As an aspiring author, Dawn has a lot on her mind. She struggles with a fear of lost time. However, after meeting a woman named Evie, she finds a new love for storytelling that sends her high. Trips to the park. A dinner for two. She finds herself on cloud nine. As she soars with this newfound love, she tells more stories than she ever has.
A Book for Me and A Ring for You By. Raine Leggett
Chapter One: A Lonely Shower
The rain fell so rapidly as I looked out the window. The way it streamed across the glass always reminded me of tears. And yet the pattering from the droplets hitting the glass also reminded me of serenity. Looking on as I sigh, I know it could be better. Yet as the rain falls, I feel like if it ends my sadness only returns.
Looking through the glass, a woman walked by in the distance. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry. The rain hit over her yet not a single thing about it worried her. She seemed at peace. Why not run in it? Why not hurry? I get a good look at her face and see that she is so lovely.
Picking myself up I head to my kitchen. A warm cup of tea will lift my mood.
It wasn’t long after I set the pot that it started to boil. My mind had been lost. I was in such a mood. Waiting for it to brew gave my mind such a clutter. Yet as I closed my eye her face came into view. I kept my eyes shut tight and looked at her again. I almost felt happy.
Picking up my tea I take a long sip. It had been so long that warmth filled me. I want to see her again.
Shortly after the rainfall, I decided to take a walk. Looking around outside was always a thing I liked to do.
The trees were bright and lush. They were so beautiful I took my steps slowly. After all, I had time.
The wind blew around and a slight chill lingered. Even so, the day was returning. As I made it into town, people were already about. I looked at every face. My heart began to flutter as I see her again.
Making a more hasty step I wandered into a crowd. It was so lively yet to me it was just a crowd. A felt so silly trying to find her. I wish I could go without such silliness. I feel so frustrated now.
The park felt like such a better place to be. Gathering my thoughts as I managed to find a dry seat, I thought of where I am. To be such a wreck. I grabbed my pad and pen and began to jot down some ideas. I swam in my thoughts making one letter at a time. Romance began to fill it. I wanted to quit but just decided to write.
I turn to see the face I was looking for.
“Sorry to look over your shoulder. I was just curious to see what you were writing.”
It’s not a problem. I always enjoy having a reader.
“I see. Then are you a writer?”
“If you don’t mind, can I sit here?”
She looked so sweet. I want to say no. There had to be another bench for her to sit. My nerves are exploding. But my heart says yes. In all of my thoughts, the only thing I could do is say yes.
“Yay! This was the only bench that wasn’t wet.”
It was a bit awkward at first. Writing to myself with someone there made me nervous. Yet it was more nerve-wrecking to have her eyes on me. Her mindless questions somehow did the opposite though. When stopping to answer her questions I felt that I could relax.
By the time I finished, I let her read the whole thing. It was lovely having her smile at the end. She got up suddenly after the sun came out. Yet instead of relief, I felt a bit down.
I looked up to see her smiling.
“My name is Evie.”
My heart fluttered as I reached to grab her extended hand.
“Dawn, is it?”
She grabbed my hand and held it tight.
“If life permits it, let me read again.”
I felt my heart pang. But before a proper answer came to my mind; she said goodbye. I felt good. So much that I will write here again. From this lonely shower, I found a good friend.
I lay on my bed after I sat in the bathtub. It was the best I have felt in my many years. Evie had such a playful enthusiasm. I really loved her. But as duty calls, I must continue to write as deadlines are coming soon.
My mind wandered in the darkness of the night. I saw a beautiful dream as I let my eyes stay closed. I woke up in what seemed like minutes. Horror struck me as my mind raced. Two hours had passed since I laid down. I need to gather my notes and get this book done.
I rushed out of bed; however, in my own flash of bliss I slow down. Remembering her words of haste made me wonder why I do pressure myself. I’ll take my time and slow down.
Chapter Two: When we Meet
Finding Evie was one most beautiful thing I could never write for myself. I enjoyed strolling in the park. I have done this often before. However, seeing Evie in various places on my way there was an adventure in itself. She often seemed to be waiting. When our eyes meet, she always smiles.
One day I became bold and asked if she would take a break with me. She smiled and offered a walk in the park. Between those, I pull out my pad and pen to write.
