The Hall Of RecordsA Story by Michael ReismanHenry met some old friends he used to know. They greeted him
with open arms, both male and female. Eventually he got used to his new
surroundings and settled into a new way of life. Favorite places were visited
from before and some of them brought back a lot of fond memories. One particular
place triggered a name that he used to know and he wondered about her. One of
his former friends he confided in about this matter and got some good advice.
Henry was told about the hall of records. Easy to find and in alphabetical order
was the name he was looking for. Isabel had signed the register just like all
newcomers do. It was only after three days after he had checked in himself that
she did also. Her address was listed as he drove to her home just a few miles
away. Favorite flowers were clutched in one hand as the other rang the doorbell.
Her eyes opened wide as she answered the door and recognized him right away.
"Come in my dear Henry, we have so much to talk about". She told him how she was
going to look him up in the hall of records to see if he had arrived or not.
"Well, I guess I found you first", he replied. Old lovers hugged and kissed once
again as now it was their permanent time together. A register is signed when you
check in at the hall of records. It is a place called Heaven where one can be
looked up and visited. For Henry and Isabel it was only a matter of three days
apart on arrival. Her favorite flowers were on display at their outdoor wedding
shortly afterwards. It was a heavenly ceremony as a choir of Angels sang in the
background. Good time for former lovers where one finds the other in the hall of
records...
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Added on December 8, 2014 Last Updated on December 8, 2014 AuthorMichael ReismanEastchester, NYAboutMy new website is My new website is michaelsbooksofshortstories.godaddysites.com My email address is [email protected] more..Writing
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