Hearts of Gold
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Note from Enbreeze, the creator of the story's universe.
- Yes, this is another universe I'm setting up.
There are so many authors with new universes nowadays. None
of 'em are ever going to live up to Spells R Us of course, but
they make a valiant attempt trying. You can take this story or
leave it; I'm going to continue writing for Hero Ine and her
flower girls for as much as I need it, regardless. But if you
ever want to write for it, you are welcome if you can follow
these guidelines (or not, free countries, right?) -
- Ine is a loving, genderless being that serves as a sort of
mother for Earth. She set up the flower girls as one step
towards a solution for the negativity of humans.
- There are, or will be, many more flower girls than the six in
the original story.
- Nina will always lead them with a kind, logical mind using fair
judgments.
- Black Orchid will do whatever she wants and may even be cruel.
- You can use any of the six initial girls that I've introduced
through their own respective story, or just use one of them to
create your own set! The sky is the limit on this one.
- One whiff of one of the flower girl's special flowers and its
too late. The person is going to become a new flower girl
permanently, whether the flower was meant for them or not!
- Ultimately, the storyline is about healing the human spirit but
you can take it in another direction if you wish, especially
considering the dark power of Black Orchid.
Thank you for reading!
Note from Donna Allyson:
When I first read his story I was immediately struck by the immense
potential for a new universe. All kinds of thoughts went through my mind
about possible scenarios. I wish to thank Enbreeze for her thought
provoking story and for a motif that suits me well. I hope that my offering
here will do justice to the universe that she has created. Positive (or not)
feedback may encourage me to write a few more.
An offering to the Flower Girl Universe created by Enbreeze. The first paragraph
is an excerpt from Ine's Bouquet 1 The Beginning, by Enbreeze.
A Heart of Gold
By Donna Allyson
"Your name is now Daisy and it will be forevermore. Your life
will be eternal, even if your body is not. Your passion was to
share your love with that girl from your class for she had what
you did not - until now. Your genuine love for people - even your
refusal to hate that boy she wound up with - will now take you
farther. You are to sell your flowers at a modest price of a
value worth little more than the attention of your buyer. I wish
both you and your customers happiness."
With that Daisy opened her eyes and cried for the first time
since she was a child.
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Chapter 1
Nina and Daisy held hands as Ine's essence flowed through then both
Daisy understood what she was to do, Ine's voice and her vision
flowing into her mind was all consuming. Daisy knew what she
had become and she was content.
***
The cold wind whipped around the corners of the high rise buildings
in downtown Manchester as the middle age man left the relative comfort
of his small office building and headed for the garage across the street.
Victor pulled the collar of his overcoat tight around his neck.
"It's going to snow."
He said to himself as he stepped off the curb. The darkness was
settling in early with the overcast sky blocking what little light that
was available. Victor hated winter, especially in New Hampshire.
He was a native Floridian and New England in winter was not his best
choice of locales but this was where the job was and at fifty seven
years old, he could not afford to be fussy.
Victor was anxious to get home before the snow started. It was only
twenty miles form the office but the road home was somewhat rural
and not the place to break down in bad weather. Winter storms
in New England were tricky and driving in them was an experience
and a half even for the most experienced New Englander. The modest
home he had purchased in Epsom suited his needs as a single
widower. It was warm and cozy. Not big but the five rooms were
more than enough for him. Victor walked up to the second level of
the garage and retrieved his five year old Toyota Celica. He drove
out the exit and onto Elm St. The snow had already started in the short
time he was in the garage and the rush hour traffic was already at peak.
Victor cursed under his breath. It was going to be a long trip home.
***
"There." Ine's voice said. Daisy looked in her hand mirror and saw
the middle age man hunched over the wheel of his car. He appeared
to be in deep concentration. "He can be your first my dear. He is
about to give everything he is to save another. He deserves to
be saved." Daisy smiled. She laid down her mirror. Changing into
an appropriate attire she took up her basket. Closing her eyes she
commanded herself to be elsewhere.
***
Victor drove out of the city and into the more rural area that
surrounded it. The storm's intensity had increased but the
traffic had dropped away until he was all alone on the state
highway. The driving was slow at best and he found himself
thinking back to that day six years earlier. How he had wished
that he could do something for Martha. They had been married
for thirty two years. She was a part of himself. He knew the
cancer was in it's last stages and as he looked at her emaciated
shell he knew that it was only a matter of minutes. He would have
given anything to trade places with her. To give her back life.
He felt her hand grip his tightly for a moment, a smile came upon her
face as she looked him in the eyes. "It will be okay." and then she died.
He buried her on a small hill on the outskirts of Ft. Myers. A
beautiful spot shaded by a young orange tree. The blossoms of
which had been her favorite scent. Victor cried long and hard
for many nights after the funeral wallowing in grief. The layoff
that came three months later had forced him to come to the
realization that he had to think of his own life. As much as he hated
to leave, he had no choice but to accept the job transfer to New
Hampshire.
Chapter 2
The stretch of road between Allenstown and Epsom was deserted.
The storm had reached almost whiteout conditions and Victor
had to focus intently on his driving. He almost missed the red
glow of the tail lights that appeared faintly off on the side of the road.
The small car had gone off the road and down the embankment.