It seemed strange saying it this way. I live by my writing. I live in my dreams. Yet she is the only one I felt I wanted to have read them no matter what. I protect my time so viciously. It felt strange sharing it with someone I saw walking in the rain so casually.
“You seem more cheerful than when I met you.”
I paused. She did have a point. My writing was applauded as improved by the editor of my work. As I closed in on my book, so much time was spent with Evie. I feared time as if I had chronophobia. I always felt there wasn’t enough.
You’re right. I feel like a new person.
“I do too. It’s because of you, you know.”
My heart jolted. I glanced away a little too quickly for my liking. Yet I soared.
Oh yeah! I got distracted. But it has been great hanging out together.
She had this most innocent giggle at my response. I felt a simple love for it.
Work was a different beast. I remember my pain as I talk with my editor. It was never enough. My book was picked up. It was amazing hearing praise but why not have it out. I waited so long only to have the editor say more is better.
I sometimes leave on the verge of tears, but I fear when they say, “She may not be ready.”
My only fuel is that I am close. My only goal is to get there. I fear. I do have a signing of a first book payment, but I use it scarcely. Simple things are nice, but I fear being trapped. Why is this process so long? I often want to scream more.
“You may want to make this part longer, Dawn.”
Thanks, Kevin. I will keep that in mind.
“We will end talks today. But so far great work.”
I sat at my desk. The words felt too jumbled as I made them. I lean back and close my eyes. I want to calm down, but I want this so much. Maybe some tea will calm me a bit.
Walking to my kitchen I pass by my window. I see Evie pass on a path she must take ever so often. She seemed so content to herself. I want to go out and say something to her. At least I wish she would turn and smile. My fluttering heart says tea for now but seeing her lifted me up.
I returned to my desk and sipped long and slow. The tea filled me with such warmth. Evie made it much more. I looked at my scene and gave it another go.
Listening to myself with a memory of questions from her made me apply the same take on my book. I began to dream again looking hard into each part. I figure out maybe this happens now. I fall in love with the scene again. It takes my emotions to many places.
I stop to think but she creeps into my mind. I’ll write another story for her to take a break.
One becomes two. Two becomes more. I want to see her face light up so much I tear into my world. My mind floods with ideas. I want her to smile so much. Work seems so distant now. Keeping it up I managed to finish five. It was so fun I hoped she could read them soon.
I look at the time and put my stuff up. I want to stroll hoping she is still around.
I reach the park. Evie was sitting on the bench where she and I first met.
“Oh, you’re here!”
I am. I finished my work for the day and thought you might want to see some more story.
She read them so enthusiastically. Each one she dived in so silently, I wondered almost out loud. However afterward she talked so highly of them, I almost floated away.
We spent so much time together today. My troubles seemed to melt.
“Hey, Dawn… Let’s exchange numbers.”
A smile wider than I may have intended formed.
I would love to.
I left her feeling higher than I’ve ever felt. Meeting Evie was so much for my life, I felt maybe I will treat myself to a nice dinner.
The thought of it put a smile on my face. It’s time for some steak.
Chapter Three: For the Sake of My Smile
As I wake from my dreams I remember yesterday. The steak I had put a cap on my most wonderful day. Evie is so great; I love when she reads my stories.
I got up to fix breakfast. Something a bit heavier today would suit. In my mind I find myself saying openly I love her. I make my eggs with a tune in my head. I hum it steadily as I make my sausage patties too. The house filled with an aroma I haven’t smelled in a while. My coffee is a special blend Evie talked about.
Finishing up, I decide to sit awhile. My mind began to swim with wonderful thoughts. A sudden urge to write one down became a sudden urge for story. I pick up a pad and pen and begin to write story. I go to the depths of an ocean. I find a wrecked ship. The sharks give me danger. The mermaids chase them away. Then I go to space and drift for what seems for eternity. I see a secret meeting. A new planet is found.
So many words are written. Many are my best ideas yet. Before I knew what was happening my story count was six.
My phone rang jolting me from my thoughts. I look to see Kevin and pick it up a bit disappointed.
“Dawn? Hello. I want to give you some news. We are pushing into an evaluation. If we get good word your book is going through. We might be able to publish soon.”
I leaped in joy.
Really? That’s amazing. Is there any more for me to do?
