Patrick George Callaghan

Episode 34…Reunion Part Two

‘He brought you to me.’ he added.

‘Yes, I remember being lifted again and looking down from some great height. It seemed as black as night, so dark, and yet, the air was fresh as a gentle warm breeze touched my face. Toby held me close until he had brought me home to you.’ She looked at him with a certain modesty.

A loving look crossed his face and he took her hand very gently. ‘Such a reunion.’ he said. ‘You know Tobias is your ‘familiar.’ Your Guardian Angel, so to speak. Wherever you go, whenever you need support he will be there. Summoned in your mind.’

‘And you Charles.’ she replied, ‘What are you, if not my Guardian Angel, my protector?’

‘That must wait my love, all in good time. Soon we have to make plans.’ he anounced.

‘Do you think Edward will try to kill me again?’ she asked cautiously

‘It’s possible I suppose.’ he replied. ‘Without a body the Police can’t make an arrest.’

‘What if he comes to Bayswater looking for me.’ A sudden panic gripped Esme.

‘Then Toby and I, will be ready for him.’ he said reassuringly. ‘Are we finished here. Is there anything more. Would you like to go?’

‘Yes.. We are finished with this. There is nothing more.’ Two small tears crossed the circle of her eyes and fell slowly down her cheeks.

‘A tear for humanity perhaps?’ he asked. Then took her hand gently again, and in that moment they were gone.

Author Note: ‘Shriving’ is a very old Biblical term for the state of ‘Transition’

Episode 33…Reunion Part One

‘Edward will change too!’ he replied. ‘But he won’t forget. You have not forgotten that you were once married to him. I’m quite certain of that.’ He laughed gently and said: ‘You now have the gift of everlasting perceptions.’

Esme turned her head to the window once more. ‘Lets take a look on the Common, just for the sake of a past life.’ She smiled curiously to herself. There was something tagging in her thoughts.

‘Haven’t you had enough of that!’ he complained. But he already knew what lay ahead and what had secreted inside her mind. It came in just one name, that of Tobias Westlake!

The couple stood on a grassy slope that overlooked several overgrown Gorse bushes edging a small worn pathway that trailed endlessly way down the hill. ‘I’m sure this is the place.’ said Esme. ‘I remember we came along that track. I’m certain of it.’

‘Looks isolated, apart from that path, a good place to commit a murder. I wonder how he knew about this place.’

Esme looked at him and said nothing. She stared at the ground beneath her feet and tried to dig her heel into it. ‘It’s as hard as rock.’ she observed.

‘It was lucky he never broke your neck, pushing your head into that.’

‘Yes lucky, I remember the taste of the dry earth and the smell of rotting roots, so horrible, and I remember Toby standing over me, then lifting me very gently, I felt something like a very soft couch or bed, so warm and so cosy. He was there smiling all the time, he took my hand and the pain had gone.’