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Hearts United – Chapter 10

by: Rebecca Taylor

Sienna switched shoes and then climbed out of her car. She had decided to accept a date for the evening. She was really nervous because she had never met Ben Bates before but his letter had sounded interesting and she liked the way his voice had sounded on the phone. He wasn’t Todd Brody she told herself but what if he was a way of making her meet someone else, a way of being forced to meet other people, like he was the driving force behind her need for a proper relationship. Sienna walked into the restaurant, clutching tightly to her shoulder bag. She knew exactly where her mobile telephone was should she need to call for help. There were also plenty of people in the restaurant should she run into a problem. She knew that the chances were higher that Ben Bates was an upstanding guy but from some of the letters she had read, she knew there were some men who just wanted to meet what they described as an ‘oddity.’ There were other men who wanted to be the ones to make her forget that Todd Brody had ever existed to her and some like Ben Bates, who sounded like they were just looking for a simple relationship and thought maybe they’d have a shot with her. Sienna spoke to the waitress who was seating restaurant guests and she walked her over to a table where a young man was already sitting. He got up and pulled out a chair for her.

“Thank you,” said Sienna feeling surprised at the chivalrous action.

“You’re welcome,” he said, “I’m Ben, although you probably already guessed that.”

“Yes,” replied Sienna with a smile, “I’m Sienna. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I feel honoured that you chose to go out with me,” said Ben, “after all of the offers that you have likely received for dates.”

“I have received a lot of mail,” said Sienna, “I haven’t even read all of it yet.”

“So, if I may ask,” said Ben, “what prompted you to choose me?”

“I liked the letter that you wrote me. It was kind and respectful and you sounded interesting, and then when we spoke on the phone, it cemented my decision to take a chance and go out with someone who wasn’t Todd.”

“You really think he’s out there somewhere?” asked Ben.

“I do,” said Sienna, “and it’s a feeling that I haven’t been able to shake. This whole experience with going public with how I’m feeling and that I’m looking for him is something that I wouldn’t normally have considered but the feelings I’ve experienced for him are so strong that I have to know, if there is any way.”

“Love can be a strange emotion can’t it,” said Ben.

“I agree,” said Sienna, “and when I decided to come out tonight, I decided that I was willing to take a chance and see what happens.”

“To see if some of the qualities that you saw in Todd in your dreams, might be in a man closer to home?” replied Ben.

“Something like that,” said Sienna, “so tell me about yourself. I got a glimpse in your letter and on the phone, but I’d like to hear more.”

“Alright,” said Ben, “well, I’m an architect. I’ve worked on numerous projects but my favorites to design are log cabins. I have some pictures on my phone if you’d like to see them.”

“I’d like that,” replied Sienna.

They chatted easily discussing their careers and their hobbies, until it was getting late and time for them to leave.”

“Can I see you again?” asked Ben.

“I’d like that,’ said Sienna.

“I’ll call you,” said Ben as they walked out of the restaurant together.

As Sienna walked back to her car, she wondered who would fill her dreams that night – Ben Bates or Todd Brody.

As Sienna walked back to her car, she wondered who would fill her dreams that night – Ben Bates or Todd Brody.

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This week I am reblogging one of my posts from 2013. For those readers waiting for another chapter of Hearts United, they will resume next week.

Paradise on Paper

by: Rebecca Taylor

Three months into first semester at Prospects College in the Police Foundations program Adam Morissey was exhausted.

“Adam, Adam, wake up, don’t fall asleep in the spaghetti,” said his father John.

“Sorry, Dad, I guess I haven’t been sleeping very well lately. I’m busy.

“You’re doing too much. I saw your hockey coach last night. Why didn’t I know about your second job? Boy, why didn’t you tell me that you had this much work to do, you’ve got a very full plate and I don’t know how you do any of it anymore, your mind has got to always be on something else,” said John.

