-untitled- (2)

She knows my name.  How does she know my name? Who is she?! For a moment time freezes, I stand up stumbling on the heels and before I can stop myself I stutter loudly.

“Ye… Yes, it’s me!
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“I’m in the kitchen! The children will be home in an hour, want to help me with dinner?”

Children? Do I babysit? What the hell is happening? I better answer her before she comes over here. Think fast Isa!

“Uhm… No, I… I don’t feel good! “

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“What’s wrong? Do you need me?”!

I can hear her voice getting closer, say something, quick! I reach for the stairs…

“NO! You keep cooking! I’m going to, ugh, lay down for a bit!”

I bolt for the stairs and I hear her walk away.  I can breathe again. WHAT is happening? Am I dreaming? Instinctively I pinch myself. Nope, not dreaming, that hurt.

There are some pictures on the wall at the top of the stairs, going up I stop and look at them. Louie is coming up the stairs distracting me before noticing exactly what the pictures are of. It’s a wedding picture, it’s MY wedding picture. I look down at my hands again noticing the tan line surrounding my ring finger.

This has got to be a dream.

I am wearing a beautiful, simple, white satin dress falling along the sides of my body into a modest length train, a strip of delicate lace patterned waistband with crossed lines decorated with crystals in the junctions, and there she is, the face behind the voice from the kitchen.

She is wearing a white linen suit, fitted to her body, sandy shirt, ivory bow tie, impeccable hairdo.  I stand before her portrait motionless; something inside of me knows her. My stomach fills with knots and I reach out to the picture, she is so beautiful and her eyes, so full of love and warmth.

Who is this woman? What’s her name? How did we meet?

Next to the wedding picture is a family portrait. I stare at the picture speechless, tracing the outline of the faces with the tip of my fingers. Twins, a boy and a girl, they must be about 8? The kids, our kids, my kids, I’m getting dizzy, this can’t be good.

Author's Note

This is the follow up of untitled, a story i'm writting.

Reviews

[skiayly]

I really like the story so far and I hope you keep writing it! But I kinda wish you had a title and they was a little bit longer.