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Little Women: If Beth Had Lived 11
The next few months passed happily for Beth and Laurie as they prepared for the birth of their child. Meg loaned Beth her maternity clothes and advised her on what to expect during various stages of her pregnancy, Jo visited on an almost daily basis to see how she was doing, and there were long letters from overseas, not only from Amy in London but from Laurie's cousin Gina in Rome as well.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FictionLittle Women: If Beth Had Lived 9
Together, Beth and Laurie soon transformed their new house into a home. Laurie went to work in his grandfather's business, and Beth kept their cozy home neat and tidy, lending her own special flair to its contents. In the evenings, when Laurie came home, Beth would serve dinner, and afterwards they would play duets on the piano and sing, or one would play and the other sing. Many happy hours were passed this way.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FictionLittle Women: If Beth Had Lived 10
"Do you think she'll be able to carry this child to term and deliver safely in spite of that bout of scarlet fever she had some years ago? It's always been in the back of my mind that her heart may have been damaged by that," Laurie asked Dr. Bangs when Beth was out of earshot.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FictionLittle Women: If Beth Had Lived 8
"My Beth!" Mrs. March exclaimed as she hugged her daughter. "How I've missed you!" "I've missed you too, Marmee." Beth hugged first her mother, then her father, then Jo, and then the others in turn.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FictionLittle Women: If Beth Had Lived 7: Rome
After their stay in London, Laurie and Beth visited Paris, where they toured the Louvre and saw the Palais Royale, the Tuileries Gardens, the Luxembourg Gardens, and the Pere la Chaise cemetery. Then they sailed up the Rhine hand in hand, marvelling at the beauty of the coastline. After visiting Germany and Switzerland, they went to Rome, where they met Laurie's Uncle Mario and Aunt Lucia and his cousins, Carlo and Gina. Laurie hadn't seen any of them since he had been a child. To Beth's immense relief, they all knew English well enough to converse, since she knew no Italian at all. Laurie's grandmother lived with them as well, but unfortunately, she knew no English.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FictionLittle Women: If Beth Had Lived 6: London
The days and nights on the ship passed in luxurious seamlessness. Laurie and Beth went for long walks on the deck, enjoying the fresh air tinged with the briny aroma of the ocean, or watching the sun set on the horizon. Beth thought that it was just about the nearest to heaven she had ever been in her life. Laurie was just happy to enjoy quality time in peaceful relaxation with his new wife.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FictionLittle Women: If Beth Had Lived 4
Having never been aboard a ship of any kind, Beth was fascinated, gazing about herself in wonder. Laurie watched her with a combination of amusement and tenderness, thinking about the convoluted path he and Beth had taken on the way to discovering their love for one another, amazed and delighted at the wonder of it all.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FictionFox Hunt; Chapter 2
The remains of the cottage sit in blackened heaps. If the cottage had contained any secrets, there was no way it'd be giving them up now. I toe what I can only assume is the remains of a chair. It slowly crumples and crumbles, a small plume of ash rising only to settle back down over my boot.
Katarzyna CrevanPublished 2 years ago in FictionFox Hunt; Chapter 1
The water splashing beneath my feet is jarringly loud in the silence of the forest. I miss the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. Part of me wants to slow, to quiet my passing, but I can't. I continue to plunge forward, water splashing loudly. The soft mud of the brook's bed slows my progress a little, though the track of my passing would soon be gone.
Katarzyna CrevanPublished 2 years ago in FictionI Thought We Agreed
Michelle's POV 2 hours before the incident ———-————————————————- The tears had begun to flow from my eyes and I hadn’t even realized it happened. I closed my eyes and allowed myself a moment to process this pain that was etched so deeply into my soul that I sometimes wondered if I would ever be able to find myself again. ‘I feel so lost’ I thought as I held the printed words so tightly in my hands that I thought they would crumple between my fingers. “Damn it!” I cursed loudly.
Jennifer S. BensonPublished 2 years ago in FictionCurtain Call: Part VII
Sloan slept like a log during that first week. And the next. And the next. It seemed that all she was capable of was sleep and emerging occasionally for whatever vegetable soup Emily was reheating from the freezer.
Marisa AyersPublished 2 years ago in FictionHER HANDS #2
HER HANDS #2 Chapter 1, Scenes 4-6 The nun and the teenage girl wove their way through their responsibilities the remainder of the day. Sister Joanna had Sarah take the lead with washing the men, changing their bandages, administering medications. At times she made a simple suggestion such as how to best relieve swelling with warm wet cloths, and how to avoid contact with a suppurating wound. At first Sarah was too self-conscious, with the nun present, to lay her hands on the men’s injuries, but with the fourth soldier she let her hands pause at the cauterized stump end of a young man’s arm. The man had been watching Sarah as she dressed his wound and shut his eyes when she lingered. Sarah felt him relax, she felt herself relax into her efforts. When she completed the dressing, the soldier whispered, “Merci.”