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Here is the tweaked version of my story Conversation. Dove was quite
correct. This will be the final version, I am reluctant to modify it
further.
This is my first 100% complete story. It may be archived by the
following sites if they want to: Fictionmania, Sapphire's Place,
Crystal's Storysite, and Beverly's Balcony.
Any other site that wishes to archive this story, should ask for
permission first.
This is a G-rated story.
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A sweet story by Veronica Moonlit
A man sat on a park bench near a pond. A paper bag sat beside him and
headphones connected to a CD player sat on his ears. An open book was in
his lap.
Every once in a while the man looked up at the trees, or the neatly
arranged flower beds nearby and smiled.
Others in the park paid little attention to him, he was unassuming, in a
small world of his own.
A shadow fell over the pages of his book, which caused him to look up.
He saw a woman, in a remarkably ornate and embellished gown. She had
waist length auburn hair and green eyes. She had a slender diadem in her
hair and silver bracelets around her wrists. Her gown was a soft
champagne pink, embellished with tiny pearls. The puffed sleeves were
worn slightly off the shoulders and narrowed down to her wrists. The
neckline was what the man knew was called a sweetheart neckline and the
bodice was very fitted and tapered to a Basque waist. The skirt was very
full and long, almost to the ground. She was the most beautiful woman he
had ever seen.
She pointed at her ears, and the man removed his headphones.
"Good day to you, gentle sir. May I sit beside you for a while?" she
said in a soft voice.
"But of course." the man said, a bit bewildered.
He then stood, and not knowing why bowed to the woman, and extended his
arm to her.
He then spoke to her, saying, "May I assist you in sitting, Milady?"
She then turned and sat lightly on the bench.
"Why thank you, but no. It is, however, good to see that courtly manners
still exist. I see you are a knight in spirit, are you not?" she
replied.
"You could say that, Milady. You know, for some reason it seems correct
to call you by that honorific. I hope you do not mind?" he said.
"No, I do not mind. Please continue to do so, if you wish. Would you sit
beside me please?" she replied, smiling.
"I would be delighted to do so, Milady. It would be my honor." he
replied, bowing again.
He then sat beside her. Only the two of them could fit on the bench now,
since the skirt of her gown was so full.
"It is a beautiful day out, is it not? You seemed to be enjoying
yourself." she asked.
"Yes, Milady, it is a gorgeous day. The birds are tweeting, the spring
flowers have bloomed. The temperature is neither too warm or too cold."
he answered.
"Spring is a time of renewal, of joy and rebirth." she said smiling at
the man.
"That it is, that it is. It just seemed like a great day to be out in
the park." he said smiling back.
"What music were you listening to?" she asked.
"Enya, it is very relaxing and calming," he answered.
"Ah yes, Enya. Her voice is quite beautiful." she remarked.
"Some people disparage her music as being New Agey and bland, but I like
it. When I am angry it helps me regain inner peace." he replied.
"What is that you are reading?" she asked touching the book.
"It is called Eternity by Jude Deveraux. I know, I know, it's a 'woman's
book', but I like it just the same." he replied blushing.
"You blush prettily, gentle sir. Do not fear, I will not disparage you
for enjoying a novel about love. Love is a great thing, that should be
cherished in all its forms, is that not so?" she said with a gentle
smile on her lips.
"Yes, Milady, that is true." he said looking at her with longing.
"Ah, I see I have met a man who can appreciate the beauty of a gown."
she said smiling again.
"That is the most beautiful gown I have ever seen, many bridal gowns
pale in comparison. It is not every day one sees a lady wearing a gown
fit for a princess. The gown simply enhances your loveliness. Oh my
Goddess, I can't believe I said that." he groaned.
"You are very kind to say that. And it is true, the gown is lovely."
she said.
The man and woman sat quietly for a moment. The woman then appeared to
look deeply at the man. Then her expression changed to one of sadness.
"Why do you keep her hidden?" she asked.
"What? Pardon me? I... I... I..." he replied a bit flustered.
"Gentle one, you know what I am referring to." she said.
"Yes Milady, I do." he said gulping.
"It is not healthy for your spirit that she stay bottled up inside of
you." she said, touching him gently on the arm.
"No, I supposed it isn't. But I am afraid, Milady." he replied.
"Gentle one, you are much loved, though you know it not. And there are
those who would love all of you, but she needs to be known." she said.
"Milady, I can't. There are those who would hate her. And I am ashamed
of her, she is not worthy to be seen. She is ugly." he said, his eyes
misting up.
"Never say that! You are truly worthy of being loved. You have so much
love to give. Please, let you loving self show." she said, putting her
soft delicate hand on his arm.
"Who would love a man such as me?" he said eyes watering.
"I do! I love thee because thou exist. I love thee because thou art
special. I love thee for thyself. I will NEVER stop loving thee.
Remember that." she said firmly, in a voice that echoed among the
trees.
The man looked at her then more closely and then he knew who She was. He
then raised from the bench, and then prostrated himself on one knee in
front of Her.
