Thursday, October 23, 2014

A Taste of Thursday, 23 October 2014 ~ Taylor Savior "Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences"

Where are we today, on today's offering? Well...for 1) Thursday Taster... 2) Work-in-Progress... 3) A too long excerpt. I shall keep my intro short since I ran way over, but where to cut?

Lots of wonderful writers are offering up a sample from a current WIP. Please go read and comment or their work. A little encouragement goes a long way. The links are all over and they are also listed like painful tears, one by one below. 

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Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences
 “Finally, I am to gain her love. Not that I would not want more love in my life, however, why is that necessary, Aynne?”

“Because if she does not love you, Simon, she will never allow you to help her. She is hard to explain, but she does not want pity or handouts. She cannot be manipulated, even at ten. I have raised her to be too strong, I’m afraid, and prepare for a world in which she will have to take care of herself, to be anything she wants to become. It seems I didn’t teach her how to be graceful yet, in the face of her special needs. Ever since she was diagnosed with SCA, she has been involved in her recovery, long-term management and control of her anemia. The control gave her strength and a sense of responsibility in partnering with her medical team managing her healthcare. The authority, however veiled, seemed wise at the time since my parents were gone and she didn’t have any other family but me. What would she do if something happened to me? We – I – had to think in those terms early on. Oh, God Simon….what if…if…”

“One-step-at-a-time, Aynne. If I’ve learned anything at all in the last six years of my wife’s battle with cancer, and her subsequent treatment, it was to take everything ‘one-step-and-one-day-at-a-time’.”

“Of course, you are quite right. I have been. It was the only way I could make it through the long days of treatment and diagnosis. My resolve, however, seems to have weakened, not strengthened, in your presence. I have no doubts about your charm. I think you accomplished all three of those tasks with me before we had even spoken a single word. Certainly, after we did speak I trusted, respected and loved you almost immediately – even if it was only for one night.”

“Obviously, it wasn’t for just one night since we are sitting here, together ten years later, right now.”

Aynne blushed at the assumption that there was more to their relationship than that one spectacular night together lost in each other’s dreams of passion. “If you get that far with Lily, Simon, that is really only the beginning. You’ll have to be tested to see if you are a match and if you are then you will need to be prepped for organ extraction and live donor surgery.”

“I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Aynne, I…I…”

“I know, Simon. I know.”

“I have a family…”

 “I know.”

“…children of my own and a dying wife that needs me now more than ever. My children know their mother is dying, that it is just a matter of time before they lose her forever. They need me now. Doing this will cause them to think that they may lose me too."

 “I know.”

“I can’t think of jeopardizing their security, their courage, their happiness all of that and more for …”

 “I know.”

“I, I’ll have to think about it.”

“I know, Simon. I understand; I really do.”

Aynne began to weep silently. Finally, unable to hold the tears back against the strain, the pressure, the singular responsibility of Lily’s life that she held in her hands, she was overwhelmed. It was too much for some couples, let alone one woman. She felt the weight. She felt the burden. She felt the pain of it all, the decade of doctors, medical clinics, and specialists – lonely tears. She felt the unfettered voluntary yoke of love.

“Aynne, please do not cry, not now – please. We’ll feel like we are doing something if I get tested. I can do that here in Chicago, first. That is one step, let it be the first step, in the right direction. If I am not a match, everything else is moot and Lily won’t have her hopes built up  only to dash them. We will have to figure something else out. Let me do some research. Please, please…stop crying. And let your doctors know to release any necessary information about Lily to my physicians and we’ll take it from there. Okay? Please, please don’t cry. We’ll figure this out, we will; I promise. And we’ll do it together. Lily is, after all, my daughter, too.”

His confident reassurance unlocked the remains of her resistance. Aynne dropped the cup and saucer on the Oriental carpet and she felt even more hopeless, more helpless. Simon rose and in one swift moment, he was at her side. He gathered her in his arms and she allowed him to collect all of her fears and emotions in a single commanding embrace. Everything raced back to her in strobe-like speed and flashes from the one night they spent together in the candle lit, flickering shadows of an old historic hotel. She crumbled to his will in his firm and reassuring grip. The burden under the weight of the unintended consequences of their shared passion at last shared.

“Yes, Simon. Lily is your daughter, too,” and Aynne wept, helplessly.

He let her weep as he supported her weight and she restored some strength. He cooed softly into her hair as he stroked her, inhaled her essence, and comforted her as she regained her composure. The distance, the years, the separate lives vanished and they were swept back, back into their suite at the Hotel Whitcomb, Room 457, riding the glittering stars and the glistening moonbeams as they swirled and rose around them with the ebbing flow of their love. She was lost in her love for him, again and still, as she knew she would be if she ever saw him again let alone share a single breath and heartbeat.

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6 comments :

  1. At least Aynne has finally admitted Simon is Lily's father. And it's great he wants her help. I do so hope that Simon is a match and Lily likes him enough to accept the help. Wonderful writing. Great taster!!

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    1. Aynne admitted two weeks ago that Lilly was there daughter, because Simon recognized the possibility right away. It is today that they agree upon a plan. Thanks for your visit and comment. xo

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  2. Wow, long and intense taste. This story really has gone where I least expected.

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  3. Somehow, I don't like him. I don't know really why but there is something in his attitude that irked me. I feel for Aynne.
    Once again you answered the questions I had last week in this part, I love that.

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  4. This is by far the most heart inducing perspective of love. You have brought together a love from the past, blended it with the intense moments of the present, and lead the reader, into the hopes for the future. I can only say, your writing continues to excel beyond my highest expectations and hopes for you as a successful writer.

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