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On May 15th, 1991, Nora gave birth to a baby boy. Jim and Nora named the 6lb 11oz baby Lucas. Nora was abruptly reminded of what it felt like to be in labor. At least the second time she had given birth to Sydney (try explaining that one!) she did not remember it. However, her memory was certainly jogged, jogged for 31 hours to be precise. When Lucas came out, Nora cried. She sobbed for his future, and she cried for her past. It was true that Nora didn’t know what was going to happen to him for sure, but changing her life drastically couldn’t go unnoticed by whoever was responsible for her relapse.

Nora sat in a family diner with 7 year old Sydney, 4 year old Lucas and 3 year old Olivia. She would make sure to conceive Ian in a month. After ordering macaroni and cheese for her three children, Nora wandered up to the front cash register to pick up extra napkins. That’s when Nora saw Scott McKinley. He looked exactly the same as he did on the airplane 7 years ago. The funny thing was that he hadn’t gotten any younger, which surprised Nora immensely. It was almost 14 years prior and he had the same slightly receding hairline, square jaw and perfect ears. Nora ran towards him in a frantic manner.

“Scott!” Nora yelled as Scott turned his back to her to leave the diner. Scott turned around, but only after he had left the diner.
“Yes?” Scott smiled at Nora inquisitively.
“Tell me you remember me! I have been searching for seven years, ever since that—“
Scott smoothly interrupted Nora, “yes, Nora, I remember you.”

After anxiously finishing her meal with the kids, Nora drove home. Scott had agreed to meet with her the following day around 1pm. Nora was giddy with excitement yet nervous at the same time. Finally a person who understood exactly what she was going through! She had been so isolated for seven years and now just the thought of saying the words time travel without embarrassment was enough to make her jump for joy. Nora could barely sleep that night; she had to get up out of bed several times just to calm herself down. Jim became increasingly annoyed with all of the movement and yelled at her. This didn’t faze Nora, nothing could at this point. She was too damn restless.

The day of the meeting Nora woke up, showered, ate breakfast with the kids and Jim, and then dropped them off at Jim’s sister’s house. As Nora chatted lightly with Jim’s sister, Florence, she imagined what she knew would become of ‘Flo’. Flo would drop out of medical school in the next two years and become addicted to prescription painkillers. Vicodin, Oxycodone, drugs of that nature. She then would become homeless and desperate for other kinds of drugs, heroin, cocaine and the worst crystal meth. Soon enough she would work her way into prostitution and end up in prison for drug possession. Oh, what Nora should probably warn Flo of. However she wouldn’t believe her anyway, so what was the point? Nora squinted as she watched Flo’s mouth move to annunciate her words. She reminded herself that Flo was a well-rounded person at this point in time and wouldn’t get into drugs until later. Nora convinced herself that it was okay to leave her children with Flo, for now at least.



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The following comments are for "Come Again? 9"
by woalook100

always leave them wanting more...
I was so very mad when you left it hanging like this, you've really hooked me up in this story. Hurry with the next one!!! ;)


Dave

( Posted by: HeRoCoMpLeX [Member] On: August 22, 2009 )





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