On the day Jennifer Green was born – Silver Threads

July 22, 2016 #fridayfiction 0

Silver Threads

Silver Threads

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Series: Memory House Collection, Book 5
A Story of Second Chances and Moving on...

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On the day Jennifer Green was born a pile of stones was placed alongside her scale of life. A few were the dark gray of sorrow, but most were a pale blush color. The largest stone was the rose hue of a sunrise. That one would be placed on the scale the day she married Drew Bishop. Even more brilliant but a wee bit smaller was the pink stone glistening with specs of silver. That one would bring Jennifer a baby girl named Brooke. The Keeper of the Scale smiled. Seeing such happiness laid out before him was pleasing to his eye.

Since the beginning of time, he and he alone has been challenged with the task of keeping each person’s scale in balance. A bit of happiness and then a small stone of sorrow, until the lives he has in his charge are measured evenly.

You might think such power is universal, but it is not. There are silver threads that crisscross the landscape of scales and connect strangers to one another. Not even the Keeper of the Scale can control the events traveling through those threads; the only thing he can do is try to equalize the balance once it has been thrown off. There is nothing more he can do for Jennifer; now he must find the thread that leads to Drew if he is to have the love he deserves.

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On the day Jennifer Green was born – Silver Threads

On the day Jennifer Green was born a pile of stones was placed alongside her scale of life. A few were the dark gray of sorrow, but most were a pale blush color. The largest stone was the rose hue of a sunrise. That one would be placed on the scale the day she married Drew Bishop. Even more brilliant but a wee bit smaller was the pink stone glistening with specs of silver. That one would bring Jennifer a baby girl named Brooke. The Keeper of the Scale smiled. Seeing such happiness laid out before him was pleasing to his eye. 

Since the beginning of time, he and he alone has been challenged with the task of keeping each person’s scale in balance. A bit of happiness and then a small stone of sorrow, until the lives he has in his charge are measured evenly.

You might think such power is universal, but it is not. There is a silver thread that crisscrosses the landscape of scales and connects strangers to one another. Not even the Keeper of the Scale can control the events traveling through the thread; the only thing he can do is try to equalize the balance once it has been thrown off.

Like Jennifer Green, each of the Coggan twins was given a pile of stones at birth. Tom Coggan used up the blush-colored ones in his early years—wasted them on frivolities like Patsy, the blond stripper who worked at the Boom-Boom Club. During those years the Keeper tried to balance Tom’s life by dropping one gray stone after another onto the scale, but the weight of whiskey and good times far outweighed the stones.

Before Tom’s thirty-fourth birthday, only a single piece remained in his pile. It was neither a blush-colored stone nor a gray pebble, but a large black rock.

The Keeper of the Scale gave a saddened sigh, lifted the rock into his hand, and dropped it onto the sorrow side of Tom’s Scale.

With a resounding thud Tom Coggan’s scale came crashing down and landed on the silver thread that connected him to the woman who had ten years earlier become Jennifer Bishop.

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