Painting by Leonid Afremov (Pinterest)
Miranda was waiting. Waiting and wondering. Looking at the water below and admiring the myriad of colors mirrored back at her. She had already paced back and forth on the bridge for a little while and now she was taking a rest as she continued to wait.
Patience was never a strength of hers, so this was hard, but yet as eager as she was for the time to come, nervousness was also overcoming her as she waited. She rested her hands on the bridge in an attempt to stop them from shaking.
The chill in the air brushed over her as she slightly shook. She stared once more at the water as the ripples kept moving. She closed her eyes in an effort to go back in time and try to see her face. The face of the one she would soon meet. The face of the one who had always been in her heart, even though they had been torn apart.
It had been years, so she knew her face wouldn’t be the same, but she never would forget the way her big innocent amber eyes had gazed at her.Β The connection that she had instantly felt when her little one had been placed in her arms.
She glanced again at her watch, any minute now and she would be here. Her heart started fluttering inside of her as she remembered when she had heard her little one’s heartbeat for the very first time.
Emotion started to well up inside her, could she do this?
Taking a deep breath of courage she told herself she could. They had agreed to meet on the bridge and Miranda strongly hoped that perhaps this could be the beginning of them trying to bridge the gap that the years had made.
She breathed a prayer as some tears rolled down her cheek.
As she stared at the rippling waters below, she heard a step behind her. Her heart was now pounding such that she thought it could be heard for miles. She looked a her white knuckles as she gripped the wooden rail. Her mouth became very dry, and then she heard “Hello?”
She turned around and a young boy, probably only around 11 years old and dressed in a school uniform, stood staring at her.
“Are you alright miss?” he softly asked.
“Yes thank you,” said Miranda, “but why do you ask?”
“Well miss. I was down by the river, just beneath this bridge, when I looked up and saw that you were crying. Are you really alright miss?”
Miranda looked at him and smiled.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Thomas miss. My name is Thomas.”
“Well Thomas,” she said, “thank you so much for caring but really … I am fine. I am just expecting to meet somebody very special here on this bridge, and very soon.”
“Will it be a happy meeting?” asked Thomas.
“Yes.” said Miranda. “It will be a happy meeting.
“Okay … bye!” said Thomas.
Miranda watched up step off the bridge, probably on his way home and wondered how he would have reacted if she had told him the truth.
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Wow! You weaved your magic again. Thanks Colin!
Your last sentence tugs at the heart!
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There is one thing though. Witb your ending you have me asking questions. What does she mean about “telling the truth” the truth that she will be meeting her child or is there more to the truth, something that may make it not a happy meeting?
And I am laughing, for how is it that I am asking questions about my own story. LOL!
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Yes really! It is your story after all! π
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Ha Ha! I have the feeling that I am going to be left to wonder about “my story”! π
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Wondering can be a good thing, and life does offer surprising challenges at times doesn’t it! π
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YES! π
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beautiful π
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Thanks Jodi, did you read Colin’s addition to it? π
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I had not until you said. Just read. Confused on the last sentence. Lol. Maybe me?
βMiranda watched up step off the bridge, β….
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Not just you. π
I said Awh…at how it ended cause it struck a chord in me and then I was like but wait….now I have questions! LOL!
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Hi Jodi …. just a typo. Should read “Miranda watched him step off the bridge…”
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Lovely, both the first and the continuation. π
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it. Colin is good with surprising me with his magic touch at times! π
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I suspect Miranda is in love with an alligator.
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LOL!!
One never knows. Ask Colin! Did you see his addition to the story in the comments?
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Yes. I think the boy symbolizes an alligator.
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Interesting thinking. Perhaps you will get an answer tomorrow.
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Or you may be just left to wonder….Hmmm …. π
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Instead of wondering, I’m just going to cut to the chase. I’m going to assume that the alligator returns the girl’s affections by eating her.
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OH No! Poor Miranda! What a twist to the story that would be!
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Not all fairy tales end happily.
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You have a point there but hey perhaps it could still end happily, maybe the alligator just attempted to eat Miranda and then she got saved!??
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Maybe she wrestled it to the ground and then bbq’d it for dinner? I guess we’ll have to wait for Carolyn to post Part 2. π
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LOL! I do not think BBQ’ed alligator would taste too good! Thinking perhaps she roasted some marshmallows instead, but then again, what do I know … twists just keep happening to this story!
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Mmm… marshmallows. Hot dogs and s’mores over a campfire. Then again, hot dogs could attract the alligator, so maybe just the s’mores. π
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Yes, s’mores it is and the alligator is out of sight and Miranda is safe! Ahhh! No worries now!
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What a beautiful painting to go with your story.
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I saw the painting and was drawn to it. I knew there had to be a story in there somewhere . π
Did you see the whole story? Colin added to it in his comment….who knows…perhaps the story will continue. π
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You are becoming the queen of leaving us hanging! π
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LOL! What a honor! Haha!
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It’s true! And since I seem to always be playing catch up, I come across the 2nd or 3rd parts first. π
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I bet you’re related to Carolyn … right?
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Haha Colin! “Very funny!”
Kat I expect you are probably confused, it’s OK! Don’t worry. π
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Hahaha! More along the lines of “great minds think alike!” π
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Not quite what I was thinking Kat … but okay! π
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LOL!!
Good answer Kat!
Wonder why you didn’t think of that explanation Colin? π
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Because I have no idea what “great minds” Kat is referring to. She has trouble grasping the sequence 1, 2 and 3 …. and you “breathe prayers” (how is that done?), and expect another Blog Follower to finish off your stories! Neither of you come close to Einstein! π
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OOOOh I just had to ask the question didn’t I!
“Breathing a prayer”….LOL! Yeah, that does seem to be how it works, BUT…..umm…Gee, how do I explain about this certain “blog follower” who I expect to finish my stories, wonder what would make me think that! π
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Very moving, I can feel her nervous energy and need to find peace in the moment.πβ€οΈ
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Thanks! Glad that her feelings came through in my words.
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Awesome! I love this Joy! Very cool story!
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Thank you very much! Did you see the 1st comment. Colin’s comment? He added to the story.
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I did. He did a very good job too π
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