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Magic Crayons by Maggie O'Malley
This story is dedicated to my Auntie Sara the Art Angel. Her beautiful
creations both art and literary bring joy and love to all they touch.
Yet as wonderful as they are, they are not the greatest gift she
possesses. The greatest gift of all is the beautiful young woman
herself. Auntie Sara you are a kind, generous, and gentle soul with so
much love to give, and so many who want to give love back to you. You
bring a smile to my face every time your pink wings hold me in a
cuddle and I wanted to say thank you by coloring you your very own
kitten tale. I hope you like it. I used my magic crayons.
I would also like to thank Bill Hart for creating the Spells 'r' Us
universe where so much wonderful magic has been born and for allowing
others the opportunity to play there and of course, special thanks to
my cyber family and friends who constantly shower this kitten with
love, hugs and encouragement to color. Without all of you, neither
this story nor I would exist. Hugs and love to you all.
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Magic Crayons
Chapter Seven: New Zealand and a New Woman
Prue had spent a good amount of time on the flight over, reassuring
Sara that she needn't be nervous around her husband. Prue quipped that
as long as she kept him fed and there were sports on the tele, they'd
probably never even know he was there. Sara relaxed a bit and
giggled, as Prue could make her smile when no one else could, but she
still kept a firm hold on Prue's hand for most of the flight.
Prue's husband was there to greet them at the airport. He was tall and
well built with the body of a footballer. He had sandy brown wavy
hair, a healthy tan, and beautiful blue eyes. He was gorgeous,
gracious and gallant with a warm, magical smile that complimented
Prue's and immediately put Sara at ease. She could easily see why Prue
or any woman would be attracted to him.
About an hour after arriving they were pulling into Prue's palace.
Like Jenna and Rick's place, it was secluded and nestled on the edge
of unspoiled wilderness. Also like its Canadian counterpart, it was as
warm and cozy as its owners. Sara's favorite place in the house was
the beautiful sunroom where Prue's muse lived. Countless best sellers
had been conceived in that room during her long hours at the keyboard.
Sara could feel the magic in the room the moment she stepped in it,
and almost instantly her own muse was tempting her to take out her
sketch pad as it whispered in her ear. Sara smiled; hoping her muse
and Prue's might get the chance to combine forces during her stay at
Chez Walker.
Neither Prue nor Sara was much up for going out their first night in,
so they knocked up a little dinner, and called it an early night.
Prue got Sara settled into their guest room and then reminded her she
was right down the hall should she need anything in the night. Sara
had slept in Prue's bed from the first night at Jenna's and Prue knew
how comforting that was for her especially with being away from home
and facing surgery. Sara did love being close to Prue, especially at
night when the memories of the beatings and the fear returned to her
in nightmares. Snuggled in Prue's arms, the little girl within Sara
slept like an angel, and the bad dreams couldn't chase her there.
However, Prue was home with her hubby now, and after being apart from
each other for over a week, Sara had no intentions of interrupting
their nocturnal reunion.
Prue tucked Sara in, kissed her on the forehead, and then slipped out,
leaving the door open just a crack so she could listen for Sara's cry
should the nightmares come for her. Prue shuffled down toward her
bedroom, smiling as she realized she'd just put a grown woman to bed,
the same as if Sara was her own small child. Yes, she knew Sara was
nearly thirty and a professional illustrator, but the more time she
spent with her, the harder it was getting for Prue to think of her as
anything else other than a little girl and her magic crayons.
Realizing she'd better hurry on to bed or hubby was liable to start
without her, Prue picked up her pace, and dropped her nightgown when
she entered the bedroom.
Somewhere around three in the morning, long after the medals had been
awarded for the bedroom Olympics, Prue sat straight up in bed, sensing
something more than hearing it. Wiggling away from hubby's embrace,
she slipped out of bed, muttering "Sara" to her sleeping soul mate as
she grabbed her robe and headed for the guest room.
Prue's heart melted as she pushed open the door to find Sara's crying
and rolling in bed as she pleaded for her father to stop hitting her.
Prue quickly joined Sara in bed and immediately pulled in her close,
rocking her and cooing softly. Sara held on tight, tears streaming
down her cheeks, still begging her father to stop. Prue stroked her
head and held her until finally the nightmare had passed and once
again Sara slept soundly. Prue stayed with her until almost dawn
before returning to her bed. Hubby was awake when she returned and
she immediately filled him on Sara's rough night. Prue couldn't help
wonder how many nights Sara spent reliving things in nightmares, no
child should have experienced in real life. Her empathy for Sara and
for all her TG sisters overwhelmed Prue as her own tears flowed free,
and the comforter, now sought comfort in the arms of her beloved.
