The Last People on Earth VI – Dinner for Two

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He didn’t ask her anymore, and didn’t need to. Miriam began weeping, and instinct told him to embrace her, so they embraced each other. He reached her some Kleenex. “I’m sorry!”, she said. “Never be sorry for emotions that can heal you”, and he assured her it was ok. Miriam burst out with, “I’ve made such a mess of things today!”, and she wept even more. He held her closer, (she was sitting down) until the waves of grief passed. He smiled at her, taking her face in his hands, letting her know it was good to be here, and that she could share more if she needed to. Their foreheads met, and she began to feel relieved. These moments were very special, drew them closer, and melted any ice there may have been lingering. They didn’t know it at the time, but years later they would still remember, these feelings, these moments, in Room 132.

Jeremiah wanted to lighten things up a bit, so after this, he got a wonderful gleam in his eye. He looked her square in the face and asked, “Should I help you with your leg now?”. Realizing he was hoping to see more of her, at the top of her leg, she smiled and said, “No, I can handle that on my own – thank you!” She took the peroxide from his hand, and they both chuckled. “Let me know if you need any stitches there!”, he said laughingly, heading towards the door. He loved her blend of French and African accent!

“Wait!” Miriam had a question, as his hand turned the door handle. He turned to her, and she asked, “How do you know so much about medicine and stitching the skin?” “I didn’t tell you?” “I was in medical school when the wars broke out, I went for 3 years”, he said. “Ah, I see”. Now it was her turn to smile, but she didn’t tell him why. As he went down to cook them some dinner, she was thinking……..well to be honest……she was embarrassed…….because she thinking about having babies, and he would do a wonderful job with the deliveries. She blushed, holding her hand over her mouth. She sure wished her Mama was alive to talk to right now. And she loved his red hair and freckles!

An hour later Miriam entered the dining room again, and the smells were intoxicating. “Fried potatoes”, she said out loud. She could smell grilled onions too, and some spices. Jeremiah poked his head out of the kitchen, saw her, and said dinner would be ready in 10 minutes. “We’re eating in the atrium tonight, I thought it would be good to see the sky as we eat.”

She reached for a chocolate mint he had left on the table for her, and unwrapped it, as he banged some pots and pans around in the kitchen. Suddenly there was a loud banging sound, of metal on metal, and “ouch!” that came from the kitchen. “Jeremiah??” Miriam was concerned and laughing, at the same time. “I’m alright!” he said.

Miriam thought the food was wonderful, and they did look at the beautiful, late summer sky. But mostly they talked. Miriam began to open up, and explained she was a bio-chemist. He was fascinated with her work. In fact, she had packed up her laboratory and had it in a trailer a few blocks away. She explained, “I was hoping to not go back to Canada”. He understood. He reached for her hand and said, “Regardless of our relationship, let’s make sure we stick together.”

No one mentioned anything about marriage, and they didn’t need to. They said good night in the hallway, and went to their separate rooms. She would have given herself freely to him that night, but he didn’t go down that road. He was giving her more time to heal, and she loved him for it. Besides………they would both know when the time was right.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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The Last People on Earth V – Healing

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Maybe he was right. It wasn’t easy being a woman, and 6’ 5” tall. As she sat up, she knew that her height was intimidating to men. Most of them never asked her for a date. Even though she was only 27 years old, she had worried about finding someone, in time. She had always wanted a family, and then the series of biological weapons were released on the world. She had lost all hope – that is until Jeremiah. And she loved that name.

Noticing her arm bleeding, she knew she needed help. She managed to get to her hands and knees, and then to her feet. Her right leg was a mess too. She panicked, she was injured, and she wondered if he would leave her. Taking a deep breath she calmed down, realizing that no, he would not do that. Maybe he was waiting for her.

As she made her way, limping to the door, she thought they both overreacted. It was his fault of course, but she knew she was sensitive to prejudice. Would the ghosts of East Africa, never leave her alone? “I’m still forgiving people.” She mumbled out loud.