"My... My... My..." he stammered.
"Arise, sweet spirit daughter." She said, "Thy respect is much
appreciated."
She then took his hand and brought him closer to Her.
"None of my daughters is more deserving of love than thee. Thy spirit is
pure beauty and kindness. Thou art a true loving daughter." She said.
"I don't know what to say." he said.
"Say naught and but listen. I am always with thee. My blessing is always
upon thee. Daughter of mine, your spirit must be free." She said
softly.
"I hear you, and I am afraid, but I will try. I will try." he replied.
She then arose from the bench and took his hand. A soft glow appeared on
Her other hand revealing a rose and what appeared to be a leather bound
journal.
"Thy spirit is that of a muse. The journal pages art blank and for thy
use. The Rose is but a simple reminder of Me. When the times seem dark
and hope seems far away, look upon the Rose and think of Me." she said.
He then deeply bowed to Her.
"I am much honored. I will cherish your words and these gifts forever."
he said crying.
She drew him closer, and kissed him upon the lips. He smelled her
glorious scent, his nose filled with the aroma of a thousand flowers.
Her lips soft, softer than anything. He looked deep in Her eyes, Her
beautiful eyes, eyes as deep as all eternity.
He did what any other person would have done in the situation. He
fainted.
She then released her hold on him and laid him gently on the bench.
"Farewell, Daughter." She said.
Then without a sound She was gone.
The man recovered from his swoon relatively quickly. He looked around
and saw the Rose and the Journal.
"She was real. She was real." he said.
He then stood up, picked up his gifts and his belongings an smiled the
widest smile.
"Yes, it is time."
Epilogue:
A man sat on a bench in a park.
It was a warm spring day, a day even more beautiful than the last time
he was here. He felt alive and he felt right.
The soft late spring breeze gently rustled the skirt of his long floral
dress. The ribbon on his hat also blew out like a pennant on a castle.
His gloved hands rested gently in his lap as he admired the living
world.
"Beautiful day, isn't it? I see you felt like feeling pretty too." he
heard a woman's voice say.
He turned his head and saw a woman around his age wearing a calf length
floral print dress and matching hat.
"Why yes, I did." he said smiling, "Would you like to sit with me?"
"Why yes, I would indeed. My name is Jessica, and yours?" she said
holding her hand out for him to shake.
"My name is... Elise." he said taking her proffered hand.
"Such a pretty name. It suits you quite well. I came over to see your
dress more closely. It is quite lovely. It looks like an Easter Sunday
type dress, did you wear it then?" Jessica asked.
"No, this is the first time I've worn it. I bought it because it looked
so springlike. And I just had to buy the matching hat as well." said
Elise.
"I love your shoes Elise. Where did you get them. They are so dainty,
are they Ann Marino's?" asked Jessica.
"Yes, they are Ann Marino's. I ordered them from Spiegel. I've had them
for a while." Elise replied, "Jessica, may I say something?"
"Why of course." she replied.
"I love your dress too, it is sooo pretty, I wish I looked as pretty as
you do in yours." he said.
"Elise, you are so sweet to say that. You know, when I saw you I
thought, _She looks like a sweet person, I should get to know her_"
Jessica. replied.
"Truly?" asked Elise.
"Most certainly. In fact, I was planning on going shopping and you seem
like the kind of lady who knows how to appreciate a serious day of
shopping." said Jessica.
"As a matter of fact, I really do love to shop." replied Elise.
"Then it's settled. Talbots is having a sale and I bet you're a Talbots'
woman. Then we can hit the Malls and really have some fun. After that,
we could go to this little Victorian tea room I know about and relax."
she said.
"That would be most wonderful. I really do enjoy tea.", said Elise
excitedly.
"My car is right over there. It's the cute little Miata. Where did you
park?" she asked.
"I didn't park, I walked. I live close by and it was such a nice day."
Elise replied.
"Then we are taking my car then." responded Jessica.
Elise opened his mouth as if to say something, and then closed it. He
closed his eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and relaxed his
shoulders.
"Jessica, my name isn't Elise, it's Edward Wheeler." he said soberly.
"I'm pleased to meet you no matter what your name, but I think Elise
suits you better. I'm Jessica Dillon." Jessica replied cheerfully.
"I want to thank you for..." said Elise.
"Thank me for what? I'm making me a new friend. I should be thanking
you. Now let's go, the stores don't stay open forever." said Jessica.
Later that evening:
Elise sat writing in her Journal. When she had arrived home after her
encounter with She That Is. She had found an antique fountain pen and an
inkwell that never seemed to run dry. She now wrote in a soft rounded
cursive on scented pages of soft pale pink:
Today was the BEST day of my life.
I went out as myself and I made a
friend. It felt so good to walk,
talk, eat, and just live. Goddess, you
were so right. Thank you for the great
gift you have given me.
He laid the pen down and looked at the Rose sitting in a vase. A Rose
whose scent did not fade, a Rose that did not wilt. He gazed upon it and
thanked She who had given him so much.
Fin
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