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Hearts United – Chapter 11

by: Rebecca Taylor

Sienna’s heart felt torn. She loved Todd Brody, but having never met him had no idea if it would ever happen. She had been on a real date with Ben Bates and liked him. She had a chance to have a future with him, but was it being unfaithful to Todd? Technically not, she supposed, as they had no actual ties to each other, only the amazing love that she held in her heart from her dreams. Todd already had a daughter and she had no idea where he lived. Ben was in her town and easily accessible. She had a physical shot of being with him. She wondered if it was love that she craved and that was why she had so enjoyed her evening with Ben. The night after her date was dreamless, but she kept waking up. She and Ben were much closer in age than she and Todd. They also had a better chance of having a traditional relationship. She wished that she could find Todd. She hoped that by meeting him, she would know the truth about what they could perhaps be. She felt like she had exhausted all her avenues when it came to searching for him. Sienna hoped that he would contact her. She had too much information about him to believe that he was just a fantasy of hers. If she had just been seeking love, she didn’t think she would have dreamed up a man who was twenty years her senior. Nothing made sense anymore and she had no idea where to turn. She did know though that she had to keep living her life. Somewhere out there, there had to be the answers to her life and she just had to keep searching for them. A chilling thought ran through her – what if Todd wasn’t alive anymore – what if he were an angel sent to help her find love. The thought was too frightening and sad to think about. She said a silent prayer for Todd and for answers. She wished his name wasn’t so popular so that she could find information online. His being in the military didn’t help her search. She wondered how much a private detective cost, perhaps it was what she needed to settle things. If anyone could find Todd, it would be a professional. However, her savings weren’t very large, so she decided to hold out on that avenue for a while. She would see Ben again, and see where that led. She wouldn’t give up on Todd but she also wouldn’t give up on herself. Ben was a nice guy and by getting to know him, she would be able to find out if her feelings for him were real.

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.

The Key Confusion

**previously published by Dark Fountain Magazine.**

by: Rebecca Taylor

It was late in the day when Gord Taft arrived home from his job at the flooring warehouse. He entered through the kitchen door, and immediately the smells of a home cooked meal hit him. His heart starting pumping faster. His hands tightly gripped his set of keys. I must be hungry, I’m losing my mind, he thought but a glance at the kitchen table told him he was sane. It was laden with food; there was enough food to feed a large family. There was a turkey sitting at his place waiting to be carved, cranberry sauce, homemade rolls, several kinds of salads and vegetables, and a multitude of pies on his counter. There wasn’t a dish in the sink, the stove was off, the dishes didn’t look familiar. What is going on here? I don’t own a serving dish, there is no way that I could cook all this and still have the kitchen look this good. The door was locked when I came in, I’ll check the back one. It was locked too, Gord walked through the rest of the house but everything looked untouched just as he had left it that morning. This doesn’t make sense, if someone did happen to break into my house, they would have taken something not brought me a feast that would feed dozens of people. What do I do now? Do I call the police because someone was obviously here? Will they believe me and realize that I am not some crazy attention-needing bachelor. The food smells so good too, but I don’t dare eat it, who knows who made it or why they were here. I’m going for a walk; I’m going to figure out what to do about this.

Gord strode out of the house and locked the door. His knuckles were white from clenching the keys so tightly. He stuck the keys in his pockets and walked out onto the sidewalk. He walked around the block and then not knowing why he ended up outside Claire Post’s door. He knocked and Claire came to the door crying followed by an older couple.

“Can you come back later, Gord, this isn’t a good time,” sobbed Claire.

“What’s wrong?” asked Gord ignoring Claire’s request for him to go away.

“These are my parents; they brought a feast and were going to be meeting Charles for the first time. They met me at work, got my car and keys, and then headed here to get the food ready for tonight, and then they headed back to get me. I drove home and expected to see a beautiful dinner all prepared and what do I find a cold empty kitchen. Somebody came in and stole my special supper. Charles is going to be here any time with his parents and we were all going to get to know each other over dinner but now I have no dinner. I’m going to call the police.”

Gord’s facial expression remained indifferent. “Come with me, I want to show you something, you’re going to like this.”

“Were you not listening to me?” snapped Claire, “my supper was stolen and you want to show me something.”

“Just come on, don’t argue.”

Claire and her parents followed Gord out of the house and down the driveway and then headed up an identical driveway to an identical house. Gord let them into the kitchen immediately, the smell of a home cooked meal greeted them.

“That’s the feast!” exclaimed Mrs. Post.

“I’m calling the police, why did you do it, you thief,” demanded Mr. Post.

“Whoa, hold on a minute,” said Gord struggling to keep a straight face. “Claire, did the set of keys you gave your parents have my key on it, the one I gave you in case of an emergency?”

“Yes, I keep all my keys together so I don’t lose them.”

“Your parents let themselves into my house not yours,” answered Gord allowing himself to laugh for the first time since he had first come home to find the feast.

After giving herself a minute to take in the information, Claire laughed about the uncanny situation. “Daddy, you owe Gord an apology, he didn’t steal your food, you and Mama put it in his house not mine. You never listen to me. I told you it was the third house from the corner; you know that and my address.”

A few hours later, the dinner party and Gord were finishing the feast, still laughing about the key confusion.

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