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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Someone Found

Christ, how she wanted the world to be fair just this one time, wanted fair to be more than another extraneous four-letter word thrown into the mix. She wanted it to be her turn at fair.

Tasha pulled in a deep breath, immediately regretted the effort then struggled to push it back out. It hurt – what the hell didn’t hurt? Pain radiated; white-hot pricks hammered her nerve endings as the anesthetizing effect of adrenaline from her fall wore off. Tiny breaths, then. She labor-panted and fought to stay conscious.

She couldn’t pass out. She had to hold on for the medics. If she lost her fight against the pressing blackness, she would lose the last of Demitri. Again. And this time felt like it would be forever. She closed her battered fingers into a fist and suffered through the pain, welcoming it as a sign that she was still here, still in control. Like a mantra, she used the anguish of her injuries to call out to him.

Little more than mist in her in mind, Demitri was ghostly visible but impossibly intangible. And yet, with the barest thought of him a sense of completeness filled her; somehow whole as though she’d been mended, healed through his very essence. His face was only a blur of angles, his smell antiseptically removed, even the sound of his voice faded. Elvira and her magical jumping had left this hole in her. Yet some tiny thread of remembrance needled Tasha, pricking and refusing to be still.

Sirens shrieking in the summer air ground to a halt with a squall of tires. The dull thud of doors clunked, bags popping against the cement, footsteps pounding on the pavement. Sounded like the medical cavalry had arrived.

A breeze, the poorest excuse for any air at all, brushed against her cheek, and sudden fire heated her skin. He was there in that touch, the warmth of his fingers, the surety of his caress, as though time had bent from one century to another, and he reached through for her.

“Demitri,” the plea whispered from her.

“I’m here, my love.”

Sensations rushed at her: sandalwood and cigars, the husky timbre of his voice, the warmth of his breath. Another caress feathered her skin, this one firmer, more real, and intently now. Tasha opened her eyes. Demitri’s beloved face filled her vision, close and concerned, the crisp press of an EMT uniform covering the width of his broad shoulders, the strength of his muscular thigh snug near her side. He was all things alive and wonderful.

“Are you real?” she breathed.

“Always.” His fingers gently soothed her cheek. “You needed only say no to Elvira, to willingly release the penance and make the choice for love. For us. The power has always been inside you to break the spell, sweetheart.”

“I will love you forever, Demitri,” she promised.

“And beyond.” He sealed his pledge with a single brush of his lips before he straightened and with professional efficiency popped the earpieces of a stethoscope into place. He warmed the metal disc with his breath before placing it against her heart. “Now, let’s make sure forever last an eternity.”

7 comments:

L.A. Mitchell said...

An EMT...yum. I honestly don't know how you managed to wrap this up, but I love it. Brava, Sandra :)

Mary Karlik said...
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Mary Karlik said...

Beautiful, simply beautiful!

Mary Karlik said...

Beautiful, simply beautiful!

Dee Shaffer said...

I agree with L.A. you managed to do quite well on that ending. Loved it!

Sherry A Davis said...

This. Is. Amazing.

I mean it, you've outdone yourself. You made us wait but it was so worth it :)

You've tied up all the threads so tightly. You're a damn good writer, woman!

This is so gut-wrenching and climactic. I know it'll turn out okay but I don't know how until he steps out of that ambulance and speaks to her.

Everyone gets their payoff. Sweet!

Confessions of A Mississippi Mom said...

Excellent writing, very talented. Going to check out the rest of your profile.