Bank Holiday Story…

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This is a little story that I wrote that was initially accepted by Copper Staple. I thought I would post it for something to do… (typical Bank Holiday weather)

Crystal spheres have a mysterious reputation throughout history, being used for scrying, telling fortunes and predicting the future. I don’t do any of these. But the featured picture is a Clear Calcite sphere, a crystal for strongly amplifying your energy, as well as being very strongly linked to the mind and helping us access memories…

The Look

The woman was happy enough with her life. Every day she got up at 6am, prepared her simple breakfast of yoghurt and fruit, then left for work.

Her job was undemanding, yet fulfilling, in that she had a steady wage that was sufficient for all her bills. She did what was asked of her at work, and just that. She offered no suggestions and made no attempt to work on her own initiative. Why should she? She did as she was told and what was expected of her – no more, no less.

Every Sunday she ate a dutiful dinner with her parents, usually an over baked chicken, greasy roast potatoes and cabbage boiled until the fight had gone out of it.

Her mother, grey and worn, always seemed pleased to see her, but she never said a word. Her father accepted her presence as part of her daughterly homage and treated her to lengthy lectures on politics and how the world would be a better place if there were more people like him in it.

And so it continued.

One day, she ventured into the city centre, somewhere she usually avoided as she found the noise and busyness intimidating. She enjoyed half an hour in a discount bookshop where she bought a simple recipe book and a philosophy for beginners manual.

Holding her purchases carefully, she made her way outside, where people were just starting to gather and throng. Couples with linked hands, herds of teenagers, giggling and screaming. The sad and the lost, cans of beer and carrier bags gripped with fury at the world.

And then… and then… a sudden upswelling in her heart. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up in awareness, her blood pounded in her ears. She turned and her eyes were seized by those of a man, barely her own height, but with stature, poise, magnetism.

They drew her in, those dark eyes and spoke to her of a centuries-old love between them that had been found and lost so many times in the telling it was older than time itself. A link, a connection, so strong that the very air between them seemed to sparkle with it. His dark eyes called to her with relief and love, calling to her to leave and come now, straight away with him. A yearning, a love, a beckoning.

Big Issue please?”

The moment was broken and lost. She turned desperately, seeking the eyes of the one who knew her, but he had gone.

She returned home, and cried, a little.

She never saw him again, but she never forgot him. In time, she married and produced the children that were expected of her.

And so it continued.

Yet always, in her heart, she nursed a secret hope that her soulmate, her kindred spirit would find her again. Perhaps not in this lifetime though.

She never forgot him.

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My personal favourite crystal, Rose Quartz, renowned for being the stone of unconditional love, opening the heart to receive and emit compassion…

Copyright © 2016 Samantha Murdoch 

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17 thoughts on “Bank Holiday Story…

  1. This brought forth the thought “Is it better simply to ‘settle’ or to keep seeking; to live or to thrive?” ……..hhmm pondering the benefits of each side of the coin ……Thank you for such a lovely little story ❤

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      1. I love your posts 🙂 And every reader will always see something else in anything written, you shouldn’t worry if people misinterpret what you want to say, we have our background, emotions and opinions to interfere. I think readers add meaning- and sometimes it’s quite interesting to write something and watch it live its own life 🙂

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      2. Thank you! I’m so pleased you like what I write and I value both your opinion and feedback. Interesting point about what readers add…I never thought of that (I’m a bit thick sometimes!) but of course you’re right! Thank you, as always, for reading x

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      3. The interesting point (based on reader-response theories in literary criticism) is just the remains of my formal education 😉 In psychology it’s communication theories (sender and his coding, receiver and his decoding). I’m always surprised when I say something and people interpret it in their own way. I’m rubbish at clear messages (I over-explain everything, surprise, surprise). The semi-hidden/ semi-lost message of my previous comment was: I do love reading your stories 🙂

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  2. Ha ha ha! No, I did get your message and I appreciate your response to my writing- I love how different people respond in different ways to it, to something that evolved from a particular sentence that popped into my head or something I saw that made an impression on me. I appreciate outside responses because they make me look again…

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  3. It was beautiful, I loved that you can manage to keep your readers thinking about everything in the same time after reading:)
    its sad to think that there’s someone out there made for us and we never met him, but eventually i guess we do move on whether on same routine or changing our lives upside down :3

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  4. That’s a beautiful little story… I always wondered what happened when your “soulmate” gets away… Do you keep chasing him, never giving up? Or do just accept reality and find happiness another way? Something tells me the latter is the best choice… But that one person will always be somewhere in a secret place in our hearts. 💚

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