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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 Eight: Art Angel on the Mend
Painkillers and bed rest had been the order of the day for Sara while
she recovered in the hospital but once home with Prue the real
rehabilitation began. Sara went through the blood, sweat, tears, and
dilations that all transgender women have to endure after their
surgery, but at least she didn't have to go through it alone as Prue
was there with cool cloths, kind words, warm hugs, and the occasional
kick in the rump when Sara needed that too.
As much as Sara appreciated Prue's help, Prue loved being able to give
it. Playing Mother Hen to Sara during her stay was food for Prue's
starving maternal instinct. Even hubby who was usually too glued to
the tele or too busy raiding the refrigerator noticed the change in
his beloved. When he called her on it she commented it was just nice
to have someone around to look after. She didn't have to say anymore,
the sparkle in her eyes said the rest.
As Sara got stronger, she and Prue began taking walks again, enjoying
the beautiful spring weather and talking. Sometimes Prue would pitch
story ideas to Sara and she'd suggest possible cover art and inserts
for them. Other times they'd talk about Jenna and her family and how
they each hoped to be part of something that beautiful one day.
Occasionally, each would open up and share stories and dreams from
their past, things they never offered over the Internet because no
words on a screen could convey their true meaning.
Prue knew that Sara had endured things no child should have growing
up. Hearing the fear in Sara's voice as she talked about the beatings
she took from her father and her school mates, and seeing the pain in
her eyes as she spoke of the nights she prayed to wake up a real
little girl or not at all, broke Prue's heart. The tears that ran down
Sara's face belonged mostly to a frightened and abused child who just
wanted the one thing all children need and she never got enough of,
someone to love them. As Prue listened during their daily walks, her
hand reached out to comfort the young woman at her side and her spirit
reached out to hold the frightened child within her.
Among the dreams discussed was Sara's "mall hop" through the twilight
zone. Sara had told Jenna about it as well and originally she
concurred with Prue's diagnosis about Sara's pre-hospital jitters and
the quality of the cuisine there, but that theory had been blown out
of the water, as Sara had been midnight mall strolling again, at least
half a dozen times over the last few weeks. Sadly for Sara she seemed
to be stuck in a dream loop as she woke up each time the little
shopkeeper started to speak. Jenna and Prue sifted through the details
of Sara's dream, looking for buried treasure and hidden meanings but
couldn't come up with much to tell her. They concluded that it was
obviously significant because it was a recurring dream, and the most
likely reason it stopped where it did each time was that Sara wasn't
quite ready for what comes next, but when she would be ready or what
"next" was, was anyone's guess.
Sara hadn't really been scared by the dream. The old man and his
little shop seemed friendly enough and even the crowds of people in
the mall that normally would terrify her, didn't seem to bother her at
all. She'd had so many bad dreams in her life, she prayed this one
would end a happy one, but she knew that as long as Prue was close by,
she could handle anything in all realities.
During the course of the passing weeks, Sara not only became more
comfortable with the changes to her body and physically stronger, but
she seemed more at ease, confident and emotionally stronger. Part of
that came from the sense of physical completeness she now had and the
knowledge she'd finished a long journey successfully, but most of it
came from Prue's presence. She had given Sara things she had
desperately needed, love, support and security and like a seed given
soil, water and light, she was growing and thriving.
Sara's progress had come so far by the end of the month that she was
up and about most of the day shadowing Prue and sharing the house
duties. So pleased with Sara's speedy recovery, Prue gave her the
green light to start working at her sketches and colors again,
although her hours and activities were still heavily monitored by
"mummy". Prue knew that as long as Sara didn't overdo it, her
sketching and painting were as therapeutic and necessary for her
recovery as her daily dilations, and infinitely more pleasurable (at
least for now).
Prue loved sneaking peeks of the Art Angel at work. At first she did
most of her creations from her bed and Prue's heart would melt
whenever she'd walk in and find the Art Angel was a sleeping angel
with the colored pencil still in her hand and the sketch book laying
open by her side. Prue would marvel at the masterpiece Sara had been
creating, while she gently took the pencil from her hand and pulled
the duvet up over her.
