"Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you."
"Bookends" Simon and Garfunkel
Kaboom! Crack! Powerful strokes of lightening. A branch falls from and old Oak tree. It hit the roof of the manor. The time? Two-twenty seven, AM Greenwich Meantime. The shadows on the high walls were bizarre, and wildly depicted shadows of the past. But, Beth slept curled up not hearing or seeing anything. She didn't want to see. Hysterically blinded to anything negative or evil, sleep covered her. Beth deliberately chose seeing the world this way.
Knock knock knock... again and again. Then a young boy said, "Beth... Beth... wake up. There is something I want to show you." Little Beth moved in her bed and slowly opened her eyes as she heard his call.
"Wait a minute." Little Elizabeth went to open her bedroom door and said in a girlie English accent, "Thomas, what do you want?"
"Follow me... come on, there's something I want to show you. Now, come on."
The little blonde haired green eyed girl followed her brother down the manor hall. Like and old castle, The Noble Manor wall's held old relics and pictures of family patriarchs. Little Elizabeth Catherine Dubois passed all the hanging pictures and relics. She wasn't frightened of them. She was accustomed to their presence.
Thomas being ahead called, "hurry Elizabeth, you're always so slow."
Elizabeth rounded the corner with her blanket in her hand and stopped at the third door on the left. The door opened. Awaiting her, Thomas. "Look at the pictures and old family junk. Here, sit down next to me."
The thunder and lightening around the manor seemed to heighten. "BOOKENDS" the tune with light voices played in the background.
"Here. 'I have a photograph, preserved (my) your memory that's all that's left (me) you.'" Thomas smiled gleaming. "There, you have it and keep it and remember me."
"OK," said she. Elizabeth held Thomas' picture in the locket close to her heart. "
"I'll never loose it. I swear, I love it, Thomas. Thank you."
"I rouse you Elizabeth, wake up! before it's too late."
Thomas disappeared and the music stopped
Elizabeth stirred in her bed drifting in and out of consciousness and sleep. When the morning doves certainly awakened her, the old feet hit the cold floor. The doves were cooing outside her window despite her desire to sleep in this morning. Insomnia had visited her last evening and she felt deprived. The turtle doves should disappear, so she thought.
The mid morning lustrously shiny through kitchen window the coffee was awaiting her. No sign's of Eleanor. Beth sat and contemplated the night as lucid memories of a dream "knocked" on her heart and mind.
"Thomas, Thomas... who is Thomas?" She mumbled to herself. "Eleanor, knows, no question." Beth returned to her room to freshen for the day.
Still no signs of Eleanor, Beth stood at her door and heard Eleanor talking distinctly to someone, "she still lacks understanding."
Beth knocked on Eleanor's door then opened, "Who are you talking to?" But, Eleanor wasn't behind the door. Beth knew she heard her voice, so she opened the doors around this area of the house and she wasn't anywhere nearby. From upstairs she moved to the hall window. And, looking out to the back yard, across the pasture and up the forest that hung to the hillside behind her, Beth was able to see Eleanor once again picking something from the melting snow. "Seems to be flowers. Winter flowers. Hum... ? It was her voice. But, I guess it can't be her. There she is by the forest."
Suddenly, the locket fell from her bed as she made it for the day. The locket opened. The picture of a young boy caught her eye. "Thomas... But, who are you. What do you want?"
While alone Elizabeth sat in the living room chair with the locket in her hand. She closed her eyes trying to remember her dream.
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