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Hearts United – Chapter 12

by: Rebecca Taylor

Thousands of miles away, Todd Brody couldn’t get the thought of Sienna Abbott out of his head.

“Three and a half months to go until this deployment is over. I can’t wait to get home and see my daughter and my parents. I know what to expect when I get there from them. I do not know what to expect when it comes to this woman who claims to love me. I’ve thought a few times about what it might be like to fall in love again and give Caralee a mother but I didn’t figure on it coming like this. How could a woman just dream of me and know so much about my life? I don’t even use social media.’

“Perhaps she’s a witch?” said Jack, “or a fortune teller?”

“This isn’t funny,” said Todd as he got up from his bunk where he was sitting and began to pace. “This is my life we’re talking about. I worry about my family back home. If she knows so much about me, then maybe she can find them. My mother heard of her search too and thought that perhaps she should meet her, but I told her to hold off. I do not think it is wise to let them meet.”

“Why,” said Carrie, “are you afraid that if your mother likes her, you’d be pressured to have a relationship with her. Sienna Abbott’s accounts state that you have some wonderful nights together in her dreams.”

“If there is some strange power happening out in the universe, then why don’t I dream of her too?” asked Todd.

“Maybe it’s because you’re a skeptic,” said Carrie.

“Or that yar mind is just ta busy concentrating on staying alive over here,” answered Jack.

“Maybe that,” said Todd, “this is all so strange. I figured I’d meet someone the traditional way, like maybe having a friend introduce me to a woman or something.”

“I don’t see any harm in your mother meeting her in a public place,” said Carrie, “she sounds like a good judge of character. Then, you’d maybe have a better feel for the situation.”

“I’ll think about it,” said Todd, “this is unbelievable.”

“Oh, but it’s real,” said Carrie, “and if she might be the one for you, maybe you’d best act soon because somewhere out there is going to be a man with qualities that she describes you as having, and if you don’t offer them to you, someone else certainly could. Sienna Abbott is an attractive, intelligent woman who has a full-time job.”

“I said I’d think about it,” answered Todd, “let’s just leave it at that for now.”

Hearts United – Chapter 2

by Rebecca Taylor

It had been a long day at work and Sienna was yawning as she tried to relax on the sofa at home reading her favourite advice column in the newspaper. She was getting less and less sleep each night, thoughts of Todd Brody drove her almost crazy. She wanted to find him so badly, needed to know if he was just a beautiful figment of her imagination or a real person who needed her as badly as she felt that she needed him. It was a cold windy evening when she sat down at her computer and composed a letter to the local television station. She knew that it sounded crazy, and she was usually rational but at the moment she was feeling like anything but her usual self. If her Todd Brody really existed she needed to know about it. She wanted to meet him and then see what happened, if they were not meant to be together, so be it. She could take that and move on with her life but she couldn’t stand not knowing if they had a chance at a life together, the possibility of true love and happiness with this man who kept showing up in her dreams and if she could, she meant to find out.

Hearts United – Chapter 1

Over the next several weeks I hope to post chapters from this novel that I am working on. Your feedback would be wonderful.

By: Rebecca Taylor

Sienna Abbott took a sip from her coffee cup and then went back to keying figures into her computer. She pushed the thoughts of the man of her dreams back to concentrate on the task at hand. She enjoyed her job but wished that Todd Brody would walk through the door. There was only one problem, she had never actually met Todd; it only felt like she did. Thoughts of him lit up her heart like a glowing sunbeam, this man who visited her dreams every night felt so real to her.  The things she knew about him from their nightly rendezvous were immense, and she wrote them down every morning to avoid forgetting the images and information that filled her head night after night. Something told her that he was older than she by about twenty years, old enough to be her father, but he wasn’t and she didn’t him to be. Sienna felt that he was in the military and also had a young daughter. She knew that Todd wasn’t currently involved with anyone except for her and that he belonged with her. She had run computer searches for Todd Brody but there were hundreds of them in the country and the search expanded to even more if you did a global search. Besides, she knew that his military information would be restricted. Having never met this man who held her heart left her feeling so good yet so tied in knots at the same time, she didn’t know what to do.