At breakfast, Sara was sunshine and smiles again as she helped Prue
prepare the meal, obviously not remembering what she'd went through
and shared with Prue the night before. In Prue's eyes this was one
situation where ignorance was truly bliss or at least mercy.
After breakfast, Prue and Sara headed back into Christchuch, for
Sara's initial meeting with the SR surgeon. It would be the first of
several appointments over the next four days that would keep the girls
on the run until Sara was admitted for her surgery. Sara was poked,
prodded, examined and grilled over the same questions she'd been
answering since her first psychiatrist appointment. Sara was
obviously nervous, but she didn't really resent having to jump through
all the hoops again as she knew the staff was just doing their duty.
This was truly a point of no return for Sara and they had to be sure
that she was sure. Sara had no doubts about the surgery making her
body better, but she wasn't so sure that any surgery could truly heal
the broken spirit within.
Prue was Sara's source of strength and reassurance through the entire
pre-surgery ordeal. She was either in the room with Sara, or just
outside the door and always had a smile and hug when Sara needed it
most.
With days being devoted to hospital hopping, Prue did her best to be
sure Sara's afternoons and evenings were fun and relaxing. Spring had
the countryside in full bloom, and Prue took Sara out on long
afternoon walks to admire Mother Nature's magic New Zealand style.
The girls usually pooled their efforts to make some international
dinners and hubby was more than satisfied with the combination
cuisine. Sara and Prue spent most of their evenings in the sunroom
chatting online with Jenna, kicking around story and art ideas, and of
course discussing Sara's impending surgery.
At night, Prue slept a mother's sleep, keeping her ears alert for
Sara's cry. Two more times over the next three nights Prue entered
Sara's room to find she was having a replay of the first nights
horror. As before, Prue rocked and held her until Sara returned to
peaceful sleep. When Prue returned to the bedroom she discussed Sara's
frequent nightmares with her husband. He pointed to Sara's impending
surgery as the most likely cause of her frequent night terrors, and
logically deduced that once the operation had passed so should her
frequent nightmares. Prue snuggled with him and acknowledged he was
probably right, but as Sara had before, she too wondered if any
surgery this young woman had could truly calm the frightened child
within.
Sara passed all her tests and was admitted for surgery. That night she
was alone for the first time since she'd left England, but Prue
promised to be there bright and early to see her before they prepped
her for surgery. Sara sat alone in her room, waiting for the affects
to kick in from the sedative the nurse had just given her.
Understandably she was frightened by the prospect of major surgery,
but in reality a greater fear gripped her that night, the fear that
Prue's smiling face wouldn't return to see her in the morning.
Sara knew her fears were unfounded, as wild horses or wild sheep
couldn't keep Prue away from that hospital, yet she couldn't stop
worrying. She loved Rick, Jenna and their kids so much. They were
family to her, the family she'd never had, but with Prue it went even
deeper. Like with Jenna she had grown close to her during those long
internet chats they shared, but being with her at Jenna's house and
now as a guest in Prue's home, had touched her deeper than she dreamed
possible. That perky New Zealand pixie had a way to reach the little
girl within Sara like no one else had save for her birth mother. One
look at Prue's smile and the child within the young woman felt safe
and warm and loved. Sara knew Prue would make a wonderful mother one
day and she hoped that her friend would make good her promise to seek
a child through adoption. In the meantime, the little angel within the
Art Angel would savor every moment she could with Prue and hold onto
the memories for when she returned to her lonely life in England.
The sedative finally did its job and Sara drifted off to sleep. That
night she wasn't running from her father or the schoolboys who beat
her regularly in her dreams. She was walking down a crowded corridor,
a corridor lined with small shops. The people around her were chatting
with each other and carrying bags heavy laden with the fruits of their
shopping labors. She was obviously inside a mall, but one totally
unfamiliar to her. Of course, she hadn't been shopping in London for
quite sometime, and her fear of people made her anything but a mall
rat.
She stopped and looked in a shop window. There was a lovely display of
perfumed soaps and bath oils there and she was tempted to go in and
purchase some, as she loved a good soak. As she stood their admiring
the shop's wares she noted her reflection in the glass. At least she
wasn't stark naked in public as some people often dream. Actually she
was dressed nicely her in favorite skirt and blouse combo, but she was
also wearing a lovely blue jacket with black striping that she'd never
seen before. At least her dream weaver had good fashion sense she
chuckled in her sleep.
Sara walked further down the corridor and then turned right onto
another one. Suddenly the crowds were gone but the corridor was hardly
quiet as she heard babies crying. She wanted to look for them but her
feet kept heading down the winding corridor. When she reached the end
of it, she saw a shop that drew her toward it. It seemed to be
horribly out of place for a 21st century shopping mall. The dark wood
exterior, the carvings and the stained glass in the door seemed more
at place among the shops from the tiny village close to her childhood
home.
