When past meets the future

Ever since my mother handed  me, what we laughingly called the family jewels, I have been obsessed with its history what went before. Was it a history of wise men or of fools. As soon as it was placed into my hand I became its keeper and I felt my life and its history became laced entwined the same.

I sit here at my computer working late I lean back to ease my spine. Suddenly I see a flash of a woman working at her embroidery her stance the same as mine. I am intrigued, in truth I need to know who is                     this woman and why does she haunt me so.

My friends are all complaining , they ring me all the time. Urging me to join them they do not understand. My time just now is not mine. I have to find her, I have to know, her life is linked with mine the family tree tells me so. Hours I have spent researching the 16th century and it has paid off as there is so much of our family to see.

Carmel, she even had my name and her husband was a mighty lord, a knight of some renown. He was a fair man and ruled with kindness his domain. I found a painting of them upon the ramparts high.He was handing her a necklace which looks like mine. A  fact you can’t deny. A look of joy  between them as they are set against the evening sky.

Okay, I give in, I really need some sleep the information will still be here tomorrow my search for knowledge will keep. Turning off the computer the painting the last thing I see I slink off to bed closing  the study door quietly.

Gently now don’t wake him he too has had a long day, and he will only chide me for staying up so late, he cares in his own way.I was so tired and quickly I slipped into the sleep of the just or was it the dead the thoughts of Carmel Athloe gentle floating about my head.

The sun was out as we arose, such a beautiful day, lets visit the Athloe castle,your namesake lets go, Mike said, lets go today. I was in the shower and could not believe my ears , he always teased me about that fact my family own the  the ruin but had not lived there in two hundred years.

A quick call round to friends and a picnic soon prepared. It felt good to be going there a chance to clear the air. The food the wine the company the sun and sea too was glorious and our friends all said  how lucky we were to own this spot I replied  that, that, was true.

As evening arrived I went up upon the ramparts high there I stood my back to the sea as I gazed towards the sky. Breeze came up , my hair began to fly then as I looked down about to jump from my place on the rampart I could not believe my eyes. For standing right in front of me was Carmel from the painting. The golden glow of evening seemed to slip away all was odd and all was changed every thing had gone grey.

We stood so close, we were so alike she gently touched my face and ask from whence I came we both told each other things that we could not explain. This gentle Carmel was besotted by me and my necklace too, it seemed irrelevant but I seemed to feel that very soon she would have one too. She was so gentle and and delicate in every way, then I remembered reading that she would soon have a child ,before I turned and left her I told her so and she smiled.

I hear Mike and the others calling, Carmel was smiling at me her husband drawing near I felt something inside me move, my heart beat moved up a gear.

All of a sudden I awoke to see Mike standing over me his eyes were full of fear. Oh! my God you frightened us why did you disappear we looked for you everywhere  and then we find you fainted here.

Again next morning I was up and out early I had a mission in mind I headed towards the chemist the answer to a little test I had to find. I guess I have the answer but I needed to see it and know that it was true. I think Carmel and I had something more in common, true…………….

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. vampireweather
    Sep 16, 2011 @ 03:27:33

    so craftily woven, this story…great thoughts! Makes me appreciate heirlooms and people more 🙂

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    • willowdot21
      Sep 16, 2011 @ 11:13:17

      Thanks for commenting. I believe that all future and past are connected on one continuum. ( I think I have made a word up I mean life is a circle and time is a thief) All will be and all has been! have a good day :o)

      Reply

  2. bunnythewabbit
    Sep 16, 2011 @ 04:45:59

    Wow!! Loved this!

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  3. willowdot21
    Sep 16, 2011 @ 11:08:49

    Thank you , I am glad you did , did you read the second part , When Future meets past? It was just an odd idea I had buzzing around in my head! Thanks for visiting and commenting ! have a good day :o)

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  4. penpusherpen
    Sep 16, 2011 @ 15:56:21

    This is a wonderfully interlinked and interwoven storyline Willow, the past, future, and the present all are joined together and always will be. So it’s reasonable to assume we can communicate somehow. I have a fascination for time travel, and stories to that effect, …. there are more things in this life that are unexplained, and we can always use our imagination to fill the gaps. (or so I think) xPenx

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    • willowdot21
      Sep 16, 2011 @ 19:33:51

      Thanks Pen,I am interested in time and it’s quirks too. As you say there are more things in heaven and earth. I was concerned as to how it would work out , I am glad you enjoyed it! willowx

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