Where I Am Today

The story of a young man seeking to find his place in the world. 

by: Rebecca Taylor

I want to start by telling you to never give up, no matter what anyone tells you. The people who tell you that you cannot accomplish something are either pessimistic, jealous, afraid for you or are too caught up in their preconceived ideas to realize that maybe you’re onto something. That something could be wonderful, or new or imaginative or that you’re so passionate about that the thought of abandoning it is enough to bring you to tears and make you feel like the entire universe has stopped spinning around you. There are more people than I can count who told me that I shouldn’t make changes to clothing designs or that there was something wrong with me for having my very unique style. The truth is there is nothing wrong with me. I’m just a guy who had a vision, one that was unheard of at the time.

For a long time, I had to wear hand me downs because my family didn’t have much money. I was in high school when I got my first real break. All boys and girls had to do sewing projects in home economics class. We were given material and told to come up with an idea of what we wanted to make. I decided that I wanted to come up with a really cool t-shirt and I did. To be honest, it didn’t look that good because my ability to use the sewing machine was very poor but I still liked what I had come up with and I told myself that one day I was going to get it right. Instead of using my birthday money to go to the store and buy clothes, I went to thrift stores and bought different items that I liked but that needed my own personal touch. I’d take designs from one shirt and add them to another. Some people just gave me funny looks, some of them told me I was crazy and should be doing other things like trying out for the basketball team. I played sports but that didn’t give me the same sort of thrill as wearing really cool clothes did and that I’d found a way to afford those clothes and give them my own touch made me proud. Some of the other students even tried to bully me because I was different. Fortunately, I’ve never been the quiet sort and I managed to get my message across that they weren’t the ones wearing the clothes so why did they care.

I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I got out of high school. The idea of being a clothing designer never crossed my mind because I’d been given so much flack about my own clothes from so many people. There were some though who applauded my passion and I fed off of the good energy and tried not to dwell on the bad too much, even though it much more frequent than the good. I got a job working in a sporting goods store selling. I got to choose the clothing that I wanted to wear in that store and I used my creativity and much improved sewing skills to come up with some interesting work duds. I often incorporated a sports theme into the design. A co-worker asked if I’d make him a few shirts that he could wear to work. I was only too happy to oblige. This was my first sale and it got me thinking that other people might wear my designs, so I put together a few other shirts. My boss gave me permission to sell them in the store. He was skeptical but willing to give me a try. I felt determined to prove to him that the clothing I liked to wear could become a trend. In time the shirts sold and I made others. I began to experiment with the designs, having a clientele enhanced my passion and my desire to push my limits even further.  One day I attended a corporate event with my girlfriend and saw someone wearing one of my shirts with their suit coat, I was amazed.  I realized that I had created something that couldn’t be bought in most stores. Without trying, I’d created a blend of luxury clothing and streetwear. That moment, I knew I wanted to give everyone a chance to buy my clothing. That led me to where I am today, starting my own clothing company. I couldn’t be happier knowing that I never gave up and that what started out as making clothing for me, turned into so much more. I know it is cliché to say a dream come true, but that’s really what this is, one wilder that I could ever have imagined.

Field of Dreams

by: Rebecca Taylor

Things had seemed so simple when Amy Bowers was twelve and she and her friends sat around the meadow pulling the petals off the daisies with each one saying, “He loves me, he loves me not.” The truth then was it was all for fun and she didn’t know what she was wanting from a boy. Fast forward ten years and Amy was twenty-two and trying to decide whether Mitch Coeler was worth her time. He was a nice guy; she would give him that but was he the guy? Did she want to try to make it with him or should she be looking elsewhere? They were compatible as far as that went, they both loved watching scary movies and hockey and curling on television, and they enjoyed Vietnamese cuisine. He was a good cook and she didn’t like to cook, but she didn’t mind doing the dishes afterwards. The meadow in spring time stretched out with all the dandelions and spring flowers bright and colourful. Now, the dandelions had turned to fluff, would that happen to her life too, all of a sudden it would be bright and beautiful – full of hope and dreams and the next thing she knew she would be looking back at what had been. The problem was she didn’t know if Mitch was supposed to be part of her future but she also didn’t want to look back and regret his not being there. Amy had dreams for the future and they stretched out farther than the field. She knew she wanted to be successful in her career as a graphic designer, and that she wanted children. She could close her eyes and see herself bringing them to the meadow and watching them run around and spreading out a blanket and enjoying a picnic. The thing was in that fantasy, she could see the children with their smiles and a handful of flowers outstretched to her but she couldn’t see the children’s father. She hoped for a happy relationship and wanted the children to have a dad who was always there but she didn’t know who he was. Sitting on the warm grass watching the gentle breeze pull the dandelion fuzz into the distance made her feel lonely and usually she loved the quiet solitude of the meadow. Mitch had asked her to move in with him when he had seen a great opportunity on a nice apartment. He had told her it could be their home, but as much as he mattered she didn’t know if they could last or if they did would they be able to be happy always? The news was bleak on relationships and while she had always heard her grandma talk about the seven year honeymoon period, the radio was claiming it lasted two and a half years after marriage. If she just lived with Mitch, could they keep their relationship fresh, knowing that while they chose to be together, they were not tied together? Would the non-existent ties keep them together because they knew that they had to try? Was monogamy over-rated? Too many thoughts were running through her head when a hand on her shoulder interrupted her. Startled, she turned her head to face whoever was behind her.

