriousness of the man. He thought it best if they did not tempt him any further, but Mya was still not giving up.

“But.” She tried again, but the man’s shout cut her off.

“Screw your God. He can leave me alone, forever!” He said, and suddenly he began to sparkle like the old woman sparkled, except his sparkles were pitch black, of a kind that swallowed all of the light rather than giving light. It started out in small spots, but as it spread, the spots began to join with others and became black blotches all over him. The man screamed. Nathan heard, “Not that. I never knew. Not alone.” Or Nathan thought he heard those words. Mostly he just heard screams. Mya had her face pressed into Nathan’s chest and she was crying her eyes out. Nathan was frightened half out of his mind, but he could not tear his eyes away to save his sanity. Then it was over. The man was gone and only a black wisp like smoke remained.

Then Nathan heard a voice come from the smoke that frightened the other half of his mind. “Would you like to join him?” The voice asked. “It will be very easy. Curse God and die.” Nathan nearly lost his wits completely on hearing that, but Mya was dragging him to his knees by then and he wrenched his eyes from the black wisp to see her kneeling and watch her clasp her hands in the classic position of a child at prayer. Her eyes were shut tight, too, and Nathan thought that was a good idea. Nathan squeezed his eyes shut and felt his mind and his heart go out to the God of Gods. “Please, please.” That was all he could think at first. “Let there be light.” That came to him. “The darkness can’t stand against the light.” And slowly he regained his wits. “God, give that man another chance, just a little more time to see the light, and please send a better messenger than me. Please, please God, please. The man can’t hear me. I tried. I tried.” After another moment he opened his eyes, and he saw that there was an actual light shining over his shoulder. He knew, without looking, that it was the angel, and the wisp of darkness stood no chance at all. When Mya opened her eyes, she saw the man sitting on the curb, gasping for air. With that done, Mya took Nathan’s hand and quickly led him away.

“We have so many to pray for.” Mya remarked. Nathan agreed and he lifted up a prayer then and there for the suicide bomber. He was told to pray for the man but thus far he had not actually prayed a bit. He had just said he would like he always did when he was alive. Then he added a prayer for the angry young man, and one for the minister, and another one for the business man and the hungry man from the hospital. Then he started on his daughter and eventually worked his way through everyone he could think of. He did not pay much attention to where he was going, but trusted Mya implicitly to lead him carefully down the street.