A Blind Date - Part two - Ula's story
Four weeks later
Going back to work took Ula's mind off the accident – especially off the driver. She was surprised at herself for often thinking about the man who had so quickly put his arm out, stopping her from flying through the windscreen. How stupid for not wearing a seat belt. It took several weeks for her life to return to its normal routine again...
“Ula, Bob can’t make it tomorrow night to the reception at his department, he is on duty and he asked me to take you instead. Please will you join me?” Pat asked her one Friday after work.
“Oh, I don’t know my Gran is leaving on Monday; I thought I would spend Saturday evening with her. My parents are away for the weekend,” her thoughts went back to the last time Pat invited her out a month ago.
“Please, Ula, I really don’t want to go on my own. It will only be for two to three hours,” Pat pleaded.
“I will let you know,”
They both took the same bus to the part of Apeldoorn where her parents lived. She had not been out since the accident and wondered if Gran would mind. She had started to feel good about herself again, after her divorce. She was ready to get involved. Going to a reception could be interesting.
Gran insisted that she went. Ula phoned Pat who said not to worry about how to get to the venue; she would arrange a taxi for her. Pat seemed to have friends in the taxi service. Maybe she could find out how the taxi driver was. She had phoned the hospital several times. After waiting for at least fifteen minutes the receptionist came back on the phone, telling that he had been discharged after three days.
“Gran, if what you say is true, that there are no accidents, and that our thoughts manifest our experience, how did I attract the accident in my experience?”
She was sitting on her bed all dressed up to leave. This time she wore a new outfit, a black cocktail dress, very chic. She had bought it right after her divorce to boost her moral. Having a suntan made her feel even smarter. Gran was admiring her earrings while she was waiting for the taxi cab to arrive that would take her to the reception. She hated herself for hoping that it would be the same taxi cab.
“Darling, you did not entirely attract the accident yourself! Everyone’s thoughts and feelings are like boomerangs, they always come back to us. We all create attractor fields through our thoughts.
“Gran, I don’t understand how life works! One minute I’m determined to stay away from getting involved again, and the next moment after I made that intent, something happens.”
“Ula, you will learn to observe life without criticizing or judging it. Everything you have ever experienced has made you what you are now, love yourself for it and life will smile back at you,” Granny replied smiling. Ula sensed that her Gran knew something but wouldn’t tell her. She gave her a big hug just as the front door bell rang.
The taxi driver.
When she opened the front door, she looked into a pair of eyes that made her knees feel weak. For weeks she had not been able to take her mind off the driver of her last taxi ride, and here he stood again, the same guy!
“You! How are you?” was all she could stammer.
All he did was extend his arm for her to take. He was dressed in a suit and the car was an ordinary sedan, not a taxi. She stopped just before he opened the passenger front door. “Who are you? You are not the taxi driver? Or,... do you know where the reception is being held?”
“You are my date for the reception that Pat and Bob are going to,” he replied smiling at her. His eyes had a sparkle. He was clearly flirting with her.
“You know them?” She was completely taken by surprise. He started the car and they drove away. Ula peered sideways at him, he was really very good looking, but who was he? He made her heart skip every time there eyes met. She could feel his admiration as if he knew her.
“When I collected you to go to the opening of the season party, I was the blind date Pat and Bob had organised. They explained to me your apprehension about meeting with someone and then being stuck with him the whole evening, so I decided to check you out myself.” He was smiling wide and his eyes were laughing.
She was really surprised at what he just told her. So he knew all along who she was? So he was no taxi driver? How did he get to drive the taxi? She was about to ask this question, when he stopped the car. They had arrived at the place where they had had the accident.
“Ula, I have to thank you for saving me by holding my neck so firmly in your capable hands. I would have been far more seriously injured if it had not been for you,” he spoke with such intensity that it made her quiver.
“I don’t even know your name”, she replied in a whisper. Her feelings were running away with her, and she hated it.
“André Jaarsma, and Ula, I could not take my eyes off you that evening, that‘s why I never saw that car pulling out of the driveway,” then at the same time he leaned towards her and gently took her in his arms, kissed her. His directness was so overwhelming it triggered her passion for him rising up from inside. In her heart she knew this was the right moment to be her true authentic self.
Ula and André are minor characters in my novels.
Both Ula Schram, a colleague of Ingrid Barendse (the main character of the novel” The Awakening Clan), and André Jaarsma , one of the detectives who plays an important role in Annelies’ journal: Vanishing Worlds, are made up . They are completely fictitious.
I used to write short stories about each of my characters before weaving them into my visionary fiction plot. By writing their individual script, though creating short stories about them, made them come alive for me.
I had almost forgotten these short stories. They were written in 1995 but I now can publish them as a hub.
When I say short stories, I’m not sure if there is a fixed word count before you call them short stories. I know that some were not so long, but this one needed to be split into two parts.
Intuition plays a big part in my novels. After some minor re-edited this short romantic tale for hubpages, I was drawn to write a hub on the topic of our sixth sense, our intuition.