                “I figured you’d be here,” said Mitch. “You didn’t sound so good on the phone this morning.” He sat beside her and pulled her close so that her head was resting on his shoulder.

                “I was just thinking about us. I don’t know if I can move in with you or not. I’m scared.”

                “Don’t you think everyone is when it comes to this?” he asked, “I didn’t make the decision to ask you to live with me lightly. I like the way I feel when I’m with you, enough to give this a try. There are no guarantees on relationships, just love and hope.”

                “Are they enough?” asked Amy, “To keep us together?”

                “I’d like to think so. You mean the world to me, Amy Bowers. Today, I can’t think of being with anyone but you.”

                “But that’s just it, that’s today. Today, I want to be with you too, but what if enough tomorrows come that we change our minds?”

                “What if enough tomorrows come that we don’t. Are you willing to walk away from me today because of something that might happen?”

                “No,” answered Amy, “At this moment, I don’t want to think of my life without you here beside me. I’m happier when I’m in your arms.”

                “And every morning that’s how you’re going to wake up. And if our hearts are as happy or happier than they are now, we will both be blessed.”

                Amy smiled, snuggling in closer to Mitch. For the moment, she could imagine life with Mitch as they sat together watching their babies grow. Neither of them knew what was beyond the field, but she wondered if maybe sometimes you didn’t need to know, because what was in front of you could be plenty to smile about.

 

The Express Lane to Danger (pt. 3)

The following is third of four installments in the series. Stay tuned for part four, coming out in March!

Read Part 1: Dreams Come True

Read Part 2: Integrity International

 

“I had two dreams this weekend,” I said when my turn came. “First, Seymour found out about us.”

“Is Seymour the manager of Express?” A girl whispered to another.

“Yes, Seymour was my boss,” I replied. “I don’t know how he found out, but he did. His face was as red as an apple That dream was on Friday night. By now, he most likely knows we exist and that we’re are after him. Second dream was last night. There was this guy. Red shirt with the Express logo on it, blue jeans, and a Cubs baseball cap. He was walking out with a package…”

“A special delivery package? With a fatal message inside?” Someone interrupted.

I nodded. “The address label was printed in red ink, and I learned when I worked there that red denotes a special delivery. The guy had a widow’s peak, slicked back almost-black hair, and a freckle below his left eye. We need to find him.”

The room sat in wait. Finally the silence was broken.

“I’m so jealous,” cried one girl.

I could only stare in surprise.

“I’ve never had a dream so clear before,” she continued.

“Me either,” complained a man sitting across from me. “Do you know how many dreams I’ve had of special deliveries tacking place? Two hundred and six. I could never see the face. Never got an ID.” He shook his head and his frown deepened. “And I’ve worked here for 12 years.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Now Bob,” Skylar jumped in. “Give the girl a break. She may be new, but if she’s helped us get solid evidence on this case, then we all owe her one.”

Bob rolled his eyes. I swallowed. I wasn’t anticipating the hard feelings.

“You may want to know where the package was addressed to.”

Bob threw his hands in the air. “She can even see the writing on the package?”

“It was addressed here.” A solemn silence set in. “I’m only saying that because it ought to make us feel grateful. At least we know we can catch him before the package gets here.”

“Cammie’s right.” Skylar nodded and put a hand on my back. “We’ll catch this guy for sure. We have to.”

