There is Always a Golden Link Somewhere …
Sometimes people make a choice and really believe it is the right one. Then an incident will occur, maybe just a small one, that will prove there is a golden link to the correct choice and, for the sake of true happiness, must reconsider. That is exactly what happened to LeeAnna – this is her story.
LeeAnna had always wanted to visit and hopefully live in Ireland, somewhere near the sea in the south. She loved the cultures and history of Ireland and for years had done a lot of research on it. It was one of her favorite subjects to write about, either in an story or poetry. She had never been there, just felt in her heart it was where she belonged and that someone was there for her, someone she would love forever. She often dreamed of him, could not see his face, yet knew he was kind, sincere, had strength of nobility and was deeply spiritual. Most of her friends were writers and she strongly felt he was, too.
LeeAnna had once hoped to someday find love, but it just had not yet happened, so she lived in the moment and enjoyed life. She felt her dream of Ireland and love was an impossible one and tried to forget about it. She chose to put all her focus on writing and friendship only. Her best friend was Benny. They spent a lot of time together and were often considered a couple, but they were both content with being only good friends. There were times when she pondered what it would be like to be in love with him, maybe even marry him. This was something to consider, but LeeAnna was very careful on what she chose to have in her life. As much as she loved being with Benny, there were some things that told her it would not be a good choice. Though it was rare, she believed in eternal love and would settle for nothing less.
They were out shopping one day in San Francisco. LeeAnna pulled him into a quaint little bead shop and started browsing. She had a bracelet creation in mind and wanted some special beads for it. She was amazed when she saw a collection of Celtic beads and charms that would be perfect for her bracelet. Some Celtic knots drew her attention and she chose four, along with a few charms and golden links. There was something in the shop that made her feel warm and cozy. A deep love seemed to embrace her and she did not want to leave, but Benny was hungry and wanted to get some lunch. “Benny, this is important to me! I have been searching for the right beads for my bracelet and these are it. Hold on, I won’t be long.” She carefully counted the golden link collections she chose and made her purchase. When they left the shop, Benny grabbed her hand to rush along and she dropped the bag, some beads spilling out. He hurriedly helped her pick them up and then continued on.
“Excuse me, Miss?” LeeAnna looked back at a man trying to get her attention. “Miss, here is a missing golden link to your bracelet. I think you may need it. I saw you picking out the items you needed. When you picked up the contents of your bag you missed this golden link.”
“Oh! Yes. Thank you so much. It is so important to have all the links.” He smiled at her. “Yes, I so understand that. I make bracelets and necklaces and know how important the right choices are.”
There was something familiar about him and she felt good being near him. Benny got frustrated with the delay. “Great, I’m off. Catch up when you can!” LeeAnna glanced at him He’s jealous! she thought, then turned back to the man who held out the golden link. “Your accent is familiar. You are Irish?”
“Yes, I am.” He tipped his hat to her. “Seamus, I am. I live in the south, County Cork, near the sea. I am an author, a poet, and the sea inspires me. I come here at least once a year to visit friends and pick up more inspiration.”
“Oh, it is lovely there. You must really like it. I always dreamed of visiting, maybe even living there.”
He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. “Maybe some day you will,” he said softly. “Your friend deserted you, it seems. May I buy you lunch?”
“I would like that,” LeeAnna held out her hand and he carefully placed the golden link in her palm. When their hands touched, something clicked within both of them, like a memory, as if the golden link sparked a connection to more than the bracelet. Time stood still as they gazed in each others eyes for eternity.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
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