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Something compelled me to write my third story, there is
absolutely no sex involved, only implied... but I feel it
can stand alone on it's own without it. It is a story about
the deep bonds of love between a couple and a little girl,
and how far he would go to protect the child from the
tragic loss of her mother.
Ashley's Song
By Anon Allsop
The ancient woman sat quietly in her rocking chair and
looked back at me, her watery eyes unwavering. I looked
from her to the little girl, then back to her. I felt so
bad for both of them, this was the part of the job that I
hated.
"Ma'am, I'm really sorry to have to tell you this but..."
My eyes looked at the innocent face of the little girl.
"Uh... this would be easier if she weren't here." My voice
shaking with the tragic news.
The old woman looked at the girl and asked her to go inside
for a while, "Go on." She said gently guiding the child
toward the door. She waited until the door closed and
turned back toward me saying, "Okay now."
With a deep and quivering sigh I began, "It's about Ashley
Ma'am, she was in a traffic accident earlier this morning."
"How is she?" The old woman asked even though she knew what
my answer was going to be.
I looked deep into her sad eyes and breathed deeply trying
to hold back my emotion. "She isn't, Ma'am." I used my
thumb to wipe a tear, which began to trickle down my cheek,
"I am so sorry, Ma'am... this is a part of the job that I
hate."
She stared off into the distance and slowly turned her gaze
to me, "You are just doing your job, Officer." Her hand
reached to her forehead and balanced it there in her palm.
Her soft sobs becoming increasingly louder with each
passing moment, I stepped toward her and did my best to
comfort her.
This was such a strain on this poor woman who had up until
about twelve years ago lived with her son and daughter-in-
law in their cozy little Cape Cod home. They had also been
ripped from her clutches by an auto accident, killing them
both. She raised their only daughter, Ashley from a young
teen into a beautiful woman. She stood in for her
grandchild when she married only six years ago to a
wonderful guy named Jack.
Jack and I had been best friends during High School playing
sports and hanging out, we only parted momentarily when we
went into college. I studied law enforcement and Jack
became a firefighter. Heck, I even accidentally introduced
Ashley and Jack during our last class reunion when Ashley
was supposed to be my date. It wasn't long before they were
an item and I was the proverbial third wheel.
Then, about four years ago our town was rocked by a fire,
which destroyed much of the downtown business district.
Jack had become trapped in a building and was badly burned.
He had been air lifted to our local burn unit where he lay
for two weeks before he lost his fight to live. Ashley and
her Grandmother were devastated as the young woman was
carrying her daughter yet unborn.
Ashley had just started getting past her mourning for Jack
during this last year, when she agreed to go out with me.
After many, many dates we were becoming very close when
this had to happen. I looked over the elderly woman's
shoulder at the young girl on the other side of the door
peeking through the screen.
I tried to hide my tears from the woman but she saw right
through me, walking over she rubbed my back and waited for
me to gain my composure. I looked at her with tears in my
eyes and a heavy heart and spoke, "If you or little Amber
need anything... ANYTHING, please call." I readjusted my
gun belt and stared into the clouds trying to regain
myself.
"She had been on Centerline Road down by the old lumber
mill and had a deer jump in front of her, she tried to
avoid it and veered off the road." I watched the shoulders
of the old woman droop. "Her car became airborne and she
rolled it about four times before it came to a stop. She
had been pronounced dead at the scene." I hated giving the
details but I knew that she would want to know.
"Brian, you loved her didn't you" I nodded trying to hide
my gathering tears. "And the little one... do you love
her?"
I looked at her and nodded trying to choke back the grief
that I was feeling, "I love her like she was my own."
She patted my arm saying, "That's just what I wanted to
hear."
I had a strange feeling about this line of questioning. I
thought that since the older woman was well into her
eighties, she was going to try and find a guardian for
little Amber. I thought about it for a moment and decided
if that was what she wanted, I would do it. But yet again
the old woman was full of surprises and asked another
strange question.