Once Sara was up and about more, Prue set up an artist desk in the
sunroom near her computer one. The first time Sara saw it, she went
wide-eyed and squealed like a little girl on Christmas morning, which
tickled Prue to no end.
They both enjoyed making magic side-by-side during the day or whenever
the muse whispered. For Sara, the muse often whispered in the middle
of the night, and as any good artist knows: when the moose talks, you
listen no matter what the hour.
Prue had gotten in the habit of making Jenna "rounds" at night,
checking in on Sara same as Jenna did Becky and Cathleen. Whenever
Prue found Sara's bed empty, she slipped quietly over to the sunroom.
Most every time she found her missing child playing with her muse.
Sara would be sitting at her art desk, coloring away feverishly in her
nightgown while legs swung back and forth and bare toes wiggled above
empty house slippers. The child within Sara was never more visible
than she was at moments like that, and as Jenna had lamented before,
Prue wished too that she had a camera in her robe pocket.
Six weeks later and with the surgeon's seal of approval Sara was
pronounced healthy enough to resume her normal daily duties as long as
she continued to follow her post-surgery routine and didn't overdo it.
She was told she could go home at any time now. Sara knew that meant
she was free to go back to Derby, but England would never be home for
her after spending the last six weeks in New Zealand with Prue and her
hubby. She had lived nearly thirty years in England, but she'd never
knew what a true home was until she'd stayed here. Her cottage in
Derby was a hiding place from the rest of the world, a prison cell she
willingly had locked herself into. Granted it was a pretty prison and
with the Internet she had a lovely picture window to the rest of the
world, but it was a prison nonetheless.
Of course, she wasn't the same woman who left Derby almost two months
ago, not physically or emotionally. Perhaps this surgery that
physically completed her would make a real difference in her life
there. Perhaps the courage and the joy she'd found here with Prue
would return with her to England and she no longer would be trapped in
a life of solitary confinement.
The only thing she was sure of was that she'd miss both Prue and her
hubby almost more than she could bear.
Sara wasn't the only one agonizing about the impending parting. Prue's
heart was aching too. She knew Sara was physically healed enough to go
home and back to work, but emotionally was another matter. Yes, she
had responded well to the safe and loving environment that Prue had
created. Yes, she had grown in strength, courage and confidence, but
in Prue's eyes, the Art Angel was still a wobbling baby cherub and not
near ready to fly solo. The thought of Sara returning to her empty
house and barricading herself inside again broke Prue's heart.
Prue worried about Sara leaving not only for her friend's best
benefit, but also for her own as well. She had always had great
empathy for all women who suffered from the transgender birth defect
like Sara did. She'd also had a great respect for her ability to
survive her horrific childhood and admiration for her tremendous
ability to create, but something incredible happened over these last
two months. Her feelings for Sara were more than just empathy,
respect and admiration. That frightened little girl who escaped into
the fantasy world her crayons created, had stolen Prue's heart. Prue
cared deeply for the young woman who housed the spirit of the child
and who struggled to protect it from a world that had beat them both
down at every turn. Yes, Sara was a grown woman and the world famous
Art Angel, but she was also that little girl who cried to be loved and
Prue's heart had heard and answered that cry. Sara had filled that
empty spot in Prue's life and heart that only a child could, and
thought of releasing her now was as painful and impossible as if she
was tossing her own five-year-old onto the street.
Prue had poured out her feeling about Sara to hubby one night, as she
knew Sara's departure was impending. Hubby held his beloved, stroking
her hair, and comforting the frustrated "mother" as best he could. He
knew somehow Sara had touched a place deep in his wife's heart,
temporarily filling the void in the barren woman's life, because he
too had saw and felt the little girl within the young woman. Sara
carried a childlike innocence and vulnerability that had brought out
his protective paternal instinct too.
Despite the fact that physically and mentally Sara was a young woman
almost the same age as Prue, in her heart and soul, in the place that
defines who we truly are, she was still a little girl. He'd seen it in
Sara's soft blue eyes whenever she was with Prue, and he's seen Prue's
recognition of it every time she reached for Sara's hand or hugged
her. He didn't begin to understand how it was possible, but there was
no denying its existence.