“No, it’s all on our end. Have a great day and kick your feet up.”
The news rang in my head a thousand times over and over. Excitement filled me so much I wanted to dance. Calling Evie was next on my mind.
As I reached for my phone my heart began to flutter as I realized this would be my first time calling. Even so, I dial her number jitters and all.
It didn’t ring long before she answered. The news made her scream for joy.
“You’re so close! Let’s go take Kevin up on his offer and have lunch together.”
An explosion of thoughts raced throughout my head as I managed to get out yes.
We sat and chat excitedly. She steered the conversation around for many details. However, many seemed to be about me as a person than a writer. I wanted to talk with her for an eternity. I wanted to watch her as she eats. It was something new. I felt on high as I sat with her.
“But you said you wrote more short stories?”
“By the way what will you do with them? Besides let me read them.”
I haven’t thought about it as more than practice.
I watched her warily, but her face returned. She brought more questions, but the moment returned.
“Hey. Let’s stay for one more refill.” She said with a wink.
My heart jumped high into my throat. It sounded nice.
I laid back in my bathtub reliving the lunch meeting. Evie is so wonderful. I love talking to her.
As I exit the tub, I hummed to myself. It was such a dream. My mind soared high into the sky.
Before I knew it, the afternoon was almost over. My phone rang again. Kevin’s name showed up making my head feel light.
“Dawn? I will just be honest. You book was a no-go.”
I couldn’t believe it. My heart panged as if it was struck by a dagger.
What do you mean!? I worked so hard… With you.
“I know we evaluated time and overall quality and it just wasn’t there.”
Tears made my voice hoarse. I could tell he could hear.
“Sorry Dawn, it just wasn’t time yet. Take care.”
I wanted to throw my phone. It was such a shock. My tears hollowed my chest. I immediately dialed Evie.
She was stunned to hear my voice. I could tell she was worried.
“Try to call down.” She wept,” You have to keep yourself together. I’m here. Just come to the park.”
No, not now.
It felt awful hanging up after she cried too. I didn’t mean to lift her so high. I didn’t mean for my pain to hurt her. Tears shouldn’t have left her eyes. I am pathetic. I lost my time.
Chapter Four: Following my Heart
It was too long since I stopped going out. Evie started texting me a warm message a day. I read them out loud, but my heart stayed low. I got ahead of myself but what’s worse is I made her as sad as me. Evie shouldn’t have to worry about me. She has been so kind. Even so, I can’t face her. I messed up big time.
My phone went off at its usual time. The message seemed longer.
Dawn, I know you are in pain. But it doesn’t have to be over. If anything can soothe you then please be okay. I want you to be happy, but I am very selfish. I want to read your stories. I want to see you around. I’ve sent you many messages. I’m working on your smile. So please show it to me again. I’ll read your stories a thousand times. Just let me hear your voice as I hurt for you now.
I don’t know when they started to flow. My tears streamed down my face. She really did miss me. I never thought more than how I felt. It meant so much for me to have this book. Yet as I read this message again my fingers moved on their own. I touched her name on my phone. It rang for seconds before she picked up.
“Dawn, it’s you.” She squeaked.
It is. Evie, I know we were both disappointed. Even so, I should have healed with you. I should have continued to stay around. But please don’t sound like that. You mean too much to me. I hurt you but I won’t apologize. I will simply say I’m fine.
“That’s good.” Evie said between her tears, “Take your time to come back out. Right now, your voice is all I need.”
A smile formed for the first time in a while. I loved so much to hear her again. It wasn’t long before conversation itched. I told her to stop and chat awhile. We stayed on the phone for hours. We promised to call as we pick ourselves up.
As I hang up the phone, I looked around. I told her so many stories. My notebook knows it all. My writing bug itched as I picked it up. I stopped at the front and read a few lines. A few lines in, I read a few more. Before I knew I was four stories in. I went for a ride and my smile match my memories of hers. I left my pages early into the afternoon. I want to try again.
I felt tears fall but this time my hands moved for one more story. I wrote about dreams. I wrote the flutter of love. I wrote all my heart in one story and picked my phone up.
Kevin, I have a new pitch. A collection of stories.
“Dawn? So soon?” Kevin sounded surprised.
Yes. I will send the detail over email. Please take a look when you have a chance.