Inside the dining room Jerry was ticked off, but not at Miriam. In fact, he was hoping and praying, she wouldn’t drive off. Maybe they could be friends. But he did look at the ceiling in disgust, and said, “What are you doing to me — to us!” “She hates me!” For some reason he started making a pot of coffee, where the employees normally would. Maybe he needed the warmth.

He heard the automatic doors open up, and he rushed to a nearby table, to play it cool. What should he say? She hobbled into the lobby, and for the first time he noticed how beautiful her clothing was, or had been. She was dressed in a beautiful, long, African dress, which was red, gold, and brown. The gold shimmered in the light. Her headdress was disheveled, but she was a beautiful woman, and she carried herself like a queen. Was she royalty?

She saw him looking at her, from the dining room, and said with her French-African accent, “Jeremiah I need some help”.  Five minutes later they opened the door to room 132. She noticed right away a bouquet of wildflowers, as they walked in. He had picked them from the front of the hotel. She turned to him, and he just smiled.

He began washing her arm, first in water, and then with hydrogen peroxide. Jeremiah seemed to really know what he was doing, and she noticed too, how gentle he was putting in a few stitches (with a sterilized needle). He then carefully wrapped her arm in a bandage. He said, “You know, I’m very sorry about what happened outside”. He wasn’t looking in her eyes, but at least he was talking. For some reason she felt she should be soft in her tone, so she gently said, “I know, I am too”. She meant it and he could tell. “Were you abused by white people?”, he asked, this time looking at her.

How did he know? How could he possibly have known? Tears began filling her eyes, and she said in a whisper, “Yes”.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth IV – Miriam

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The Hotel Westborough was a beautiful old place, completely made of bricks, with beautiful antique furniture in the dining room. When he pulled up, there was no one around. He was early, so he went inside to spruce up. He noticed there were no piles of clothing in the lobby, or in the dining room. “Thankfully”, he said out loud. After combing his hair and straightening his tie, he hung out in the lobby for a while. He tried texting her, to see where she was, but he heard a noise outside, and knew immediately it was a car door!

He headed for the front door, and saw a mini-van parked in the loading zone. It wasn’t until he got outside that he had the shock of his life. When she came around the van, and headed towards him, he was stunned. His jaw fell open, his eyes popped out, and he dropped his cell phone, which broke into at least 5 pieces. He actually stumbled as if he’d been struck. She stopped in her tracks.

“Oh God!”, he said out loud. She was tall, very, very tall, and thin. So thin, he wondered silently, if she was sick. She appeared to be African, complete with  traditional African clothing, including a huge headdress on top of her head, the size of a small basket. He wondered if she was Muslim, and fell to his knees, covering his face with his hands. “Oh God!” he said again, not realizing how this was affecting her.

She felt anger boiling in her chest, and head, coming down her arms and into her hands, forming into fists. She thought, “He hates me!!!” Everything in her was repulsed, she could kill him right here, but instead she shouted, “You pig!!” “You hateful, racist pig!!” Still clueless, he stood up saying, “What?….what do you mean?”

He took a step forward, and she backed up. “No! Stay away from me!”, she yelled. “You racist!” He was beginning to understand now and said, “No, no, that’s not it…..no, I’m not a racist!” He took another step towards her. “Don’t you touch me! Stay away…..” she was backing up when one of her heals got caught in a hole on the sidewalk. She was still backing up and began falling. He lunged forward to help her, she screamed, “No!” She went down hard, scraping her right arm, and her upper right leg, on the pavement.

He reached for her, but she lifted one of her very long arms, and said, “Don’t you DARE touch me!!” She was seething with anger, as she laid there bleeding and in pain. She had experienced abuse before from racist white people, and she wanted nothing to do with him. He didn’t know what to do or say, it had all gone wrong. “I’ll get the first aid kit!” he said, and he took off towards the Mercedes.