"How many hours have passed since the wreck?"
Looking down at my watch I answered, "About four."
She stood up straighter, "Then, there may be enough time!"
She beckoned me to follow her into the house, which I did.
Down a long hallway I trailed her to her bedroom, she asked
me to pull out a trunk, which was hidden under her bed. I
lowered myself to my knees and grabbed at the leather
handle of the old trunk. With great effort I dragged the
box out into the center of the room.
Flipping back the locks she asked me to open the great lid.
It creaked and groaned from lack of use as dust fell from
the top. "This has been in my family for generations." she
said as I let go of the lid. "Our answer is in here
somewhere... ah, here it is."
I watched as she lifted the item from deep within the trunk
and sat it on the edge of the bed. She then turned back
into the box and pulled out a small glass sphere about the
size of a tennis ball. Looking back toward me she smiled
and pulled out two ancient hand made candles, which looked
to be made from tallow, all lumpy and yellowed.
"What time are you finished at work?" she asked. The
question caused me to wonder just what this old woman was
up to. With a gesture of her head she inclined that I was
to follow her. Down the hallway we went until we got into
her living room where she placed her items on the table in
the center of the room, then again turned toward me.
"Well?"
"Uh... I... I'm not off until 6:00." I said trying to
figure out what she wanted.
I decided that the woman was in shock, I had seen it
before. They just go on as nothing happened and seem to
just drop off the deep end. Her lack of grief put me a bit
on edge. At first she was distraught, then once I told her
Ashley had only passed a few short hours ago, it was as if
I told her that Ashley had stubbed her toe or something. I
ached for my lost love, so bad that I felt that I couldn't
go on myself and it angered me that this old woman was
suddenly acting so nonchalant about the whole thing. This
was just too bad, I thought to myself as I shook my head...
who will take care of the poor child.
She sat down on the couch as Amber walked into the room, I
picked her up and gave her a huge hug. The old woman looked
at both of us and smiled, "It's too bad that you and Ashley
weren't married because when I pass on... Amber will have
no one to take care of her."
I looked down at the small child making faces in the
reflecting surface of my badge. "I could try to take care
of her." I responded.
"That's a nice gesture but you know as well as I do that
once the State deems me unable to care for Amber, they will
remove her and place her in child custody. I can barely
take care of myself, let alone a three year old." She
choked back a sob and continued, "I have an idea that may
work, but it would take a great sacrifice from you... a
sacrifice greater than you may want to give."
'Here it comes,' I thought. 'She's going to ask me to do
something crazy... probably illegal.' I studied her
wrinkled features for a moment.
"Look Mrs. Patrick, I can't stay around here this
afternoon, I have to get back to work. I'll stop by later
after my shift. We can talk more then." I handed Amber back
to her. "I really am s... sorry." I choked back a sob.
She took the reluctant child away from me and placed her on
the floor to play. I helped her to her feet and wrapped my
arms around her in a hug. She patted my arm and told me to
go on and she would be okay. I turned and walked back to my
squad car, waved and drove off leaving her and the girl to
their fate.
The old woman watched me drive away and walked to the
phone, after a quick call she returned to the living room.
Amber came in and sat on the couch, watching her Great-
Grandma intently. After a few minutes passed, there was a
knock at the door.
A young teenager stood waiting on the other side of the
screen as the elderly woman and her Great Granddaughter
walked to the door. With the baby sitter finally here she
could get on with her preparations. The young girl held out
her hand, which Amber took, and started down the sidewalk.
With tired eyes the old woman watched them cross the street
and enter the home of the baby-sitter next door.
She returned down the hallway and eased herself into the
chair before the items on the table. Looking at each item
carefully she placed it in its proper place. Opening the
book, she slowly turned the pages as if she were looking
for something specific. She smiled as her finger traced
down the list on one page, she mentally counted off the
items she had on the table.
