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 another word or two from the boy. Little by little it came to me. I felt his heartbeat, and I knew of his fear, but I never knew his name. Then one day I found a book called The Wisdom of Judicial Judgment in the Practice of Law. The minute my hand touched that book, I knew the author, Ethan Allen Doyle, was my bicycle boy. Yes, he’s Oliver’s daddy, but he’s also my bicycle boy.
My search for Ethan Allen is what led me to knock on Oliver’s door.
You can tell me seven ways from Sunday there’s no such thing as magic, and you might be right. But since I’ve allowed my heart to believe in the things Ophelia taught me, my life is filled with the magic of love and happiness.