This is a work of fiction.
October of 1972 was a cold month. It was colder still on that Friday morning after the first frost.
Sarah was lost. She had lost all that she held dear to her. She was young and impressionable. She believed Savadore when he said he loved her. In time she discovered that their love had produced life within her womb.
Sarah was happy because Salvadore said that there was no need for a piece of paper to prove his love for her, but if she were to become pregnant he would marry her to give the baby a proper name.
The time came when Sarah broke the news to Salvadore that they were expecting a child. She learned the following Friday that he was a man of lies.
Salvadore was a wild man. “You are not woman enough to get pregnant!” as he grabbed her and flipped her head over heals on the tarazzo floor. Then to add insult to injury he took a pitcher of ice water and poured it over her head and body.
Sarah lay on the sodden stone cold floor while Salvadore went on a drunken rampage and broke every window in the house. The threw open the closet that they shared and he tossed all of her clothes out in the nearly freezing grass after a cold rainstorm.
Sarah couldn’t move. The pain in her hip and lower back was tremendous. She tried to block out his screaming at her.
Sarah Turner gave up her life in southern Florida to meet the man of her dreams. She met him through the want ads that graced every newspaper. Salvadore Green gave her the impression that he was a successful convenience store owner. She believed every word he said.
Sarah was just starting nursing school when she saw the ad in the ‘Lonley Hearts’ column in one of the popular tabloids.
‘Honest, single man, financially secure seeking loving female who loves walks in the park and holding hands.’
Sarah was intrigued by the ad and sent a stamped self addressed envelope to the address given in the paper. She included the identification number of the author of the ad so he would get her letter.
Six weeks after responding to the ad she received a letter. She learned he was a wealthy convenience store owner. They wrote back and forth for several months. They exchanged phone numbers and they fell in love over the phone.
“I love you Sarah.”
“I love you too Salvadore.”
“I like how you say my name, Sarah.”
Months passed by and the lovebirds talked whenever they could. Then during summer vacation from college, Salvadore invited her to visit him in Northern Vermont. Her visit became an extended stay and he convinced her to move in with him. He had plenty of room.
Instead of going to school in Vermont she played housewife. Salvadore taught her how to cook many of the foods he liked to eat. He loved orange glazed chicken. He loved pineapple on pizza.
The sun, moon and the stars danced in his liquid brown eyes. He was beautiful. Sarah was so in love with Salvadore that she gave him her heart and soul.
After several months she wondered when they were going to take their relationship to the next level. She wanted a commitment from him.
“Don’t worry babe. Why ruin a good thing? Listen to what I’m saying to you Sarah” he said as he blew smoke from his mouth. “We will go to the justice of the peace if you get pregnant, but I hope you don’t get pregnant right away because we need a chance to bond.”
That all made sense to Sarah until she had the news that she was indeed pregnant with his child.
It all seemed like a blur after it was all said and done. He had thrown her out into the cold. She was walking on the side of the road with what few articles of clothing she could find.
A police officer saw her drenched and pulled up beside her.
“Can I give you a ride somewhere miss?” The officer asked through the opened window at Sarah’s side.
She got in the police vehicle and broke down crying. She told him as much as she could remember. “I think my hip is broken.”
“My name is officer Jerry Flemming. I’ll take you to the hospital and we’ll go from there.”
All the sounds were coming together like a cachophany of sound. The officer’s voice was gentle and strong. The windshield wipers seemed to say ‘stupid, stupid, stupid.’ The engine of the car was quiet but the chatter on the police radio didn’t resonate with her.
At the hospital emergency room, Sarah was interviewed by a nurse, an IV of 5% dextrose and normal saline (D5NS) was started in her left firearm. She lost all track of time. A urine sample was given, and blood samples and X-rays were taken.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the ER doctor confirmed that no bones were broken, and that she was pregnant.
The police officer that brought her into the ER hung around as much as he could. He tried to talk to her about pressing charges on her boyfriend for assault and battery but she refused.
When Sarah was released from the ER, he asked if he could take her home.
“Where do your parents live?”
“They live in Miami. I can’t go home pregnant. My parents would never accept me.”
Officer Jerry Flemming took Sarah to a safe house for the time being. Jerry felt sorry for the girl, but he also felt something was special about her. He made a mental note to keep a check on Sarah.