Following the directions as anyone would follow a recipe,
she began to softly mutter to herself. She first lit one
candle, then another taking time to read the lines before
proceeding. Everything must be perfect, her family's well
being would depend on it.
As the candles flickered her mumbling became louder and
louder until it sounded more like a song than anything. If
someone were listening, they may think the melody was
familiar but would never recognize the unwritten words. Her
eyes sparkled as the glass sphere began to glow and swirl
with light as if it were contained somewhere within its
shape.
A slow smile crossed her wrinkled face as she stopped her
chant like song. She read on and then one by one blew out
the candles, but taking care not to touch the glowing ball,
she gathered up everything on the table and returned it to
the trunk. Returning to the living room she picked up the
ball with a pair of tongs and place it on a shelf out of
Amber's reach. Hopefully it wouldn't matter as Amber would
be gone until later tonight, by then... everything would be
all right.
***
I went about my day as usual, but each time I would have a
moment to reflect, my mind would dwell on Ashley and her
little family. I tried to keep my mind busy but it was
useless, I missed Ashley terribly. I kept thinking back to
a conversation we had about a month ago where she asked me
what I thought of Amber. Of course, I replied that I
thought the world of the little girl and would lay my life
down to protect either of them if need be. She had smiled
at that and gave me a huge hug.
I knew that Ashley would want me to try and help her
Grandmother care for the little girl but I knew that by me
not being a blood relative, and her Grandmother being so
frail and old, they would take the girl away before we
could mount any kind of assistance. Maybe her Grandmother
was right, maybe I would have to do something drastic to
help.
I decided there and then that I would take the old woman
and child with me and flee to some other part of the
country. I'm sure that is what Ashley would want me to do.
I could always get another job. This is what my thoughts
were as my shift finally ended and I drove toward the old
woman's home.
I climbed up the stairs toward the door, waiting there was
the smiling face of the woman. She hugged me and directed
me into the living room. I glanced around the room and
asked her where Amber was, thinking that we should get
going as soon as possible.
The old woman smiled and chuckled, "I bet I know what
you're thinking, you know that we wouldn't be able to get
very far before they finally caught up with us."
I thought about it for a moment, then decided that she was
probably right. If we took off now, especially before the
funeral, people would wonder where we were and come
looking. "Then after the funeral." I decidedly spoke.
"With your help that won't be necessary." She smiled. "I'll
bet you were wondering what you were helping an old woman
do with all of those items earlier today, weren't you?" I
stood there with a puzzled look on my face. Now I was
confused.
"Ma'am, with Ashley gone, you will never be able to keep
Amber here with you. I figured you wanted to skip out with
her and I so we could keep everyone together. I'm sorry, I
don't understand." I shook my head in wonder, trying to
figure out what this old woman wanted from me in the first
place, especially if she didn't want to run.
She looked at me and patted my arm, "You just wait right
here, I want to show you something." With that she walked
out of the room and down the hall towards her bedroom.
As I stood there trying to figure out why she wanted me to
meet her tonight, especially if she didn't want me to take
Amber and hide out. I figured that knowing the
circumstances with Ashley's death, the old woman just
probably lost her grip on reality. Well, I would talk to
her and between the two of us, maybe we could find some way
of keeping little Amber here with her Great Grandmother. I
started to browse around the room looking at the pictures
adorning the walls and resting on top of shelves and
tables. One there reminded me of the love that I had for
Ashley, it caused the tears to well again in my eyes.
It was of a much happier time last summer when she and I
took Amber to an amusement park and had our picture taken
together. God she was beautiful, my thumb stroking the side
of the image's face. I could still smell her perfume if I
closed my eyes thought about her. It was only yesterday, I
was kissing her good night on the very porch that I entered
the house in. I shook my head with sadness, placing the
picture back in its place.