Things happened fast at Integrity International. I sat down with a sketch artist and we identified and found the man in my dream within minutes. By lunch time, the man in my dream was brought into custody.  We had some of our agents as well as FBI agents interrogating him as to where the package contents were. It took six hours, but our suspect broke. He told us where the package was, and he took a deal. A chance of probation if he pled guilty and told us everything he knew. He was looking at a hefty sentence, and we had enough to know he was guilty of conspiracy and attempted murder, so the odds were in his favor to spill the story.

Before the day was over, the FBI investigated the Express building and hundreds of unshipped poisons, explosives, and booby-trapped, knife-filled packages. Every case that had been suspected to be done by Express had never had solid evidence. They cleaned up their crime scenes well. At last we had more than heresy.

And so, Express Shipping – the worst shipping company in all of history – would be no more. I knew I should be ecstatic. I’d been there one week and already we’d cracked the biggest case our company had ever seen. Still, I could help but feel a sense of foreboding. We’d only solved one of the world’s problems.

That evening Adam called me into his office. My mind had cleared a bit and the dream from last week was on my mind. I had to be proactive about this. Just as I’d learned with the dreams of crimes that would take place, the dream didn’t mean the action would take place. If nothing changed, then the dream would happen. I needed to change this course of action. I took a deep breath and walked into his office.

“I’ve just bought this shirt, what do you think of it?”

“Excuse me?” The shirt was a striped button down; it was bright and blue and brought out his eyes perfectly.

“I’m the young one here, you know. I keep trying to look professional but can’t seem to get it right. What do you think?”

“It looks… fine. Professional, I guess.”

“But?”

“But I… I hate blue.” Maybe if I was mean to him, he wouldn’t want to flirt with me. I would change the current course of things and the dream of him flirting with me would mean nothing.

He frowned. “What? How can you hate blue?”

“Well, I do. It’s just not a very… pretty color at all. Sorry.” I wanted to punch myself. I’d always been terrible at being mean.

“Well. To each his own, right?” He sighed and shrugged. “I really called you in to say congratulations. You performed wonderfully today.”

“Thanks.”

Suddenly a thought came to me. When I first met Adam, he knew I was a dreamer, and he knew what I dreamt about. I leaned forward and looked him in the eyes. “So, do you still know what I’ve dreamt about?” I asked, looked him in the eye. “What did I dream about last night?”

“What?” He chuckled.

I eased back a bit. “Sorry. I just had a hunch that you could tell what my dreams are. I mean, when you met me, you told me everything I had dreamt about so far. If you can do that, you don’t need me here.”

He shook his head, still chuckling. “You’ve got it all wrong. When mentors are assigned to a budding dreamer, they discover their first couple dreams. It helps with credibility, you know, if a mentor can tell the dreamer that they know they have dreams.” He shrugs. “You’re no longer a mentor, so I’m no lover privy to that information. Does that clear things up?”

I nodded, slowly taking this in. “Thanks.”

He looked at me with an amused gleam in his eye. “Are you dreaming things you don’t want me to know about?”

“Not at all,” I said coolly.  “I better go. I need to regroup with… my group.” One question was answered. I still didn’t know why I had that dream in the first place. I certainly had no feelings for him now.  I had too many other things to worry about.

Integrity International (pt. 2)

This is the second installment of a previously posted story, Dreams Come True. The third installment will be published in February.

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On my first day at my new job, I approached my company’s building. It was small portion of an strip mall with darkened windows and a sign smaller than the building’s address label announced the building was called “Integrity.” Squinting at the sign, I knew I was in the right place. Before I could reach the door, a guard in sunglasses appeared from around the corner. “Miss Camille Kenrick?”

“Yes. Call me Cammie.” I stuck out my hand, but he didn’t even bother shaking it.

“I will escort you inside to Mr. Adam and the rest of the team.” He ushered me through one set of darkened glass doors. “Finger, please.”

“What?”

“Your fingerprint is your key to get in. Press your index finger here.”

I did so, the keypad beeped and the door buzzed open. I opened the door to see another dimly lit foyer, with another set of doors in front of me. “You will need to create an eleven digit code. It will serve as your second pass code to get in.”

“Eleven?”

“Yes.”

“Right, of course. How am I to remember that?”

My escort rolled his eyes. “Find a way.”

After coming up with that code, and two more, I was finally able to get on an elevator and head to the right floor. The elevator’s doors dinged open. A sea of heads turned to stare at me. I picked out Adam’s face among them.

