1. The Plain Girl - Chapter 6: Crash Recovery


    Date: 10/24/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: xreynolds, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    hands. You’ve got to step out of those too-tight jeans and toss them away.” “It will be Christmas soon, so it is a good time to dwell on things in that way. It’s truly a magical time.” Claire reflected on the last twenty-four hours. “Maybe you’re ready for a little magic in your life as well right now.” “How do you know when it is real magic, and not just more nonsense?” Karla wondered out loud. “Remember that time when we were still living in the country; the Christmas when Molly had her litter. We were in the living room, covered with puppies. Mother came into the room, and remember, she was huge. Kristelle was due, I think in about two weeks. She sat down and told us the Christmas story and how happy the Angels were then because people listened and they were still able to talk to them. And you said that sometimes your Angel visits you at night, but he doesn’t say anything. It seemed funny at first, but then she said you might forget about those things, but that we should try never to forget the part of us that still believes in them, even if we can’t see them anymore. That is what will keep you young.” “What she told us made such an impression on me. She said, ‘They don’t go away when we are older and tend forget about them, but they are still very interested in what we think and do. They don’t like arithmetic, but they get excited when we listen to stories.’ We were all laughing about it.” “She told us that the reason the some stories make us feel good, is because they ...
    like them. The better the story, the more they like it. They want to be part of our world, but we have to let them in. They are interested in what lives in our hearts. It’s like food for them.” Karla struggled hard. “I can remember the time, but not all those details. I think I was only four. But it just felt so special. That I remember well. The atmosphere was rich and you could really feel the sweetness. It was like it flowed into everything and everyone; like we were all connected by something.” “Well,” Claire said, “every day in smaller or greater measure we have a chance to feel that way again. But most of the time we just sleep through those moments.” “Yesterday,” Claire turned aside and gazed out the window, “in the morning, just after I sent you that dismal SMS about being lost, I was in the library. It was then that I noticed Matthew staring at me. It was impossible to miss. I felt like he was looking right into me; as if I was transparent. But I didn’t feel vulnerable. It reminded me of the way mother would wake us up sometimes. You would open your eyes and she would just be there, smiling at you. She had a way of reaching right into you.” “It was like that. It was like I was getting reacquainted with a part of me so intimate that I had just forgotten about. It was a feeling that took me back to a time earlier than anything that I could remember, when I was just living in what my heart could know. That’s a different kind of memory. This is a time before people get so ...
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