Date: Fri, 14 Feb 1997 13:21:35 -0800
From: carriek@isat.com (Carrie Krumtum)
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Subject: Submission

This story is based on characters created by J. Parriott and B. Cohen
for the TV series Forever Knight.

Say it with a Card
by Carrie Krumtum
c. 1997

        Opening the mail box seemed like such an ordinary activity. The
fact that this day should hold special significance never really entered
her mind. Not until she found the envelope.
        There it sat, in the center of her table. She had been staring
at it for at least an hour now. She was afraid to open it. Afraid of
what it might reveal to her. Afraid and barely capable of containing her
wildest dreams.
        Swallowing and clearing her throat in an empty room, she picked
up the red envelope for what must have been the hundredth time. Her hand
even shook a little.
        The handwriting on the envelope was cursive and beautiful. A
very practiced hand had transcribed her name and address onto the paper.
A hand eight hundred years old....
        Turning the envelope over, she again noted the gold heart shaped
seal that closed the card at the back. It had gently scalloped edges and
seemed very delicate for a foil seal.
        Placing one finger under the seal, she pulled with just enough
pressure for it to break free from the paper beneath. There, it was
open. Now, all she had to do was bring herself to pull the card from the
surrounding enclosure.
        She opted, instead, to lift the flap of the envelope and take a
peek at what she could see of the card. It had been placed in the
envelope with the white back of the card showing through the opening.
Damn.
        Pinching the edge of the card and pulling gently, she slid the
card free of the envelope and dropped the envelope on the table. She
turned the card over in her hands.
        It was completely white. No color at all. The front of the card
paper had been pressed and sported a rose in convex relief. She ran her
fingers lightly over the impression and felt her heart pound within her
breast. Her mouth had gone inexplicably dry and her attempts to swallow
at the lump in her throat were only marginally successful.
        The slight tremor of her hand become even more pronounced as she
gripped the outer edge of the front of the card to open it and reveal
what lay within.
        There were no preprinted words. No poem or cartoon or beautiful
pictures of a seascape, sunrise or flower. There was only his script,
handwritten and beautiful.
        She felt as if her heart would stop or leap from her body or cry
aloud with glorious joy....
        It said, simply and elegantly, the one thing she wanted more
that anything for it to say.

                "Natalie,

                I love you.

                Nick"


Another beginning


-- 
Carrie
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