He also didn't know what to do about it though. Like Prue, if he could
reach into the pages of one her best selling novels and borrow a
little "Hugglebugs" or "Polymer Magic", he'd surely use it to release
the child within the woman, but her muse magic didn't have the power
to make happily ever after's in the real world.
They could invite Sara to extend her stay a while longer, but that
would only be delaying the inevitable, eventually making the parting
that more difficult for all of them.
He even thought about asking Prue how she felt about Sara moving in
permanently. He knew Sara had next to nothing to go back to in
England and he was sure the anonymous Art Angel could work just as
well if not better here. She would have a place to call home and a
"family" to look after her. Prue could continue to watch over and
help both the little girl and the young woman grow. He was completely
in favorite of the idea but there were problems with that as well.
One, Sara would have to be comfortable with the idea and two; there
was their "other" planned adoption to consider. Having been around
Jenna and her children, not to mention Sara, had really kicked Prue's
maternal instinct into overdrive and she really wanted to, needed to,
adopt her own child. He was sure that as much as Prue loved the child
within Sara, she wanted her own little girl to dress in ribbons and
bows, and to take to the park to watch play, and grow up one day and
hopefully give her grandkids to spoil. Hubby himself had to admit,
he'd love to have a little footballer to teach sports too, or a
precious little girl to be the apple of his eye, and Sara couldn't do
any of those things.
So if Sara was to move in, the sixty-four dollar question becomes what
happens when they do adopt the little boy or little girl who can give
them all of those things? He didn't believe for a minute that the love
either one of them felt for Sara would fade away when a "new" child
was brought home, but things undoubtedly would change. It would be
quite understandable for Sara to feel rather awkward then and she'd
probably leave rather than intrude upon what she'd saw as a true
family unit.
Hubby held Prue most of the night, discussing the Sara situation in
great detail, giving her his support no matter how she wanted to
proceed and most of all, reminding Prue of the many reasons why she
married this incredibly beautiful man. When the next morning finally
came Prue knew what she wanted to do.
Prue waited until after breakfast to make her pitch to Sara. Sara
listened quietly as her friend, sister and mummy offered her a place
in her home, to match the one Sara already had in her heart. Sara was
tempted by the idea of working side by side with Prue in her sunroom,
and touched deeply when Prue added that the invitation was just as
much from hubby as it was from her. It was no obligation and no
commitment on Sara's part. They just want her to stay as long as she
wanted to be there because they loved her.
It was an offer that welcomed both the young woman and the little
girl. It was a chance to have a home instead of a lonely prison in
Derby, and it was a chance to be with the person she loved and needed
most of all. Prue was standing there with her arms wide open, how
could she not step into them?
The little girl was ready to pounce into mummy's arms. The young woman
wanted to take her friends hand and step into her embrace, yet neither
could move as both were paralyzed by the ghosts of pain and suffering
past. The damage from a lifetime of being told she was sick and wrong
and never good enough couldn't be repaired in six weeks. With Jenna
and Prue's help Sara's self esteem had risen greatly, but for the
little girl who had been almost a stranger to love or acceptance, the
leap into Prue's arms was too great.
Yes, Prue was offering her love, but after all she'd been through
could she really believe that she was worthy of anyone's love? If
she'd been worth loving, her father wouldn't have looked at her with
hate in his eyes and beaten her black and blue with his razor strap.
If she'd been worth loving, her mother would have came with her rather
then send her off on her own. If she'd been worth loving the other
kids wouldn't have teased and shunned and beat her up. After being
unloved for so long and by so many how could she EVER believe she was
worth being loved, especially by someone as wonderful as Prue?
In her mind Prue was the most wonderful woman in the world, and
deserving of a little girl and friend, far better than Sara could ever
be. It was one thing to be her Internet friend and to have a holiday
at her house for awhile, but to LIVE with Prue and her husband was
just taking unfair advantage of their kindness and sympathy. No, she'd
been living a fantasy life these past two months, one never meant for
the likes of her and if she's was one tenth the person Jenna and Prue
keep telling her she was, she'd head back to England straight away and
let Prue and her husband get on with their lives. She also knew she'd
better do it soon because if she stayed much longer she'd not be
strong enough to do the right thing and leave.