“But…I’ve got to do this, I need the money, the hockey I’ve been doing all my life and the school is my future career. I didn’t want you to worry about me, that’s why I didn’t tell you about working at…

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Hearts United – Chapter 9

by: Rebecca Taylor

            “I didn’t need this right now,” said Todd sitting down with his plate for supper after a long day out in the field. “I have no idea how Miss Sienna Abbott knows about me and my daughter. I contacted an investigation firm, her record is completely clean. She lives alone with her cat, is an only child, her parents are still married and the only thing different right now is that she is getting a lot more mail than usual because of her search for me. It seems that other men would be quite willing to date her and there seem to be all sorts of online theories about this.”

            “Like she’s delusional?” asked another of the men pouring himself a glass of water.

            “Or lonely, or needy, or feeling like her biological clock is ticking away,” answered Todd. “But why me? She knows about my daughter – knows her by name. It would have been one thing if she came out and said I had a dream that some guy named Todd Brody was going to love me some day. The name is popular enough that I would say – coincidence, or maybe she saw the name somewhere and started to fictionalize it.”

            “Man, it’s ya she’s lookin’ for,” said Jack. “She knows ya age, ya job and that ya have a little gal.”

            “And that scares the hell out of me,” said Todd pushing the food around on his plate distractedly.

            “Could it be fate?” asked Carrie Rimico, the only woman in their unit.

            “I don’t know if I believe in fate. I’ve had too much reality in my life.”

            “Then what about faith that a higher power is looking over you?” she asked.

            “I believe in God and the afterlife if that’s what you’re asking.”

            “What would the harm in contacting this woman? Testing the waters?” asked Carrie.

            “I don’t want to get her hopes up,” said Todd, “If I fall in love again, I want it to be because I really love the woman, not that she stays with me or pretends because of some dream she had.”

            “Ya have to find out how ya feel about her, then ya can see if she is for real.”

            “Not now,” said Todd, “I’m over here and she’s over there. If we are meant to meet, it can wait until I’m back home and can meet her face to face.”

            “That’s another five months,” answered Carrie.

            “Don’t I know it, I cross off the days every morning, counting down to when I’m back with Caralee but I know that what we are doing over here is making a difference. It’s war and it’s peace and it’s about trying to make things better however complicated that is.”

Hearts United – Chapter 8

by: Rebecca Taylor

“Mail, mail and more mail,” said Sienna leafing through another pile of letters that she brought in. “But nothing from Todd. Self-help groups, dating services, men wanting to go on dates. Some of them sound nice but they’re not Todd Brody. I need to know is he real or isn’t he.”

“Mrrow,” said a voice interrupting her thoughts.

“Yes, Pumpkin, I’ll feed you in a minute.” She put the letters down and headed to the kitchen, opened the cupboard and proceeded to put cat kibble in the dish. Why does this have to be so complicated. Why couldn’t I just meet someone at the coffee shop or my office or something, but no, the person that I think is right for me came to me in my dreams. And what if my dreams were just a way to get me out of my shell as some of these letters are telling me – a lily pad to my future as one person wrote. Ugh, this is all so frustrating. The shrill sound of the telephone interrupted Sienna’s thoughts and she went to answer it.

“Hi, Sienna, it’s your dad.”

“Hi Dad,” answered Sienna laughing internally, her dad always told her it was him when he called. She had caller id and had known him for her twenty-six years, she was well aware of his voice.

“Would you like to come to supper Saturday night?” he asked.

“That depends,” she replied, “is it going to be a nice family dinner or do you want to decide how much counseling I require.”

“Honey, we love you, we just want what is best for you.”

“I love you too, but I’m an adult and I have to make my own decisions. I know being on TV might be a bit out there but it seemed like the best solution at the time. People write to me all the time because of it, I’m still hoping that there will be a letter from him or someone who knows him. I still dream of him, and he matters a lot to me.”

“But, Sienna, you don’t even know if he is real.”

“You’re right, I don’t, but maybe someday soon I will. It’s been several months now that I have been thinking about him and the dreams aren’t going away. I can’t just give up – I won’t.”

“Come to supper anyways, I promise we will talk about other things. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and I miss you.”

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