“I will look into it and call you after review.”
I sang to myself after I told Evie the news. I told her I want her to read again but this time as a book. We shared our excitement but tempered it too. Goodnight was the sweetest thing she said. I want to say more but goodnight was all I said. Before long I drifted off to sleep.
As the morning sun crept into my room. My eyes flickered awake. It was later in the morning than the time I usually awake. My first thought was to call Evie for breakfast. She was elated. The way she sounded lifted me high. I loved her so much.
We hugged upon our meeting. Her embrace was strong and warm. We took our time eating. I let her have a snippet of my plans. She clapped for joy and I laughed. It was a simple morning. One that told me. I’m in love. I wanted to say it out loud however my phone rang, and it was Kevin.
“Ooh, Pick it up.” Evie said enthusiastically.
I listened to Kevin who talked excitedly. He told me to bring the manuscripts for review.
As I hung up, I told her I was heading home to get ready.
Right before I left, she placed her lips against mine and told me “Good Luck.”
Kevin glanced over the manuscript.
“This looks really good. The wording and imagery plays well. I will move this as fast as possible.”
I shook hand as I knew he loved it.
Let’s keep our fingers crossed for this one.
“Most definitely. Take care, Dawn.”
I wished him well as I left. I felt good about the meeting.
As I made it home the event of the day set in. I love Evie is all I could think. Her lips on mine kept setting in. I floated to my room and lay in my bed. I hoped it goes through and my book is in her hands.
Chapter Five: A Book for Me , A Ring for You
Finishing breakfast while dreaming was something I missed. It felt like a new life has come over me. I want to see Evie and tell her how I feel.
I hummed to myself as I walked a different route. The crowd seems lively, but I felt I beat them all. I strolled along the sidewalk. Before heading to the park. Evie dashed behind a tree and peaked out playfully.
What are you up to?
She blushed before coming around with a bouquet of beautiful roses.
I couldn’t believe it. The colors were gorgeous. However, what caught my eyes was the colors she picked. I knew them too well. White roses for “I’m worthy”, Pink Roses for “Happiness”, and the most beautiful red ones for… “I love you.”
“Please accept this from me to you. However, based on your expression you know they say, I love you.”
I love you too came out as fast as she finished. I went around the rose and embraced her as hard as I could. We held them together and she cried as I took them. We sat on a bench and just enjoyed each other’s company. I held them to my nose and sniffed them fondly. It was nice to be this open with her. As we part, we shared a small kiss. I floated all the way home.
I sat in my living room in a daze. My flowers were put in a vase I bought on the way home. I wanted them to last as long as forever.
My phone rang. Kevin’s name came up.
“Dawn, Congratulations! You have a book.”
My eyes welled. I didn’t imagine what those word did for me. It felt higher than I thought it would.
“We will have it released in a few months. But congratulations, Dawn! You did it!”
I hang up the phone having spoke a bit more. I couldn’t wait to tell Evie the news.
My eyes filled with tears as she burst into tears of her own. We cried together over the phone. Afterwards we said goodbye much sooner than I’d like. She said she would meet me tomorrow after she does something she called important.
I looked at the ceiling as I lay on my back. My emotions swam ahead of me. I felt entirely on bliss. I thought of what she might be up to. It sounded very important.
As I stayed in my room I thought of what I would do as I am now a published author. Those thoughts didn’t last long as my phone began to ring.
“Hey, Dawn… Let’s meet for dinner tonight.”
I immediately agreed and sprang out my bed. This was the best day and Evie just made it better.
I arrived at the restaurant and saw her standing in front. She was shifting nervously before she saw me. She walked up to me before stopping within arm’s length.
“You know Dawn, I’ve enjoyed being with you as you’ve told me story. You light my heart and I love you. You have a book for me and know I have a ring for you. Will you marry me?”
I will. I always will. The answer is yes.
Evie placed the ring on my finger as a few people cheered. It felt like a storybook ending. The ones that are open end. I couldn’t believe it and yet it was so perfect. Evie and I together was something even I couldn’t write up.
Life with Evie was always my true book. I wrote a story at a time and now we sit together with a copy of my work. We admired the cover. We looked through the pages. I couldn’t have done it without her. The love I have for her inspired my best. I found my next beginning and with Evie, it will be my best.