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I felt his heartbeat – fridayfiction

I felt his heartbeat – fridayfiction It began the day she showed me the bicycle in the storage shed. The minute I touched it, I heard a boy’s laughter. The sound of his laughter so intrigued me that I wanted to know more about him. The thing is, you can’t just pull a memory out of something the way you’d pull a splinter from your finger. It takes time and lots of love. For months I worked on that bicycle, polishing it, shining it and always listening for a.....

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I love you Annie Doyle – #fridayfiction

I love you Annie Doyle – #fridayfiction A tear falls from Ophelia’s eye as she listens. She can remember making just such a promise to Edward, but long after he was gone the stars still lit the sky and she could do nothing but ache for his body to again lie beside hers. Oliver tells Annie she has brought a newfound happiness to his life, that the ordinary things of yesterday are no longer ordinary but amazing because he can see them through her eyes. “Althou.....

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Everyone is gathering at Memory House – #fridayfiction

Everyone is gathering at Memory House – #fridayfiction It is New Year’s Day, and everyone is gathering at Memory House. Ophelia comes with Lillian, Sam and Pauline, her new friends from Baylor Towers. They arrive in the Baylor limousine, which is how Ophelia now travels. There is no more driving, not after what happened. Just the thought of Ophelia or one of her friends behind the wheel of a car gives Annie hives. Blisters rise up, and there is not a potion in the enti.....

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You have your own firm! – #fridayfiction

You have your own firm! – #fridayfiction The party is at LuAnn Barkley’s apartment in downtown Richmond. It is well over an hour from Wyattsville but Max hasn’t seen these friends since graduation, so she’s opted to make the drive. By the time she arrives, the festivities are in full swing. Silver and black balloons bobble overhead, and the stereo is turned up so loud the walls vibrate. Before Max has time to shed her coat, Brianna Mosley spots her and rushes over.....

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I love you Annie Doyle – #fridayfiction

I love you Annie Doyle – #fridayfiction A tear falls from Ophelia’s eye as she listens. She can remember making just such a promise to Edward, but long after he was gone the stars still lit the sky and she could do nothing but ache for his body to again lie beside hers. Oliver tells Annie she has brought a newfound happiness to his life, that the ordinary things of yesterday are no longer ordinary but amazing because he can see them through her eyes. “Althou.....

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Ethan Allen Doyle is Oliver’s Daddy – #fridayfiction

Ethan Allen Doyle is Oliver’s Daddy – #fridayfiction When she steps into the vestibule her mind slides back to a sadder day, the day of Edward’s funeral. Before the melancholy of remembering can take hold, a young man steps up to her. “May I?” he asks and offers his arm. Ophelia smiles. “Thank you,” she says and slides her hand into the opening that is offered. Charlie Doyle is Oliver’s brother. Together he and Ophelia walk slowly down .....

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For months I’d spend all afternoon – #fridayfiction

For months I’d spend all afternoon – #fridayfiction “Opie,” he said, “it’s time to start living again.” Opie is what he used to call me. Nobody but Edward ever used that name, so I knew for sure it was him. Anyway, I would’ve recognized his voice no matter where it came from. At first it was scary, hearing a voice from out of nowhere, but then I started listening. With Edward’s help I began remembering all the good things that happened right th.....

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I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save him – #fridayfiction

By Bette Lee Crosby / September 25, 2015

I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save him – #fridayfiction Thinking she has heard the worst of it, Annie gives a sympathetic sigh. “I’m so sorry.” “I’m sorry too.” Ophelia’s voice is thick with the sound of regret. “Sorry I wasn’t here to save him. When I found Edward he was in the loft, lying on that bed he’d made and facing toward the window. His eyes were wide open. For years I kept wondering if he was looking at the stars and wishing I was .....

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The loft was like a black hole – #fridayfiction

By Bette Lee Crosby / September 18, 2015

The loft was like a black hole – #fridayfiction Speaking of Edward’s death brings back memories I thought were dead and buried. Those were terrible times; times so bad there’s not even a way of describing them. Although the smell of death was all over that loft, I called Doctor Kelly and told him to come quick because Edward had stopped breathing. I suppose I was hoping that by some miracle they could breathe life back into him, but of course such a thing wasn’t po.....

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