The following week Sarah walked to a nearby doctor. He was in family practice. He asked her if she was going to keep the baby or had she made other plans. She knew what ‘other plans’ meant. He was asking her, without asking if she planned to abort the pregnancy or maybe keep the baby or adopt it out.
“A young woman in your situation with no husband and no gainful employment would be doing a disservice to an unborn child by selfishly going through with the pregnancy with no means of support, Sarah” the doctor said.
Dr Rob, as he was called was quite opinionated and did not approve of babies being born in less than favorable conditions.
The shelter Sarah lived in had a time limit on how long she could stay. It wasn’t the best of places, but it wasn’t the worst.
As time was growing short, Sarah felt pressured to make a decision. She was already right weeks gone and if she was going to terminate the pregnancy she had better do it sooner than later.
Officer Jerry Flemming came to see Sarah and take her to another safe house if need be. Her head was sagging between her shoulders with eyes cast down. Jerry saw a tear slip from her lower lid onto her cheek.
“Sarah? Why are you crying?” Jerry asked as he draped his arm lightly over her shoulder.
“I’ve decided to terminate this pregnancy. It just wouldn’t be fair to bring a baby into the world without a fighting chance.” she answered almost inaudibly.
“I can’t tell you what to do, but I wish you wouldn’t do it. My wife and I can’t have a child and we would love to be given the gift you have been given.” he said, looking deep into her greenish-brown eyes. “Has anyone ever told you that you have mysterious eyes? They seem to change color. Your eyes look completely different from the first time I saw you.”
“You are quite observant, officer Flemming. My eye color changes with my moods. Sometimes they are brown, sometimes they are green and sometimes they have blue striations.”
“I’m a cop; what can I say. I was trained to notice everything.” Jerry confessed.
A few days later Sarah went through with terminating her pregnancy. She thought it would be like most any other surgical procedure and be over and done with. She was wrong. She grieved. She grieved for years until she learned to accept what she had done.
Years passed. She met Officer Flemming again. He was no longer married. His wife had succumbed to breast cancer. She died fairly quickly after her diagnosis. “It was like a gunshot.” he said, ” She was there and suddenly she was gone from my life forever.”
Sarah had gotten her life together over the years. She made it a point to never get romantically involved with any man who noticed her. She carried grief and shame upon her shoulders and felt she didn’t deserve to be happy.
She put herself through nursing school. The hospital Sarah applied to for a nursing assistant position offered a nursing program associated with the local technical college. The hospital paid her way and worked out a contract with her that she would work for the hospital at full pay for no less than three years. She could stay on after the length of the contract if she chose to, and that is what she did.
Officer Jerry Flemming continued to stay in contact with her. Her living conditions were meager compared to other nurses with her length of experience.
“I have an idea,” Jerry said. “I have a mother-in-law apartment in my basement. It’s yours if you want it. I won’t even charge you rent. How about it?” he asked.
“I’ll give it some thought” she answered with a weak smile.
In the meantime, she worked till near exhaustion working double shifts. One clear night her eyes were drifting closed when she saw a shadow of a man step into the moonlight filtering in through the curtains which illuminated the room. She knew she should have been frightened, but she wasn’t. He was a young man with blonde hair and the same mysterious eyes with blue striations in his irises, just like hers. He was illuminated with light that seemed to glow from the essence of his being.
“Who are you?” Sarah asked.
“I am called Brian. I was your son that never came into being.”
Sarah began to tremble with the same sense of loss that she thought she had forgotten.
“I’m so sorry Son. I should never have gone through with the procedure to stop your creation.”
“Don’t sweat it mom. I know something you don’t. The police officer that has stayed in your life all these years is in love with you. I know he loves you and I know you love him but you won’t allow yourself to be happy. He is going to ask you to marry him, Mom. There is still time for me to be born. I will be in the Hall of Souls until my time comes to be come into the lives to two loving parents. You will have me mom. I will have a dad too. I will grow up and be a police officer just like Jerry.”
Sarah stared in awe at this light being who was her beautiful future son.
“Say yes to him Mom. Say yes.”
Brian faded away. A year later Sarah was married to the man who stood by her for what seemed a lifetime. Together, they brought forth a son. They named him Brian.
Previously published on Bubblews