Mairi woke and seeing Em asked, "Where is Trev?"
Em, seeing Mairi awake heard the question as one hears the distant surf. "Gone."
"Gone?" repeated Mairi, her voice not much more than a whisper.
"Gone as in not coming back gone," said Em, her tone numb, her gaze somewhere else.
Mairi stared at Em, part crestfallen, part disbelieving.
Em continued. "Not your fault. Not mine either. The boy has issues."
"What happened?"
"I confronted him on a few, let us say, inconsistencies. Of course, he didn't quite see it that way."
"Em?"
"What?"
"Why is your nose bleeding?"
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Several months earlier . . .
"Polaris?"
"Yes, Polaris."
"Punishment or reward. I mean of all the forsaken places, not that I'm complaining, I hear its beautiful, but--"
"History is made in the forsaken places. Count your blessings for the opportunity."
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A few days before . . .
"Sir, the update you requested."
The Hood looked over the slate, the data drawing him from seat to stand. "Polaris! They went to Polaris?!
9 comments:
You surely do know how to elevate suspense. A milder form than your famed cliffhangers, these morsels of data as they increase, increase hunger for still more. Questions surge forth, with Em's nosebleed to follow Kyra's hospitalization the cause and in how far it has to do with The Hood, and if this be one and the same person as was in communication with John, frankly and with great skill for all you have told in these last couple of chapters, what you have actually done is suggest at the extent of which there is still left to tell. Side note: Polaris, the name, I like. Trev, inconsistencies, what are these to do with, springing forth, very naughtily, from the moment where Em tells Trev that she has something to say and to this moment after, wickedly depriving us of knowing what it is. Sometimes that is good, this time it is good, naughty, wicked, good, but gosh, I really, really wanna know. :-D Not least for all that they have been through, the times where they have been so close to coming apart, where Em's heart, open, strong, loving, has drawn them together again, and so for whatever has caused him to leave, apparently not to return, at least not as things were, and it being something that she has confronted him with, well, suffice to say as has been said, curiosity reigns. The tone of her words The boy has issues could of course be in reaction to Mairi so to speak, in that she is the one asking, in that Em is the one having to answer, inform, but it could also be solely, partly, as it sounds, a reaching of limits, the sending of the ball so to speak into his corner, to let him find the way back to them this time. Nicely styled, very much enjoying, for it is ongoing, reading this chapter.
Sunshine, as we will see in a chapter coming soon, not everything is as it seems and not everything is as black and white as Em is seeing it at the moment. Memory is a fickle thing. Until about a year ago, I felt I had the memory of an elephant. Now, and I don't know why, my memory is not what it once was and I feel almost as if the hard drive of my mind is full and what is now added is writing over something already there. I find this very interesting for a number of reasons. First, it parallels, a couple years later, how I've felt about my house and what I own--which is to say, I'm full, I don't need more stuff. But I also find it interesting as I'm observing the aging process and I see the mind in step with the body--just getting older and not working quite like it did before. Of real interest here, besides why, is that I had always considered my memory a curse. Now, lack thereof, almost a blessing. I seem not to harbor hurts like I once did and almost have to be reminded that I should feel pain. I also find it much easier to forgive and much easier to live in the moment, to take life as it happens for imagine this, if you could remember nothing, think how that might change how you approach the day. In other words, what if all there was was just this moment? What if you could take nothing with you? I'm speaking of memories. How would you approach the day differently? I have my own answers. Perhaps they will play out in the story. For now, poor Trev has a different memory problem. Stay tuned. :-)
As always, your wonderful comments are appreciated more than I know how to say. Thank you.
I love what you did with Mari and Em. I never would have thought of that - brilliant. And boy, does it open things up 'the boy has issues" and their feelings, and then how they might bond instead of fight... Cool beans, Tree :)
p.s. about your commetn to a.s. - to not harbor hurts like you once did is a blessing indeed.
Aging brings weird but good things with it... the understanding about your house and things in it, the awareness of your body changing, memory its power or loss of...etc...
((hugs))
p.s.s.s I feel really indaequate because AS always says these brilliant and insightful things - and I love you work and mostly all I can say is wow and you made me feel, which doesn't hold a candle to her eloquence. So... I hope that the thought counts in my case even if the expression is nowhere near as precise. Embarrassed,
LA.
Annie, no need to be embarrassed. I think your comments are lovely and I cherish them as much as any others. Ms Storm, and I feel safe in saying this, is simply in a league of her own with Story Fandom. Sometimes I think she knows more about the story than I do. I wouldn't even try and compare my own comments to hers. And you know what they say about variety and spice and life and all that. In other words, I love your comments. :-)
As for aging, it seems to be happening all at once. And, quite frankly, I'm enjoying it. I have writing and music in my life in ways I never did before. I have some of the most wonderful online relationships and my children are finding their way in the world. Life is good and when I do complain, I smile at my own pettiness.
Blessings to you Annie. :-)
Snippets of memories. That is how they come, In flashbacks...
To say that the mind is aging would be an understatement. The mind only matures! Forgetfulness is not a loss, it is a gain. it is like letting go of the past, & also memories that you do not need, to keep your mind burdened with. & once the mind is empty, it is always fresh to receive newer ways & things. New views & way of looking at things...
Mona, I do love the way you think. You write pretty good too. :-)
The comments on this chapter are so good! I echo Annie on comment #1 and 2, and all of her Psss's. I wouldn't have foreseen Em and Mari both being left and being together. It will be interesting to see how this developes.
And the HOOD! I just knew we would be hearing from him!
Jen
Jen, you make me smile. Expressing personality with comments is sometimes a hard thing to do, but you have a gift. Thank you. :-)
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