Post by cloudmonet on May 26, 2006 15:12:52 GMT -5
Ron opened his eyes. As Kim said, he was lying in a hospital bed, IV tubes taped to his wrinkled hands, a telepathy helmet on his head. He looked at Kim, who removed her own telepathy helmet from her long white hair and smiled through her tears. “Baby,” she said, pulling his head toward her breasts and covering it with little kisses. “You came back to me, you came back. I love you so much.”
“Kimmie,” he said with a wheezy whisper. “Will you marry me? I gotta a ’gagement ring for you.”
“Yes, Ron, yes,” she said, gently kissing the old man’s dry lips. “I’ll marry you every time you forget we’ve already been married for fifty nine years!”
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From my story, "Mind Out Of Time, Part One: Doing Time."
www.carlmillerpoems.com/618.1mootdoingtime.html
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