Feeling a tightness within my chest and throat I picked up
another picture of Ashley, the tears began to well up in my
eyes causing my focus to become blurry. Using the backside
of my uniform sleeve, I tried wiping away the tears. You
can easily wipe a tear away, but you can never really
remove the pain of a love taken so quickly and permanently
from your life. Shaking I sat the picture back down and
covered my eyes with my hand. With a deep and choking sigh,
I labored to gain control of my emotions... I needed to be
strong for Mrs. Patrick
I could hear the woman rummaging around in the other room
and wondered how she would plan Ashley's funeral, she would
at least need my help with that. We would plan a beautiful
funeral with vast amounts of flowers and lovely songs. As I
stood there waiting my eye caught the glowing vision of the
little sphere, walking toward it, I marveled at the beauty
of the changing colors. I couldn't take my eyes from the
little ball, as it seemed to be alive. I pushed the photo's
aside and moved my face closer toward the pretty colorful
display.
I knew that this must have been the little ball that the
old woman dug from the trunk earlier but then it wasn't
glowing... now it was incredibly beautiful. Aside from
Ashley's great beauty, I had never seen anything so lovely
and breathtaking before in my life. My hand slowly went
toward the object, carefully picking it up as though it
were a fragile egg. I watched as the colors grew in
intensity going from yellows, blues and pinks to darker
blues, greens and reds. Just as quickly as I touched it, it
seemed to slowly fade and become less illuminated. I rolled
it over to see where the batteries were and once I couldn't
find them I gently placed it back on the shelf. I hoped
that I hadn't broken it since it was so lovely and
wonderful to look at.
I found myself studying the shelves as I removed my hand
from the little glass ball, I couldn't remember which shelf
that I had gotten it off of. I wanted to set it down next
to Ashley's photograph, but I thought I got it down from a
lower shelf. No, I was sure this was the shelf that it came
from, I must have been mistaken on which shelf I removed it
from. I waited there in the living room for the woman to
return I found myself mindlessly humming a tune that popped
into my head and wouldn't leave. I couldn't remember the
words, just the tune.
I picked up a photo of Amber's that she got when she
entered preschool, I smiled to myself as I could see her
cute hair all curled and pretty. I shook my head thinking
that I would never put her hair up like that again because
by the end of the day it was a mess. But then, without the
effort, I never would have gotten such a good picture of
her.
Setting the photo back down I questioned myself of what I
had just been thinking. I don't even remember helping her
get ready but yet, the memory was as clear in my head as if
it happened yesterday. Looking among the little mementos I
found myself remembering things about some of them that
there should be no way of me knowing... but still, I did.
I glanced up as I heard Grandma... er, Mrs. Patrick coming
back into the room. She pulled up short as soon as she saw
me, her eyes darting between me and the little glass ball.
I watched as her frail little hands reached up toward her
mouth, "Oh, Ashley... my God, it did work!"
I tried to figure out what she was saying when I noticed
that she and I were close to the same height now instead of
me towering over her like I usually did. She stepped toward
me and held my face in her withered hands studying me
closely, I couldn't figure out why I would have thought
that I towered over her, as I have always been as tall as
she was ever since puberty.
"Sit down dear, we need to talk." She pointed toward the
big chairs. "What do you remember about today?"
Giggling at her question I smiled and tenderly patted her
hand. "Well after I kissed Amber this morning, I headed off
to work and... and..." I frowned as I couldn't remember
anything else.
I found myself studding the enamel on my nails, when Amber
came rushing into the room shouting "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!"
She showed me a picture that she had drawn during her time
at the sitters, I smiled and held her close kissing her
forehead. "It's for you Mommy, I drew it for you!"
I took the picture and showed it to Grandma, "She does a
lovely job, doesn't she?"
I swelled with pride of my daughter. Then as that thought
sunk in, I looked at the smiling child on my lap. I
remembered the labor pains I had when I delivered her, how
Grandma would keep getting ice for me to suck on when my
mouth became dry from the breathing exercises. But how
could I know that? I remembered getting the call when
Ashley had the baby.
