Hello, dear Readers! Is it really Friday already? This week has flown by! Time again for Friday Fictioneers, picking up Nick and Emmeline’s story where we left off last week with mysterious messages, someone named Constantine, and chatty receptionists.
Happy Friday, Readers! As promised, I am back (on time) with Friday Fictioneers! This week we have an interesting photo prompt, courtesy of Claire Sheldon. (Who saves staples like that?)
We are still following our interesting couple, Emmeline and Nick, who are now home from the hospital after Emmeline’s accident. Their trials are far from over…
Thank you to Rochelle for always providing our Friday prompts!
“Bless my soul, Emmeline Price, what happened to you?” cried Mary Ann in her thick Boston accent. “Who’s your man?” She leaned over the desk. In a faux whisper, she said, “He’s a fine piece of real estate!”
Emmeline sighed covered her eyes with her hand while Nick hastily turned his laugh into a cough. “I was in an accident, and this is Nicholas Ramsey. Do I have any messages?”
“Hmm?” Mary Ann tore her gaze from Nick and popped her gum bubble. “Oh yeah, loads. All from a guy named Constantine. Weird name.”
“Miss Price is sleeping, but stable. You can sit with her if you like.”
Nick didn’t need told twice. Quietly he entered her room. In the corner her heart monitor beeped slow and steady. He sat down beside her bed, fiddling with the rosary still in his hands. “Stay with me, Emmy,” he whispered.
Moved by an urge to be doing something, anything – he pulled out his phone and opened his last search – “How to Pray the Rosary.” He didn’t believe in this stuff, but it was better than nothing. Hesitantly, he started to pray.
Happy Friday my lovely readers! I may be on vacation, but I wouldn’t skip a week of Friday Fictioneers if I could help it! Especially after last week when I left Nick and Emmeline in a precarious position…again. (sorry, not sorry). Be sure to check out last week’s post if you missed it.
As always, special thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for providing us with these weekly prompts and this week to Sarah Potter for the photo. Even if it isn’t too obvious, I do take some bit of inspiration of each week’s photo in my story.
Pass The Time
Nick was stuck in the waiting room, again.
Behind him he could hear the clock ticking. Every second felt like an eternity, every tick reminded him of the fading blips on Emmeline’s heart monitor.
He fidgeted with his fingers.
“Here you go, son.” Nick jerked his head up to see a stout old woman in a housecoat offering him a string of beads. A crucifix dangled from the end of them. Nick recoiled.
“I’m not religious,” he blurted.
“That your woman in there?”
Nick nodded and the rosary fell into his hand. “It will help,” she promised before shuffling away.
Happy Friday, dear Readers! I’m back again with Friday Fictioneers and the continuing drama of Nick and Emmeline. Special thanks to Rochelle for always posting a prompt for us and Karung for this week’s photo. Enjoy this week’s story!
My Heart Skipped A Beat
“I love you, Emmeline Price.”
Nick’s words hung in the air. Beside the bed, the heart monitor faltered and skipped a beat before increasing in speed. A luminous smile broke out on Emmeline’s face and she squeezed Nick’s hand tighter.
Nick returned her squeeze, suddenly feeling light-headed. His own heart beat fast in his chest. He thought maybe he should sit down, but his body was rooted in place.
“Oh Nicholas, I-” Emmeline stopped as a spasm of pain wracked her body. The heart monitor skipped a beat, then another.
“Nurse!” Nick cried, alarmed. He wasn’t going to lose her.
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.