Sara walked to the door and then looked above it. There was a sign
there but she couldn't quite make it out. Compelled to investigate
this strange place she gently pushed the door open and was startled as
a bell above her announced her entry.
The bell also woke Sara from her slumbers and she found the smiling
face of Prue gazing down at her. Sara sleepy smiled back which netted
her a kiss and a "Kiwi Kuddle" for her efforts. Memories of last
nights dream slipped away as the two women discussed Sara's surgery.
Prue promised she would be right there in the waiting room, and then
stayed with Sara until the nurses finally shooed the surrogate mother
away.
Sara got another quick visit from the surgeon, a last chance to turn
tail and run with the family jewels intact, but Sara had no desire to
run, especially from the truth. Shortly after the doctor left, her
favorite needle pusher returned with drugs that quickly sent Sara back
to slumberland.
Sara's dream returned to her just as before. She walked the mall
corridor, stopped to admire the soaps and her reflection, and then
turned the corner to find herself alone with the sound of crying
babies and then eventually across from that same shop again. Hoping
this time she'd fare better, she headed straight for it. She reached
for the door knob and then stopped to see if she could get a better
look at the sign above the door, but the fog that obscured it had only
dissipated enough to make a single letter. An upper case "S" in Old
English script greeted her but nothing more. Hoping perhaps the next
time she'd visit she'd get the rest of the signs message, she pushed
open the door to enter. The bell above her chimed, not startling her
this time, nor waking her either.
Sara stepped inside the shop and found the interior much like that of
the exterior, as it was almost an exact replica of the little
curiosity shops in her old village. It was a bit dusty, dimly lit, and
had shelves overflowing with a wide assortment of books, antiques, and
assorted bric-a-brac. Sara smiled as she admired the selection and
then her attention was drawn to back of the store where the
shopkeepers counter stood. A man, an older man, obviously the
proprietor smiled at her from behind the counter. He had white hair a
bit thin on the top and soft blue eyes that sparkled even in the dim
light. Sara smiled back, about to comment on what a magical little
place he had, when the old man stepped out from behind the counter
wearing what appeared to be a long blue coat or possibly a cloak.
The man waved and then spoke, but Sara never heard him as another
voice, faint at first, but getting steadily stronger, stole her
attention as it spirited her away from the man and his shop.
"Sara...Sara... this is Doctor Browning."
Sara eyes squinted open as she could barely make out the smiling face
of her SR surgeon. "The operation was a complete success dear. You're
going to be fine. You have a friend here waiting to see you. I'll send
her in but she can only stay for a moment. Now get plenty of rest, and
I'll look in on you later."
Sara managed a groggy thank you or at least she hoped she did, as the
surgeon's face left to be replaced by a soft touch and a smile she'd
been longing to see. Prue kissed Sara's forehead and squeezed her
hand. "Hey kiddo, Doctor says everything went really well but I've got
bad news and I've got good news for you."
Even with one wing in la la land, Sara knew by the grin on Prue's face
she had a post-surgery one-liner ready. Sara found enough strength to
answer the call. "Okay doc, give it to me straight."
Prue giggled, "The bad news is I'm afraid you'll have to sit to pee
for the rest of your life. The good news is I'm afraid you'll have to
sit to pee for the rest of your life."
Sara rolled her eyes, managing a giggle, and then quipped. "I need
some morphine, the pain is already starting."
Prue laughed and hugged Sara, her face turning more serious. "Hey, I
just want you to know I love you and I'm proud of you and I'll be
taking you home as soon as they'll let me."
Sara sleepy smiled and said, "Thanks Mummy", before sleep reclaimed
her. Prue watched Sara sleep, touched by the sentiment of her friends
last words, and then kissed her little angel on the forehead before
slipping away to let her rest.
Sara didn't return to the dream that night, or any other during her
seven-day stay at the hospital. She did remember enough of the dream
to share it with Prue, who said it was interesting, but didn't know if
it was symbolic of some past/future event or just bad hospital food.
Jenna couldn't be there in person, but between phone calls and Prue
laptop, the three musketeers continued to correspond during Sara's
convalescence in the hospital.
Prue pulled longer shifts in Sara's room then most of the nurses on
staff and had a better bedside manner as well. The pair mostly just
talked, with Prue permitting the Art Angel limited periods to spread
her wings via her sketchpad and pencils. Prue's presence there made a
noticeable difference as Sara perked up every morning and stayed
upbeat until the head nurse had to finally shoo the persistent pixie
away and usually long after visiting hours were over.
One week to the day that Sara entered the hospital, she was remanded
in to Prue's very protective custody and sentenced to a period of no
less than four weeks extreme pampering at Chez Walker. Sara made no
motions for appeal or for early parole but did hope she might get an
extended stay for good behavior.
To be continued...
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