I looked up at Grandma, she could see my confusion. "I
wanted to explain what my idea was before you actually
changed. I never imagined it would be so complete." She
opened up the book in her lap and turned it toward me.
I saw an old ink etching on yellowed parchment paper of a
person holding a ball over what looked like a deceased
person, the ball seemingly throwing glowing rays out from
the holder's hand...
I looked at the book then back to her, all the while Amber
talked about her drawing. Glancing back down at the
artwork, I saw my sleek legs encased in pantyhose. Letting
my eyes move up my body I could see a bit of exposed
cleavage from the opening in my blouse. My hand went up
toward my chest in shock. I looked toward Grandma and
mouthed the word "Why?"
She asked Amber to go hang the art on the refrigerator, the
child skipped down the hallway in eagerness. She looked
toward me again, "I didn't want it to happen like this, I
never intended for you to find the *Sphere of Life* before
I had a chance to explain." She reached out and lifted a
few long blonde strands out for me to see. "You... uh,
Ashley was very lovely wasn't she? How was I going to tell
the child about the death of her mother?" She asked. "At
least now, you can help us by taking the place of Ashley...
AND being the mother to Amber!"
I let the words sink in, standing up I crossed the room and
looked into the mantle mirror. I looked the same as I
always had, I thought. But the more I dwelled on everything
as a whole, I could remember being Brian as well. I was so
confused.
Grandma walked up behind me and placed her hand on my
shoulder, "Let me see if I can explain this to you. By
holding the sphere, the recently deceased's soul was
transported into your body. You take on the form of that
person and your shell trades places with them."
I spun around and looked at her, "You mean Brian is now
dead? I can't ever go back to being him?" Surprising myself
at the referral of my old body as being someone completely
different.
She looked away for a moment then back, "I'm afraid so.
That body ceased to be when you took on the form of Ashley.
But on the bright side, now Amber has her mother again."
Somehow I wasn't sure if that was a fair trade. I mean,
helping out little Amber and Grandma was fine but poor,
poor dear Brian... dead. I felt a tear trail down my cheek.
I keep thinking of Brian as someone else and Grandma and
Amber as my own... "I think I'm getting a headache."
Grandma lifted my hand and pulled me back toward the chair.
"I can't bring Brian back, he's gone for good. However, I
can with one small sentence remove all remembrances of you
being Brian from your mind. You will have known him, loved
him and unfortunately, lost him as you did your dear
beloved husband, Jack."
"My daughter will be fine?" I asked, surprised at how
lovely my voice sounded but also how odd it was to be
thinking of Amber as my daughter.
"She won't know the difference and if you wish neither will
you." she smiled.
I leaned back watching how my breasts pushed out my blouse,
"I don't think I could ever get used to this Grandma, maybe
you should remove the old me from this body. At least, then
I wouldn't lose my mind with gender confusion."
She nodded and opened up the book searching out the page. I
glanced up and watched Amber enter in the room, I couldn't
believe what was happening to me. Suddenly, I found myself
pulling the child in with a hug as I cried from the loss of
my dear Brian. Amber sensing something was wrong, raised my
head up and asked, "What's wrong Mommy?"
How could I tell her that the second love of my life had
died. I just buried my face in her little shoulder and
cried.
Epilogue:
We stood in the grass as the police force raised their guns
toward the sky, the retort of the rifles made me jump. I
clutched Amber's tiny hand tighter and watched as the
officers turned and started down the little hill leaving
Amber and I alone to listen to the sad wailing sound of
bagpipes. I dabbed at the corner of my eye with a Kleenex
as I cried softly to myself. I didn't even have a chance to
tell him about my news. God, he would have been so happy.
I lowered my hand to my stomach, I was certain of one
thing... if it was a boy, I would name him Brian after his
father.
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