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Fiction or not of past lives
Short story of past lives
Short Story: Fantasy
Evelyn’s eyes scanned the room as she entered the library for her
monthly book club meeting. OK, there was Nathan, already seated in his usual
place chatting with Frasier and Marion, her white cane leaning against the
table. A small smile tipped up her lips. Since her meeting with her
meditation group last week she understood some of the interactions here
better. Almost all the twelve members were there. Frasier nodded to her as he
whispered into Marion’s ear. Than Marion’s southern drawl filled the air with
her greeting, “Evening Evelyn, Ah hope ya’ll had time for a decent dinnah
between work and now?”
Evelyn replied, “Yes thank you. And let me compliment Frasier on
matching your turquoise all so well. But Frasier, next time match the plain
turquoise to either the plaid or the floral, but not both.”
“What” shrieked Marion and turning to her husband. “You said they all
“But, but dear,” he sputtered “To me they do all match, and I’m
wearing a matching turquoise necktie. After 40 years you know my sense of
fashion. Does this mean you’ll divorce me?”
Marion’s expression softened immediately as she replied “If we
divorced how could I find someone to take care of this blind old wrinkled
white haired woman. I guess we’re just stuck together.” And they continued
in lowered voices. Nathan assured her he noticed nothing amiss in how she
Evelyn slipped into an empty seat next to Maurice smiling at him.
This was only his second time attending, but he seamlessly joined the group,
and she wanted to get to know him better.
Maurice whispered to her, “They did almost the same thing last time.
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Is this a monthly ritual?”
Evelyn nodded “In the two years I’ve been coming, yes. They don’t like
open displays of affection, but they are devoted to each other. When they
can’t find the book on tape, he reads her the whole thing.”
Evelyn eyed Maurice again, a business attired gentleman with a bulging
briefcase on the floor by his feet. “So tell me how you came to our group?
You don’t seem to have a lot of time for leisure reading.”
He laughed, “Is it that obvious? In college I loved English, but
found more jobs in accounting. Setting up my own business after
working for others means bringing home work at night. This is a way to
remind myself I have a life outside of work.”
“Ah ha” Evelyn thought “He’s still working as an independent business man.”
Two more people joined the group and Hilga, the self appointed leader,
looked at her watch and announced it was time to get started. Most everyone
already had their book out and favorite passage marked to read. This month
the book had been an oldie but goodie, The Celestine Prophesy By James
As Hilga began reading, she always went first, Evelyn’s mind wandered
back to her meditation group last week. How incredible it had been. Normally
they do a tape about feeling the oneness with God, or a life pathway by
listening to your God given instincts, which are His internal directions.
But one of the members, Noemi, had brought a past life regression tape, and
they agreed to try it. She was still blown away by the results.
She and Noemi, both had the same vision of being together, dressed in
ball gowns in 1732 Dutch Royal Court. Jaden from their group was also in
court with them. She was a lady in waiting, and a favorite of the court to
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sing. Jaden was visiting from Spain, and Noemi was her singing teacher. She
was instructing them on singing duets. Maybe, Evelyn mused, that’s why when
she was told by her high school music teacher that she was tone deaf, it took
her by surprise. But she still liked to sing along with the radio.
For the next meditation they were in Missouri as settlers, and most of
her library group was there. Frasier and Marion were her parents, she was
Jeb, Nathan’s older brother, Maurice was the traveling photographer, Hilga
was the town banker.
Nathan, he was called Doug than, was an expert marksman, he did most
of the hunting for the family and the town celebrations. There was talk of
banning him from the annual shoot out, just so someone else could have first
place for a change. Nathan currently loved his laser tag and paint ball
outings, so he was still into hitting targets with great accuracy.
Frasier and Marion were their parents. Marion loved to make apple pies
before her eyesight went, and in the past life, she coordinated the cooking
for the town’s festivities, with her pies being very much sought after.
Fraiser was the entrepreneur of the family, with the vision to move them all
to the frontier and set up the farming and ranching. Now he was a retired
college professor, but still went to an occasional college board meeting, and
was a guest lecturer. He had made great changes at the school, and it was one
of the best in the nation.
Evelyn, as Jeb, was in charge of the horses. Maybe that’s why one of
her goals for next year was horseback riding lessons. Also as Jeb, she had
musical talent, she played the harmonica at all the barn dances as part of
the local band.
This is still a work in progress. I want to show more of the same personality traits, suggestions welcome how to proceed. Should I show more similarities, or discuss more people in the group, and or both.