Victor pulled his car to the side of the road and got out to investigate.
This was not the time and place for anyone to get stranded and he
knew that he had to help if anyone was in the car. He did not see
the piece of scrap metal that buried slightly under the snow nor
did he feel it when he ran over it.
The blowing snow bit into his face as he exited his car. The snow
had drifted up to a foot deep in the small gully that the other car
had come to rest in. There was no way that it was coming out of
there without the help of a tow truck. Victor fought the wind
and the snow and finally got to the driver's door of the other car.
He felt his heart jump as the adrenaline hit him as he saw what
he was facing. The young woman driver had hit her head on the
steering wheel and was not moving. A small infant was wrapped in
a blanket and secured in a car seat in the back. It was crying
weakly. The interior of the vehicle was cold. The engine had
apparently stalled. The occupants were in rough shape.
Victor tried to wake the young woman by shaking her shoulder and
calling out to her. She did not move. He knew he had to get
them out of the car and into his own. At least his car was warm
and he could get then to the restaurant that was three miles up ahead.
From there he could summon help for them.
It was with a lot of effort that he finally managed to get the two
victims into his own car. The child was not a problem and he got
the infant moved first. The woman was a bit more difficult but
he finally half dragged and half carried her to his car and got her
into the passenger's seat. She appeared to have little more than
a bump on the head but Victor knew that it could be serious.
It had taken almost an hour to do this transfer. With the snow,
the wind and the location not to mention his own physical condition.
Victor was glad when he finally got back into the driver's seat.
He put the car in gear and stepped on the gas. The tires spun but
the car did not move. Victor got out to check what was the matter
when he noticed the two flat front tires. He was not driving anywhere.
Victor cursed. He got back in the car and checked on his passengers.
The baby seemed okay. The woman was still unconscious but seemed to be
breathing okay and the baby had fallen asleep in her car seat.
Victor decided to leave them in his car with the engine and heater
running. He popped down the window just a bit to provide ventilation
and got out of the car. He decided to walk to the restaurant. He
had just walked over the hill a half mile away when the police car
pulled up behind his car. Victor did not see the blue lights flashing.
The snow obscured any chance of seeing them even if he had
looked back.
By the end of the first mile Victor started having second thoughts
about his decision to walk for help. He was breathing excessively
hard and he was starting to feel a tightness in his chest. He shrugged
it off to tension and stress. He continued walking albeit more slowly.
***
Daisy sat at the small table at the "Circle Restaurant" She waited
patiently. It was only a matter of a few more minutes when she would
meet the man. She paid her bill for the food and watched intently
out the restaurant window. She knew that she would have to meet
him in the parking lot. He would never reach the restaurant door.
***
Victor saw the lights of the restaurant up ahead. He was cold, wet
and weak. He had fallen several times as the pain in his chest became
more severe. He knew that he was in bad shape but he had to
continue somehow. He knew that the woman and her child needed
help and he could not let them down.
"Please God, let me last just a little longer. Please!" He said softly.
He did not feel the pavement as he fell on the edge of the parking lot.
He was aware only of the smell of orange blossoms as he fell unconscious.
***
The state policeman helped load the young woman and her child into the
ambulance. He called in to his station and found out who owned the
car that the woman and child were sitting in. He radioed ahead to
Epsom. They would check the man's home for any information on
his whereabouts. They would never find him.
***
Victor awoke and found himself sitting in the restaurant booth across
from a lovely young girl. She smiled at him with the most beautiful
face that he had ever seen.
"Feeling better?" She asked with a sweet voice that matched her looks.
Victor nodded his head and the locks of golden hair cascaded in front of
his eyes. She put her hands to her face to push the hair away as Daisy
handed her her hand mirror.
Victor looked in the mirror and saw the image of a young woman.
Her golden hair and fair complexion radiated the essence of
youth. Victor put down the mirror and examined the clothes that
he was wearing. The light orange dress covered her youthful
body gracefully. The relatively small breasts pushing out the
front of the dress complimented the rest of her figure. Aside her
on the bench was a basket of orange blossoms.
"I, I don't understand. What has happened to me? I'm a girl!"
Victor asked with astonishment.
"Yes you are. And for the rest of your life you will remain so.
But not any girl. A special one. You tried very hard to
do a wonderful deed for another human being and in so doing you
were about to die for it. You are special kind of person. Your kind
heart has saved you so that you can continue to do the same for
others. It showed itself today just as it did the day your wife
died. She knew what was going to happen as Ine told her.
Human nature being what it is makes you a rare person.
One that cannot be wasted. The woman and her child are safe
as will all others who's lives you touch."
"Your name is now Blossom and it will be forevermore. Your life
will be eternal, even if your body is not. You are to sell your
orange blossoms at a modest price of a value worth little more than the
attention of your buyer. Ine's wish is that both you and your
customer's find happiness. For those that sample the aroma of
your blossoms, so shall they also become Ine's flower girls."
"Let us go sister. We have work to do in our own way but
first you must meet own leader Nina."
Blossom took Daisy hands in hers and for a moment they
both shed tears of happiness.
They walked out of the restaurant. The snow had stopped
as hand in hand the walked across the parking lot. Two sets
of footprints abruptly stopped halfway across.
End
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