Disclaimer: Don't own them - if I did they would think I was crazy for all
this time travel.
This may be Harm's last dream but it's not the end of the story or is it?
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Harm's Final Dream.
It had been several days since Harm's subconscious took him back in time. He was finally getting real sleep. Mac had gone back to her apartment.
He missed her. He liked the idea of her staying with him. In some ways he wished the dreams continued. As long as they did she would have stayed with him. It was comforting knowing she was so close. The night they slept on the couch he was able to hold her all night long.
He crawled under the covers and stared at the ceiling. Slowly sleep came over him.
SOUTH CAROLINA 1865
As Harm walked down the dirt road, he saw all the remains of dead shrubbery that once used to line the road to his home. It was devastating to look at. His home was once beautiful rich farmland. As a young boy he remembered the fields of cotton that grew behind his home. Now there was nothing but a vast wasteland. It would take years to recover what they had lost.
Would they be able to recover? It had been 4 years since he had been there. He had to leave; the honor of the South was at stake. He wasn't fighting just for independence. He was fighting for his way of life. They had lost the war. The South had tried and failed. In his mind he was angry, in his heart he was glad the war was over. The senseless killings, watching his friends die, fighting other Americans. Was it all worth it?
He approached his home. The structure was still there but the majesty it once possessed was gone. He remembered the days of his parents sitting on the veranda and his siblings playing. He remembered the parties and barbeques they had. They were famous for them. People would come and stay for days.
He had his first kiss at one of those parties. Sarah, she lived in the neighboring plantation. He wondered what had happened to her. She must have gotten married. The night before he left, they had sat on the veranda and talked for hours. No promises had been made and she was not his. But it was thoughts of her that helped get him through the war. He had no right to think of her. The forbidden kiss they had shared wasn't proper. He had never called upon her nor had he gained the permission of her father to court her. That night he didn't care. He was leaving and he wanted to take the memory of Sarah with him.
All of a sudden he heard a scream. "HARMON?" It was his mother running to him. "You're here, home safe." She cried. "He's home," she called out to the family. They all came running to greet him.
"Harmon, I've missed you," his younger brother said excitedly. His little sister, who was barely three when he left, stayed in the background. She wasn't exactly clear on who this man was. "Chloe, I'm your brother, let me see you. You have grown." Chloe was still unsure of this man in tattered clothes standing there. She clung tightly to the skirts of a woman. Harm looked up to the woman standing there.
"Welcome home Harmon." Sarah smiled. "Sarah what are you doing here?" Harm asked quizzically. "Our home was destroyed. Your family kindly took us in." Sarah said.
Harm completely forgot about his family and grabbed Sarah and held her. "You are all I thought about." He whispered in her ear. He then realized that it was very improper for him to have said that to her. He had been away, he had no idea if she had married or was already spoken for. "Forgive me Sarah, I did not mean to speak out of turn." He spoke the words yet he was still holding her.
"Harmon," she whispered, "I've been waiting for this day."
"You have?" He asked as he lifted her off the ground and swung her around.
"My father made arrangements for me to marry, Georges DuPris from New Orleans. I told him, I would not marry anyone until you came home. I waited for you Harmon."
Harm didn't care about properness or decency; he kissed Sarah right there for all to see.
"Oh my body and soul." Harm's mother called out. "Harmon put her down."
"It's ok Mama, we're getting married." Harm said.
"Married?" His mother said, almost fainting.
"Yes Mama, married. It's always been Sarah."
HARM'S APARTMENT
Harm sat upright in his bed. It's always been Sarah? He thought. Harm got up and began pacing. Four different dreams and each time it was Mac. He finally got it. "IT'S ALWAYS BEEN MAC." He said aloud.
He looked at the clock it was 2am and he didn't care, he grabbed the phone.
"Mac? Wake up, I'm coming over."
This may be Harm's last dream but it's not the end of the story or is it?
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Harm's Final Dream.
It had been several days since Harm's subconscious took him back in time. He was finally getting real sleep. Mac had gone back to her apartment.
He missed her. He liked the idea of her staying with him. In some ways he wished the dreams continued. As long as they did she would have stayed with him. It was comforting knowing she was so close. The night they slept on the couch he was able to hold her all night long.
He crawled under the covers and stared at the ceiling. Slowly sleep came over him.
SOUTH CAROLINA 1865
As Harm walked down the dirt road, he saw all the remains of dead shrubbery that once used to line the road to his home. It was devastating to look at. His home was once beautiful rich farmland. As a young boy he remembered the fields of cotton that grew behind his home. Now there was nothing but a vast wasteland. It would take years to recover what they had lost.
Would they be able to recover? It had been 4 years since he had been there. He had to leave; the honor of the South was at stake. He wasn't fighting just for independence. He was fighting for his way of life. They had lost the war. The South had tried and failed. In his mind he was angry, in his heart he was glad the war was over. The senseless killings, watching his friends die, fighting other Americans. Was it all worth it?
He approached his home. The structure was still there but the majesty it once possessed was gone. He remembered the days of his parents sitting on the veranda and his siblings playing. He remembered the parties and barbeques they had. They were famous for them. People would come and stay for days.
He had his first kiss at one of those parties. Sarah, she lived in the neighboring plantation. He wondered what had happened to her. She must have gotten married. The night before he left, they had sat on the veranda and talked for hours. No promises had been made and she was not his. But it was thoughts of her that helped get him through the war. He had no right to think of her. The forbidden kiss they had shared wasn't proper. He had never called upon her nor had he gained the permission of her father to court her. That night he didn't care. He was leaving and he wanted to take the memory of Sarah with him.
All of a sudden he heard a scream. "HARMON?" It was his mother running to him. "You're here, home safe." She cried. "He's home," she called out to the family. They all came running to greet him.
"Harmon, I've missed you," his younger brother said excitedly. His little sister, who was barely three when he left, stayed in the background. She wasn't exactly clear on who this man was. "Chloe, I'm your brother, let me see you. You have grown." Chloe was still unsure of this man in tattered clothes standing there. She clung tightly to the skirts of a woman. Harm looked up to the woman standing there.
"Welcome home Harmon." Sarah smiled. "Sarah what are you doing here?" Harm asked quizzically. "Our home was destroyed. Your family kindly took us in." Sarah said.
Harm completely forgot about his family and grabbed Sarah and held her. "You are all I thought about." He whispered in her ear. He then realized that it was very improper for him to have said that to her. He had been away, he had no idea if she had married or was already spoken for. "Forgive me Sarah, I did not mean to speak out of turn." He spoke the words yet he was still holding her.
"Harmon," she whispered, "I've been waiting for this day."
"You have?" He asked as he lifted her off the ground and swung her around.
"My father made arrangements for me to marry, Georges DuPris from New Orleans. I told him, I would not marry anyone until you came home. I waited for you Harmon."
Harm didn't care about properness or decency; he kissed Sarah right there for all to see.
"Oh my body and soul." Harm's mother called out. "Harmon put her down."
"It's ok Mama, we're getting married." Harm said.
"Married?" His mother said, almost fainting.
"Yes Mama, married. It's always been Sarah."
HARM'S APARTMENT
Harm sat upright in his bed. It's always been Sarah? He thought. Harm got up and began pacing. Four different dreams and each time it was Mac. He finally got it. "IT'S ALWAYS BEEN MAC." He said aloud.
He looked at the clock it was 2am and he didn't care, he grabbed the phone.
"Mac? Wake up, I'm coming over."