“Just leave it”, she said, when he returned. It was his turn now, and he knew what to say. “Listen, I’ll leave it here, but you need to know this – yes I was shocked.” “You are very, very tall, and that was a huge surprise.” “Yes, I was expecting you to be white, but that’s only because I’m white”. “And you’re from Canada!” He began yelling, “I don’t hate anyone!” “I was just surprised, and that’s all!” And with that, he stormed away, into the hotel lobby.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth III – Anticipation

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After chatting on line for two days, they decided to meet in Boston. He wasn’t sure why Boston, other than she really wanted to see it. He was like a teenager again (he was only 30). He hadn’t been this nervous since his first date with Jenny Martinez, when he was 16. It wasn’t truly a date, but he called it that. He took Jenny to McDonald’s, and a movie, at the cheap theater. What else can you do at 16? Was it Star Wars?

He was nervous, and Miriam must have read his mind, because she said on the chat line, “I’m so nervous, what if you don’t like me??” So he said, “I know, me too”. He was hoping it would put her at ease. He started packing his suitcase, and decided to take his best clothing. When they met, he wanted to be wearing a suit and tie, to give the best possible impression.

As he was packing, a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. What car should he take? The Lamborghini or the Corvette? No, better stick with the Mercedes! It would make a much better impression. He wanted her to realize he was a stable, responsible person.

A thought struck him in the head, like a piece of wood, and he sat down on edge of the bed. Would they get married?? How could they have a ceremony without a minister? What kind of church? Then he realized none of this mattered anymore. They should just be married outside, promising to love each other, in front of God, and everybody…..…..Well in front of God then. “Oh no!” he yelled out loud, standing up, the thought came to him, that he would have to deliver his own children! “Oh!” He put his hand to his head, realizing he was giving himself a headache. Where was the Tylenol?

He didn’t sleep well that night and was on the road early the next morning, before the sun was up. It was an eerie feeling, being the only car anywhere. Instinctively he turned on the radio, until he realized there was no radio, only static. He put on a CD instead, from Lindsey Stirling.

He started thinking about Miriam. When she wrote, she used some words in French, which was normal because she was Canadian. But it almost seemed like she had an accent from somewhere else. He thought it was beautiful, but there was something more there. Was she from another country besides Canada? She also didn’t want to call him Jerry, like everyone else used to. She wanted to call him by his full name, Jeremiah. He thought that was unusual.

After an overnight in New Jersey, he quickly drove around New York City, through Connecticut, and into Massachusetts. He was getting nervous again, and told God, “If this doesn’t work out – I’m done!” “I’m serious too, I can’t take the loneliness anymore”. And he meant it.

 

To be continued.

Note: I have been posting fiction primarily on the weekend, but I am enjoying this series alot. So I will be posting a segment of it for the next three nights (EST). Thanks for reading!

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

A Quote and a Poem

ML King

Descendants

When our descendants look back at us,

what will they see?

Will they see people filled,

with compassion?

Or will they see school children,

arguing,

trying to hold on to coins,

saying “mine!”

worrying about taxes.

Will they see open hearts,

working hard, sweating,

to make a difference?

Or will they see us,

with hatred, destroying?

It’s not too late,

there is still time.

God have mercy on us.

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google, quote from Dr. Martin Luther King

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

In the Corners of My Mind

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In the corners of my mind,

there is a cabin,

tucked away in the forest,

where you and I are relaxing,

with some good books,

next to a soft fire, keeping us,

warm,

clean sheets,

and quilts, on the bed,

some eggs cooking,

a frying pan,

I can smell them cooking,

with butter.

Sometimes, it is snowing outside,

when it’s warm enough,

we go for long walks,

surrounded by the eternity,

of the woods, stability,

bringing comfort.

Inside, a kiss,

just below your ear,

whispers of love,

as we stir the fire.

In the corners of my mind,

there is always you,

always,

your presence,

in my mind,

in my heart, and my life,

you make life worth living.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

To the One I Love

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There are so many reasons I have,

to hold you in my heart,

in my arms,

it’s not just what you bring,

to the table,

or what you give,

it’s who you are.

You are my eyes when I can’t see,

my heart of compassion,

for others, you taught me,

to care,

to breathe blessings,

living in the forgiving,

to have a heart that makes sense,

and to not let go.

What can I give you in return?

ten thousand roses?

No, I have only one thing I can give,

Myself.

Everything that I am, my faithfulness,

everything that I have,

my heart, and love,

belongs to you only,

I give you myself.

we give each other,

the greatest of gifts,

each other.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”