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John Smith was trying very hard to keep from toppling over. He was carrying a large stack of books, and was planning on returning them to the library. Not just to see Marion-Miss Prentice-although they had grown close. The kind librarian always put a smile on his face.
And there she was. Coming up the stairs, a huge grin on he face at seeing him. "Good morning, Mr. Smith." He couldn't help but smile. Unfortunately, that caused the bit of imbalance needed to topple the pile, and a couple of books fell to the floor.
"Ah, there we go," he bent down to pick them up, still holding his stack.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me help you," she said, crouching down.
"No, no. I've got it, no." He insisted, "er, how best to retrieve?" He queried, finally noting the stack of books in his arms. "I-if you could take these," he held out the stack to Marion-Miss Prentice-and she took them from him.
"Good," she said, as he picked up the books.
"Um-so! How are you?" He asked, slightly flustered.
"I'm quite well, thank you," she replied. "Although I appear to be holding your books." The was no mistaking the humour in her voice.
"Sorry, sorry. Just let me…" he reached for the books.
"No," she said. "Why don't I take half?"
"Ah," he said. "Brilliant. Perfect. Division of labour." He grabbed half the stack.
She smiled, "we make quite a team."
"Don't we just." He smiled back.
They stared at each other for a couple seconds until the librarian cleared her throat. "So, these books! Were they being taken in any particular direction?"
"Yes. To the library in fact." He smiled at her, and they continued along.
"I must say Miss Prentice, I am rather impressed with how you organized the library." John said, as thy neared top of a flight of stairs.
"Please Mr. Smith. I've known you for all of a month, and if it's just the two of us, I'd much rather you call me Marion." She looked up at him hopefully.
"M-Marion?" He stuttered out.
"That's my name." She affirmed.
"Well of course it is," he said, matter-of-factly.
"And it's John, isn't it?" Her voice was full of hope.
"Yes, yes it is, yes." He nodded rapidly.
She looked over at the notice board. "Have you seen this, John? The annual dance at the village hall tomorrow. Do you think you'll go?"
"I'll admit …Marion, I hadn't thought about it."
"Oh," she looked down. "I don't know the last time I went to a dance, only no ones asked me."
John started backing away. "Well, I'd imagine that you'd be, er, I mean I'd never thought you'd be one for… I mean, there's no reason why you shouldn't. If you do, you may not. I-I probably won't, but even if I did, then I couldn't. I mean I wouldn't want to-"
"The stairs." Marion cut off his ramble.
"What about the stairs?"
"John, they're right behind you." And down he fell, in a flurry of books.
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John was sitting now, in his room, with Marion, while Matron Redfern tended to his head. He kept twitching his head, and it was irking the Matron.
"Stop it. I get boys causing less fuss." She said sharply.
"But it hurts…" he whined.
"Well, it may hurt, but you look fine," she left, shutting the door behind her.
Suddenly, Martha burst in, slamming the door shut. "Is he alright?"
Marion looked up, "yes Martha, he's fine. But it's hardly good form to enter without knocking."
She rolled her eyes. "Sorry," she went, knocked on the door then came back over. "But is he alright?"
"Yes Martha, the Matron checked him over." Rose smiled at John.
"I was just telling Marion, Miss Prentice, about my dreams." He smiled at Marion. "They are quite remarkable tales. I keep imagining that I'm someone else, and that I'm hiding," he said, bemused.
"Hiding?" She asked, "in what way?"
"They're almost every night." He sniffed, "this is going to sound silly."
"No, John, tell me." She insisted.
"I dream, quite often, that I have two hearts." He admitted, looking down.
"Well, I'll be the judge of that. If you don't mind." She smiled shyly, and reached for the stethoscope the Matron had left behind, and placed it on his chest. She listened for a couple of seconds. "Just one heart, singular."
"I-I have, um-I have written some of these dreams in the form of fiction." He stuttered out. "Not that it would be of any interest."
"Oh I'd be very interested." Said Marion.
John stood up, "well, I've never actually shown it to anyone before." He retrieved the book and sat back down, handing it to Marion.
She opened it. "A journal of impossible things," she mused, flipping through the pages. "Just look at these creatures. Such imagination." She smiled at him.
"Yes, it's become quite a hobby," he admitted.
"And quite an eye for the ladies as well." She had flipped to a page with a drawing of a woman who quite resembled Marion herself-although John took no notice.
"Oh no, no. She's just an invention. This character, Rose I call her. Rose. Seems to disappear later on." He looked over her shoulder as Marion flipped to the next page. "Ah, that's the box. The blue box. Always there. Like a, like a magic carpet. The funny little box that transports me to faraway places."
"Like a doorway?" She asked, flipping through more pages.
"Mm. You know, I sometimes think how magical life would be if stories like this were real." He admitted.
She smiled. "If only." She got up, "I must return to the library. But I hope to see you soon, John."
"I hope to see you as well, Marion." He smiled back, as the door closed.
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"Oh, it's freezing out here. Why can't we have a drink inside the pub?" Martha said as she came out of the pub, carrying a tray with two drinks on it, then sitting at the table with Jenny.
"Now don't be ridiculous. You do get these notions! It's all very well, those Suffragettes. but that's London. That's miles away. " Said Jenny, shaking her head, smiling in bemusement at her friends antics.
"But don't you just want to scream sometimes," Martha argued. "Having to bow and scrape and behave. Don't you just want to tell them?
"I don't know." Jenny admitted. "Things must be different in your country."
"Yeah, well they are." She declared, "thank God I'm not staying.
"You keep saying that," Jenny protested. "What does that even mean?"
"Just you wait." She said, "One more month and I'm as free as the wind. I wish you could come with me, Jenny. You'd love it."
"Where are you going to go?" Jenny asked in rapture.
"Anywhere." She admitted, pointing at the sky "Just look up there. Imagine you could go all the way out to the stars."
"You don't half say mad things." Jenny smiled with teasing in her voice.
"That's where I'm going," Martha said in rapture. "Into the sky, all the way out." She gazed up at the stars once again.
Suddenly, there was a bright green streak of light across the sky. "Did you see that?!" Martha exclaimed, staring at the sky in fear.
"See what?" Asked Jenny, confused.
"Did you see it though, that green light?" She queried, "up in the the sky, just for a second!"
"Martha, there's nothing there!" Jenny insisted, shaking her head.
Miss Prentice then appeared, running towards the pub. "Matron!" Exclaimed Martha, "are you alright?"
"Did you see that?" The librarian asked. "There was a light in the woods!"
"Anything wrong ladies?" The Doctor-no, Martha admonished herself-John walked up to them. "Far to cold to be standing around in the dark, eh?"
"There, there!" Marion pointed at the sky, "that light!"
"Oh," exclaimed Jenny. "That's beautiful."
"All gone," said John. "Commenly known as a meteorite. It's just rocks falling to the the ground, that's all."
"But," Marion protested. "It came down in the woods!"
"No, no, no, no." Said John firmly. "They always look close. But really, they're miles off. Nothing left but a cinder. Now, I should escort you back to the school. Ladies?" He held out his arm, which Marion took gratefully.
"No, we're fine." Said Martha.
"Then I shall bid you good night." Said John, and he and Miss Prentice left for the school.
Martha looked over at Jenny. "Do you wanna go check it out?" She asked excitedly.
"O-okay," said Jenny, nodding her head. The two headed out to the woods.
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