YA Short Story
Summary: Mira did not know what she had in store the day she fell asleep while wanting to escape her current situation. Overcoming the death of someone close and burying herself in school and an internship has kept her somewhat awake and alive.
An admiration for the actor James Dean was all that kept the memory of her father alive. If she couldn’t be with her father, she could at least remember what they shared. She always wanted to meet James Dean.
Be careful what you wish for. It may just come true.
Consoling Angel Excerpt:
My life couldn’t be more complete. As we reached the apartments, I slowly got off the bike, surprised at myself that I had done this. Ordinarily, I’d never get on a motorcycle. James leaned over and caressed my cheek. Before I could open my mouth to tell him what was to happen to him, he gave me a quick peck on the lips. I couldn’t let James walk away, not now.
Something in me grasped his wrist; my breath caught in my throat. I no longer cared about the rain. I must have looked like a drowned rat to him. “I have to tell you something,” I blurted as I waited for his reaction.
James smiled, then chuckled as he caressed my face. The rain was preventing me from seeing clearly. “Sweetheart, it’s raining and you’re soaked. I hope this is important.” Pulling him toward me, I faced him. I could change history. I could have him live out his life as he was meant to. If I couldn’t save my father, I could save him.
“In the future, when you become famous, please be careful. Remember this: there will be a day that you are off to a race. You will not see a car until it’s too late. James, please promise me. It could mean your life.” I must have sounded like a complete and total idiot to him. Geez! I think I watched Back To The Future too many times. I sounded like Marty talking to the professor about his impending death.
Chuckling, he shook his head, expelling the rain off his head and onto me. Laughter erupted between us as I covered my face. He then cupped my face, kissed my forehead. “Are you sure you’re not an angel? I cannot promise anything, but baby, I can promise I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up here and you can ditch your responsibilities. Ride with me.”
Sighing, now I knew how all those girls felt when they looked at him. What an offer that would be. Ditch school to ride with the man who was loved by so many. I was determined he’d listen to me. Gripping his hands from my face, I gazed into his eyes. “I’m serious!”
Before I could utter another word, his lips descended on mine. My body went toward him and melted. I couldn’t help but respond as I brought him closer. I was lost in his warm lips as they caressed mine. Lingering near my lips, he breathed, “I know you are.” Then, winking as he kissed me again, smiling that beautiful smile of his, “How else can my angel guard me if she isn’t with me?”
Guest Post: The Original Ending
By Denise Alicea
So we all have original endings that we have come up with when writing and absolutely loved right? Well what happened to your ending? Did it get elaborated or did it change completely. So before I got published, I had a dear friend of mine edit my short story, Consoling Angel. Since the story took place with two characters, one who traveled back in time. My original ending was a short ending and got straight to the point or so I thought. You learn so much from the editing process. I learned that we have to take it easy and explore the character progression and emotional journey. My main character, Mira was going through a process of withdrawal and becoming very introverted due to her father passing. I needed to add more about what happened with James and Mira. So a suggestion from my editor was that to add more to the middle. What I ended up doing was giving Mira and James more time together in the past. So always look at your ending and ask yourself is this this the right thing for your reader?
The Original Ending
Chuckling softly, he touched my hand and I froze. “Maybe we have met.” Hearing his voice with the warmth of his hand upon mine, I nearly dissolved, feeling nothing around me. This had to be Jimmy reincarnated. As Ms. Winkler continued her art lesson about drawing, I turned my head and smiled at him. This was the gift fate was willing to hand me along with the message: I guess you can find love across time or maybe it just finds you. James and I looked at each other again with knowing smiles.
This was the start of something new in my life.