A Blind Date - Part one - Ula's story
Characters from my novels
Many of my book characters came alive for me after creating short stories about them. Ula appears at the beginning of my first novel; The Awakening Clan.
“Ula, please would you join Bob and myself at the opening of the season party?” Pat, her colleague asked. Ula Schram, a vibrant redhead, was pleased to be asked but a bit wary of her colleague’s motives.
“Really? Do you have tickets?” she was surprised since they were expensive. Pat was not known for her extravagance.
“Bob managed to get four tickets, so how about it?”
Pat’s husband was a detective in the police force.
“You said four, who is the fourth person?” She could see in Pat’s face that she was on her matchmaking crusade again.
“Really, I am quite capable of finding my own man, Pat.”
“Ula, you’ll really like him, he is new in town and has just joined the local police force and knows nobody here, please.” Pat pleaded.
Pat’s ‘pretend to be honest’ expression made her laugh. She wanted to, and who knows? She would soon find out if this new colleague was her type. Starting an active social life again was not a bad idea.
“Pat, I’ll let you know tomorrow.”
Advice from Granny
“Gran, can you see in the cards whether I will meet the man of my life?”
Not that she really believed granny could see, but who knows. She had agreed to join Pat. She decided to dress like a professional business woman. Being a receptionist at Pleasure Parks in Apeldoorn was not exactly a business woman of the year position, but who knows, a detective boyfriend might have possibilities.
“Ula, you look stunning, I don’t need the cards to see that you are going to charm someone off his feet very soon,”
Granny’s loving glance made her heart soft. She was very aware that her Gran loved her no matter what she looked like. She had even complimented her tiny tattoo of a dragon on her lower back. She had it done after seeing the movies about the girl with the dragon tattoo.
Gran was placing her Tarot cards on top of the bedspread. The old lady was staying with her parents because she had had a nasty fall and needed bed rest for a while. She herself had moved back home after her divorce a year ago. She had accepted a new job in her hometown six months earlier. Soon she would be looking for her own apartment, and purchasing her own car. Life was starting to look up again.
“Let me see now,” Granny remarked while studying the cards. Gran was an oddball. Although she was a very practical person, she loved her hobby of collecting tarot decks. She had stacks of them.
“Ula, you will get what you have been asking for. Are you asking for the right person?” Gran looked up at her with a loving smile that always made her feel special.
“How do you know who the right person is?” She loved her Gran who always had the right answers.
“My dear. Listen to your heart first, not your head only, in these matters. Let’s see what I can see in the cards for you.” She turned one in the middle first, Mmm ... the last card was turned slowly, it was a beautiful lady holding a cross. Did Granny truly see something in them, but how?
“Interesting! Ula, you have to use your intuition tonight, I can see that you are going to meet someone special. A start of something...it could be a love affair. You must follow your heart. Mmm, crossroads...about accepting help or giving help.” Then her Gran looked up smiling. “Have a memorable evening tonight, and remember, use your intuition.”
They both heard the front doorbell.
“That must be my taxi. I’ll see you when I get back,” She grabbed her bag and opened the front door.
The taxi driver.
A tall man, presumably the taxi driver, said nothing but instead looked her over approvingly. They walked to the taxicab and he opened the back door. While she stepped in, she felt his eyes burning on her back.
“Going to the opening of the season party?” he asked with a chuckle, while he was getting into the driver’s seat.
“Yes, and it is already late, do you think you will be in time?” she replied in a snooty tone, when their eyes met in the rear-view mirror. He was not bad looking, she guessed around middle thirties.
Her mind drifted off to the party where Pat and Bob, her husband would be waiting for her. They had booked a table. She hoped Bob’s friend was not a bore. Ula was wondering if Gran had seen something that she had not told her.
Their eyes crossed again in the rear-view mirror. Suddenly she heard the terrific squeal of brakes and at the same time felt the driver’s hand hitting her collarbone, as she was thrown forward between the two front seats. She was not wearing a seat belt.
Due to her shoulder hitting the front seat and the driver’s quick reaction, she had not hit the windscreen. The breaking glass and the incredible sound of colliding with a car that seemed to have come from nowhere out of a driveway, made her choke.
Then she heard the screaming. The taxi driver was unconscious with blood on the side of his face. That shocked her more than the accident itself. He had saved her life! She got out of the car shaking. People came from all over, and she could hear a siren in the distance. So this is what it is like, she thought, one minute you are planning ahead, and the next moment everything has changed.
When intuition kicks in.
“Are you all right, dear?” an elderly lady who reminded her of her Granny asked. Someone had opened the driver’s car door and was about to drag him out when she snapped.
“No, don’t touch him, it’s his neck!” She placed her hands from behind around his neck for support. “We must wait for the ambulance”.
Many people were standing around. She wondered about the people in the other car. It was a private driveway, so they must have just come out when their taxi drove past.
The taxi driver started to make a sound. She was still holding her hands firmly around his neck when the ambulance arrived. She was good at taking charge, knowing intuitively that the driver could be seriously hurt.
“Okay lady, you can let go now,” the paramedic said. They gently placed a brace around his neck and got him out of the wreck. She was still shaking when she climbed out from the back seat of the cab. They asked her to come along in the ambulance.
Before the ambulance door closed and the siren was switched on to drive away, she saw that the police had arrived and were taking statements from bystanders who pointed to her.
Ula shivered. The siren created a panicky feeling in her. The taxi driver looked as if he was awake; he grasped her hand and squeezed it. He was still lying flat, strapped down, but he was now fully conscious. “Thank you,” he whispered. All she could do was nod, relieved that he seemed O.K.
After her examination at the hospital and the statement she gave to the police, she phoned her dad on his cell-phone. While waiting for her father to arrive she quickly found out what room the driver was in. She peeped around the corner and saw him lying quite still with his neck brace on. Even in the hospital tunic and sedated he was a real hunk. She wondered how badly he was he injured.
The stories of my novel characters
- Is there a linguistic device that breaks all barriers?
Many search for a common way to communicate emotionally and mentally with people, animals or nature that does not involve speech, I know I did. - Written by Tieneke Brinks - the art workshop teacher on my novel series.
- The Hidden Blueprint of Ingrid’s Virtual Life.
Are we all characters in a virtual reality show? Are we individually the actors on a stage? What persona (EGO) type role have we chosen to play in this physical third dimension?
- TV show on my ideal spouse - Short story
Ben the detective and Annelies the ascension workshop facilitator are the main characters in all my visionary fiction novels. Annelies’ journal Vanishing Worlds is my fourth novel in the series.