Happy Friday, Readers! I’m back with another Friday Fictioneers story about Nick and Emmeline. If you are just joining us, you can catch up and start reading Nick and Emmeline’s story here.
As always, special thanks to Rochelle for providing us with our weekly prompt, and today we thank J. Hardy Carroll for the photo.
We Almost Lost It
It was sudden. Hearing her voice, seeing her smile…it was like the floor disappeared beneath him. Nick set the coffee down heavily on the nearest available surface and half stumbled over to her bedside.
Silently Emmeline held out her hand for him to take. Gently Nick brought it to his lips. “I thought…” his voice cracked. “I thought I might lose you,” he said. He bowed his head, his breathing ragged.
“But you didn’t,” Emmeline said softly, giving his hand a weak squeeze.
Nick sat frozen, an untouched cup of coffee from a nurse in his hand.
At the sound of footsteps he looked up. A doctor stood there. “Mr. Ramsey? She’s asking for you.”
Nick entered the room with trepidation. Emmeline lay on the hospital bed, an IV in her arm and hooked up to a heart monitor. It beeped steadily. Her eyes were closed but as he pulled the door shut she opened them.
“This isn’t what I meant when I asked you to meet me for coffee, Nicholas.”
Her soft smile was all it took for him to breakdown completely.
Happy Friday, Readers! I think this week just flew by, didn’t it? Already it’s time for Friday Fictioneers with our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week our prompt photo is provided by our host, Rochelle.
As I have been for the past month or two, I will continue the story of Nicholas and Emmeline. There’s been a little tension between the two of them in the past two weeks…there’s more to Emmeline than meets the eye and Nicholas isn’t sure how to handle that. We’ll see what happens today…
In A Blink
Nick burst into the hospital room, his jacket and tie askew and skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. The doctor and nurses looked up in alarm. “You can’t be in here,” said one the nurses, striding forward.
Nick didn’t move, he just stared at the operating table and the woman laying unconscious on it.
“Nurse!” said the doctor sharply, pointing with a bloody glove.
“I’m sorry sir, you have to stay in the waiting room. That’s the best thing you can do for your wife right now.”
Nick couldn’t take his eyes off of Emmeline. Dazed, he said, “But she isn’t my wife yet.”
Happy Friday my dear Readers! It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo is provided by Sandra Cook (and I really love it!). Today I am continuing the love story of Emmeline and Nicholas. If you missed last week’s story, you may want to check it out here before reading this one. Enjoy!
A Change in the Wind
“Are you going to go up Sir, or do you plan on standing outside all day?”
Nick jumped then shrugged, giving the doorman a sheepish smile. “I don’t want to disturb her, Miles.”
The impeccable doorman barely blinked before saying, “Miss Price always has time for you, Mr. Ramsey.”
Nick swallowed hard as he looked up the picturesque building, the yellow-white stone gleaming in the sun, with its Grecian columns and blooming flower boxes, feeling out of place. They hadn’t spoken since the strange moment in the graveyard, but now he knew Emmeline was hiding something from him.
Happy Friday Readers! Another week has come and gone already! I’m sorry for skipping last week, but I’m back again with another Friday Fictioneers adventure with Emmeline and Nicholas. And since I missed last week…I made this story 200 words instead of the usual 100. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
Special thanks to Rochelle for always providing a prompt (even when some of us skip a week) and to Liz Young for this week’s photo!
Outside of the World
The frost tipped grass crunched under Nick’s oxford shoes as he made his way through the tiny cemetery. Most of the stones were crumbling, their names and dates faded or illegible.
Suddenly he saw her. She was sitting on a stone bench, hands folded in her lap. For a second Nick hesitated, unwilling to disturb her, but she shifted and looked up, catching sight of him immediately.
“Nicholas? what are you doing here? Is anything wrong?”
“Your office told me I could find you here,” Nick said. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come, it’s nothing important…” He turned to leave.
“Wait,”said Emmeline, rising to her feet. Nick stopped. “I come here to think sometimes.” She reached out and took his hand, pulling him back towards the bench.
“Why here?” The cemetery was old. No one had probably been buried there for over 50 years.
Emmeline shrugged. “It’s peaceful. Quiet. I feel outside of the world here.”
Nick looked around. His eye caught on the tombstone directly in front of them. His eyes widened. “That’s your name!” he cried, jumping up to look closer at the faded letters. He touched the stone. “How strange!”
It’s Good Friday, Readers! Can you believe Easter is just a day away?
I’m still rolling with our two characters, Emmeline Price and Nicholas Ramsey. We’ll continue their adventures in today’s Friday Fictioneers. Special thanks to Rochelle for the prompt and Dale Rogerson for providing the photo!
“When I imagined us having dinner for the first time, I’ll admit this wasn’t what I had in mind.”
A smile tugged at her lips. “Oh?” asked Emmeline.
Nick felt his ears get hot. He cleared his throat. “Not that I imagined it a lot, mind you.” He shrugged and stared at the bottle of Barbera wine on the table between them.
“And what’s wrong with a bottle of wine and a classic deep dish pizza?” Emmeline asked. Her smile never left her face as she lifted a slice to her mouth for a bite.
Nick sat in the hall outside the main office of Eastside Foster Home. Emmeline was inside, discussing an upcoming event to raise money for the home’s much needed repairs. Nick shifted in his seat and eyed the faded wallpaper and dull overhead lights. There was a faint musty smell to the place.
Suddenly a small boy appeared in the hall, dressed in a shabby uniform. He gazed at Nick unabashedly, then at the closed office door. “Are you and the angel going to take one of us home?” he asked.
“Angel?” Nick sputtered.
The boy looked solemn. “That’s what Miss Ellis calls her. Our Answering Angel.”