Sara couldn't look Prue in the eyes as she shook her head, thanking
her for the kind offer but saying she couldn't accept and that she
really needed to get back to England. Tears welled in Prue's eyes as
she saw someone very important to her slipping away and she didn't
want to let go. She started again, this time a bit more emphatic,
asking, no begging her to think it over and telling her there was no
reason she needed to leave immediately. Sara's blue eyes were brimming
with tears when she raised her head to met Prue's gaze. It was all she
could do to say she was sorry before turning and running to her
bedroom.
Sara stayed in her room until late afternoon, Prue stopped by the
outside several times, tempted to come in when she heard Sara crying
but knowing this was something Sara had to work out on her own. Sara
finally came out of her room around dinnertime and went looking for
Prue. She had a pretty good idea of where she'd find her and sure
enough the petite pixie was in her sunroom, seated at the computer and
staring into a blank screen. When she sensed Sara's presence she
looked up and forced a weak smile. Sara could see her beautiful brown
eyes were red rimmed from crying just as her own blue ones undoubtedly
were.
Sara took a deep breath and started to speak but Prue cut her off.
"Look I'm really sorry Sara. I...I didn't mean to upset you. It's just
that I...I mean hubby and me that is, we both really love you and
well...having you here these past two months has really been
wonderful, wonderful in ways you'd probably think I was crazy if I
told you, and we'd really like you to stay with us, but I understand
England's your home and you wanna get back there."
Sara reached out and took Prue's hand and held it lovingly as she
spoke. "Prue I do love you and I think your husband is a wonderful
man. He's been ever so kind the whole time I've been here. And
Prue... these past two months have been the best of my life. They've
been wonderful for me in ways YOU'D think I was crazy if I told you,
and I do wish I could stay, with all my heart I do, but I just can't.
I've gotta get back to England. It's where I belong."
Prue nodded knowingly. "I can understand you wanting to get back to
your home."
Sara shook her head and sighed. "Prue, England's not my home. It's
where I live, work and I guess belong, but it will never be home
because home is where the heart is, and my heart will always be here
with you."
Prue pulled Sara into her embrace and held her tight as both woman's
tears flowed freely. She didn't really understand Sara's decision but
she had to respect it and hope that when Sara was finally ready to
come home she knew that Prue would be there waiting for her with open
arms.
Three days later Prue was driving Sara into Christchuch to catch her
return flight. After their discussion in the sunroom, Prue hadn't
pushed the issue any more but had hoped against hope that Sara might
still change her mind. As they pulled into the airport terminal it
seemed pretty unlikely she would.
They checked Sara's bags and then killed the next twenty minutes
making idle chatter, both reluctant to make that final walk to the
check in gate, hoping against hope that some last minute divine
intervention would change the inevitable. When the conversation and
the twenty minutes ran out they knew their luck had went with it and
it was time for the big goodbye.
Prue held Sara in her arms, comforting both the child and the woman.
Sara had tried to be strong for both her and Prue but faced with
possibility of never seeing her friend or mummy again was too much for
her and she broke down in sobs. Prue held her, rocking the
woman/child and cooing softly as she had during so many of Sara's
nightmares. Tears streaming down her own cheeks as she too wondered if
she'd ever hold Sara in her arms again.
Finally it was time and Sara pulled away from her. Each choking back
tears they exchanged "I love you's" and then Sara went through the
gate. She stopped one time and looked back to find Prue smiling and
waving at her. Sara returned both the smile and wave before
disappearing into the swelling crowd. Prue stayed at that gate until
Sara's flight had departed. She couldn't leave as long as there was
any chance Sara might come running back to her.
Prue returned home and fired off an email to Jenna letting her know
that the Art Angel had her wings. She then sought out her hubby's
strong arms and cuddled quietly with him, praying the heavenly angels
would watch over her little English angel.
At 30,000 feet the English Angel was in clear view of the heavenly
ones, as Sara watched out her window until New Zealand and home
disappeared below the clouds. Another round of tears finally exhausted
her, and she fell into a fitful sleep. She drifted in and out of old
nightmares and even revisited her magical mall hop but just as before,
it all faded away from her before the old man spoke a word.
To be continued...
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