[The Dream Merchant] Helen's Story
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				Title: <strong>[The Dream Merchant] Helen's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>forlorn1</strong> on <strong>13-01-2007, 16:25:27</strong>
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				And for Helen, this is how it started...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helen's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpirituallyAddicted</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 13:35:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;She finally had a day off, the first in nearly two months to be honest. She had managed to sneak in a few hours on several other scheduled days off but this time she had been caught. The was an ordered time off with the preparation for an extended vacation, either that or they would let her go. 'We need a doctor on call with their head in the game, Helen, you need this. You'll thank me later.' She gave a disgusted smirk as her boss' words floated freely around in her mind. "How would you know," she mumbled as she walked down the street, just low enough not to be heard. <br><br>&nbsp;She tried going home but couldn't handle even an hour there, too many ghosts hanging on the walls and the echoes that lingered. How could something sound so sweet and lively feel like a knife turning in her stomach. So even with the rain she decided to take a walk, far away from the noises and ghosts and down the sidewalk of busy streets. It must have been the end of a normal work day, everyone else was so eager to get home. Here she was walking away from it, caring very little about the fact she was becoming soaked since leaving her umbrella. It wasn't like she could go get it either since it was at the hospital and she was forbidden there today.<br><br>&nbsp;After a while though the chill on her wet skin became noticeble to cause her to shiver, blindly she turned into the nearest door which happened to be an entrance to a store. She wiped her feet before entering and wrapped her arms around herself letting the objects around catch her eye. There was one in particular that caught her attention instantly, it made her even lose her breath a moment. She walked forward and picked up the knit cap, colored red and blue. It was made to fit a child but it looked so familar, it had to be one just like it. But that was impossible, the one she knew was hand made and there was nothing like this made in stores. By now she held the thing tightly in both hands and tried to rationalize this was not the wool knit cap sitting at home in her son's dresser.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helen's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>forlorn1</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 04:12:54</strong>
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				It was when her gaze lifted from the cap that she noticed the gray cat staring at her.<br>He, and somehow she immediately thought of him as a he, looked at her pointedly and seemed to be about to speak.&nbsp; Instead he yawned, turned, and made a silent and very graceful leap onto the main counter of the store.&nbsp; Hopping down behind the counter he left her view, but she saw a slight sway in the curtain to the back room.&nbsp; A few seconds later a distinguished looking man drew back the curtain and walked out to the great oak counter.<br><br>"Good evening miss" he said graciously.&nbsp; "And what have you found that interests you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helen's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpirituallyAddicted</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 13:09:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;The appearance of the cat caught her attention, perhaps even startling her a bit more then usual. She followed his movements with her eyes until he disappeared from her sight. Helen still held on tightly to the cap, maybe tighter as the man emerged where she saw the cat enter. There was a lingering moment of disbelief and shaky nerves before she managed to clear her mind and throat to speak. Despite his pleasent tone her's sounded a bit plainer, maybe even a bit accusing. "This cap, where did you get this?" she asked now able to move, walking right up to the counter and placing it in front of him. Though her hand remained on top of at as if ready to protect it with her very life, her head tilted slightly ready to hear his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helen's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>forlorn1</strong> on <strong>19-01-2007, 05:34:45</strong>
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				"Why you did my dear, about a week ago".&nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes shimmered ever so slightly as he met her gaze.<br><br>"I'm not surprised you don't remember" he continued.&nbsp; <br>"You can in almost floating about, giddy about something, and deposited a box of items with me for consignment."<br>"I believe you said you just needed to get rid of some things. Perhaps in all the levity you forgot. You certainly were<br>on the bounce that day.&nbsp; If you don't mind me saying so."<br><br>Noting the grip on the hat, he added "If the hat was not meant to be in the box, you can certainly have it back.<br>I've had no inquiries about it, although most of the rest of the items have sold." <br><br>"I did not expect you back until later in the week.&nbsp; I believe you scheduled an appointment to drop of more things on..."<br>He pulled out a small black appointment book and carefully thumbed through the pages.<br>"Yes here it is Wednesday at 2, right at tea time I remember saying..." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Helen's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpirituallyAddicted</strong> on <strong>19-01-2007, 17:02:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;Helen's expression rarely changed through his whole story, both brows arched down slightly and mouth half a gapped. What seemed more far fetched then her actually bringing boxes of her memories in to be sold was that she appeared happy about it, in his word 'giddy'. After he mentioned tea time she couldn't help letting out a chuckle, it carried humor but certainly nothing close to giddy. "You must be mistaken, sir, I've never been in this shop and I would never just throw away something like this." She was being forcebly polite, she honestly wanted to call him crazy, perhaps as far as even a liar.<br><br>&nbsp;She pulled the hat closer to her now, the thought of other things she held so dear being sold to strangers began turning her stomach and it shown on her face. It wasn't hard to believe someone could have broken into her apartment, maybe even someone who looked like her. She knew it wasn't her, besides her medication never made her giddy, just a little drowsy. "You have records right? Did I have to sign anything? I want proof that I brought these things in or the situation might get a bit complicated," she was straight serious again with what she was implying, though this was a serious matter.
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