Mrs.G.F.Handel: Forgive me if everyone is out of charter, I'm kind of new at this. Constructive criticism only or I'll use the flames to burn my b/f's bad music.
George F. Handel: Hey!
Mrs.G.F.Handel: Calm down man. You know I love your music.
Handel: XD
Title: Handel's Chair
Fandom: Ghost Whisperer
Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Whisperer… blah …blah …blah.
Summary: Melinda never dealt with the spirits of famous people before, until she gets a chair that is supposedly have once belonged to the famous German-English composer George Fredrick Handel. Now the dead composer is following her everywhere. How will Melinda get him to cross over?
Chapter One
The windows of the Antique Shoppe were opened, which allowed ample light in the once dark room. Melinda felt so alone, especially after her best friend and partner, Andrea, died. At times she found herself crying that maybe she could have prevented it. But she had gone into the light, she was happy now, in a better place. That's all that matters. At least she wasn't with him.
Melinda was currently standing at the counter doing paper work when she saw a man in a delivery uniform walk up to the door. Opening the door clumsily he said "are you Melinda Gordon?"
"Yes, my I help you?" She asked.
"I got this delivery from a Kathy Willington from upstate. She heard about you store and wanted to sell this piece furniture."
"Did she say why she wanted me to sell it?" asked Melinda, "Why not a closer place near her?"
"No, but she said she will be down later today to discuss it with you. Will you hold the door open please?"
"Sure" replied Melinda. She quickly walked to the door and held it open.
The delivery man went out and retuned shortly with a large Baroque Style chair on a dollies. It was made of a white material with a dark brown hardwood trim.
"Wow it's so beautiful" said Melinda. "Why would anyone want to get rid of it?"
"I don't know. But she will be here later today, like I said" replied the delivery man. "Well, I got to go, a lot more deliveries to make. Have a good day Ma'am." He tipped his hat and left.
"Have a good day" Melinda called after him.
As Melinda watched him walk down the sidewalk and get into his truck, out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure under one of the many shady trees on that block, right behind the delivery truck. It looked like a man in Baroque clothing and wearing a big, white puffy wig. Before Melinda got a good look at it, the figure was gone. Melinda took another look at the chair. It really was a very beautiful chair. Deciding it looked very comfy, she took a seat. It was very soft, but not so soft that you could not be able to get up again because you're so low that you get stuck.
"I could really enjoy a chair like this," she said.
Suddenly, a great feeling spread over her, as though she had just accomplished something great, as well a sense of a great deal of a calm and a relaxed feeling. It was so powerful, she had to stand up. She did not think much of it, probably just some spirit in a really good mood. Realizing that the chair was right in front of the door, she took the back end and dragged the somewhat heavy chair to a place near the counter.
Across the street, Delia Banks left a shop and made her way to Melinda's. Within moments she was coming through the door.
"I saw the dilivery truck. What did you get?"
"It's a chair. Someone sent it down to have it sold." "Wow, its very beautiful, isint it?"
"Sure is," sayed Melinda.
"Hey, do you want to go shopping later, I have to get a new wardrobe for my boy?"
"Okay, that sounds like fun. Meet you at the coffie shope later?" asked Melinda. "Sure, about 3:00?"
"Sure, I'll go home first then I will see you there."
"Great, I'll see you" Delia smiled and left.
Melinda was realy sarting to have a good day, untill she looked out a window and saw the figure for a second time. This time she saw it more clearly. It was that of a man in his sixties, he had dark shadows under his eyes, paile skin, and looked somewhat confused. Melinda suddenly knew who this sole once was.
"It's impossible" she murmerd. Before Melinda could do anything eilse, he was gone.
TBC…
Mrs.G.F.Handel: Well, what do you all think? I will update as soon as I can.
Handel: So review or eilse she wont write anymore, right?
Mrs.G.F.Handel: Oh, I'll wrie more, I'll just be nice if people reviewed…
Handel: Please review, it makes her feel good about herself.
Mrs.G.F.Handel: XD