“You’re late,” he said with a wry grin.

“I would have been on time, but you failed to mention that security clearance takes almost half an hour,” I said sourly, yet with a smile on my face.

“I didn’t mention that?” Adam shrugged. “Remembering things like that isn’t my gift. You’re just in time for our meeting.” He turned to his room of employees. “Our newest member, Cammie Kenrick.”

The room erupted in vigorous, genuine applause. I made a little, anxious wave at all my new co-workers.

“She came to us from the inside – from Express itself. She’ll be a great asset here.”

The guard pointed me towards an empty chair and then disappeared into the elevator. I sat down slowly, next to a brunette girl with pin straight hair down to her waist. She smiled at me. I smiled too, but crossed my arms and gripped them tightly across my chest. I knew we were all supposed to be on the same side, but how was I really supposed to know who to trust?

“In the last few weeks, we’ve been focusing on mentoring the new dreamers and on any cases that might come up. With all that, Express went down, down in our priorities. Now it’s back up, right were it should be at number one. We need to shut that place down. Group 1, you will go undercover to Express, and pose as costumers shipping a package. Cammie will be available to answer any questions that she can about how they operate, and we want even more of us to know what it’s like inside that building. Group 2, contact the Integrity group in Korea and see if they have any hits on that bomb case. Groups 3, you’re our dreamers.  Be hypersensitive to your visions this week, alright? Write every dream down, tell each other what you know. We need all the information we can get.”

The room broke up into soft conversations. The blonde girl grabbed my elbow. “I’m Skylar. You’re with us, in group three.”

I frowned. “How’d you know?”

“That you’re a dreamer?” She grinned. “You act like you have something to hide and something to lose. I used to act like that too, but I learned to open up.”

“Oh. Right.”

Suddenly Adam was beside us. “Thanks for taking her under your wing, Skylar, but I need to steal her away.”

He pulled gently aside and into his office. “You find our place okay?” He asked, rearranging files on his desk.

“Sure. I was looking for a bigger sign, though.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s the thing. We don’t want to advertise that we’re Integrity International:  an Agency Dedicated to Stopping Hit Men and Hit Agencies.”

I shrugged. “Makes sense.”

“I just wanted to tell you how happy we are to have you.”

That was not what I expected. “Thank you.” Suddenly I noticed how beautiful blue his eyes were. I hadn’t noticed that the first two times I’d met him. He looked so young to be in such an important job like this.

“… if you ever need anything, know that we are all here to help.” He paused, thinking. “I’m  going to be double assigning you. You’re in Group 3, with the other dreamers, but you’ll also be on the special task force that I’m creating as we speak.”

I nodded. “And what will that entail?”

“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” He answered.

The day passed by in a blur, as first days often do. I returned home that evening and collapsed on the couch. My brain was overwhelmed with operation plans and confidentiality agreements and undercover protocol. I must have fallen asleep – not a restful kind of sleep, but sleep nonetheless. Just like I did during most sleep, I had a dream. This one was odd.

Adam was leaning closer to me. His beautiful sea blue eyes watching me with sincerity and care. “Cammie, you’re a novel in a sea of magazines.”

“Baby, you’re too kind,” I said, staring into his alluring eyes.

And I woke up with a start. That tiny snapshot of the future gave me reason to pace around my living room for the rest of the evening. The way his eyes looked. “No, no,” I yelled to the empty room. “This can’t happen.” Already my dreams were diverging. I was supposed to dream about what those on my side wanted. Those on my side. My eyes grew wide. Adam was on my side. He wanted that dream to happen? He wanted that? I shook my head. There had to be a margin of error when it came to a dreamer’s dreams. This one had to be a fluke.

I was lost in my thoughts and did not realize someone else had entered the room.

“Where’ve you been?” It was my mother.

“I fell asleep.”

A pouting child, my younger brother, trailed behind my mother. “You didn’t remember you had to help your brother with homework tonight?”

“Mom, I can’t…”

“Well, it’s his bed time now. See if you can take off work early tomorrow. He wants you to help him with his math.”

My mom shepherded Austin up the stairs to send him off to bed.

I exhaled slowly. I loved my second grade brother dearly, but I was eager to have my own life. Eager to rent my own apartment. Eager to earn my first paycheck so I could do just that.

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