“You bet,” I replied. “It’s our last. We’re going home.”
I watch as she methodically and slowly poured the Duvel into a frozen glass. “I hope you enjoyed Belgium and that you’ll come back.”
“Maybe we will,” I replied, and I meant it.
Our flight was called on time and it was the same horror story. Why could I never escape the mile-long walk to the gate that Ellen took in her stride? The problem with the walk was that it was lined with last-minute shops bewitching Ellen to buy two packets of waffles, a box of chocolates, a book and a couple of girlie magazines.
Overheated and stressed, I was the first to madly search for seats while we waited for the final call to board. Both of us were excited to be going home on a high; it was one a hell of ride, and we’d learned a lot about what happened in the war and the legacy that was left behind.
“Do you feel that Veronique and others are at peace now?” I asked Ellen, who once again had her nose in a book.
“Yes, without a doubt they’ve moved on. Now they have a chance to be healed from the pain.”
“What about the others? Are you sure they won’t come back?”
“I doubt it. They’ll stay in the dark until if ever they decide to release their hate and anger and accept their crimes.” My thoughts drifted to the nasty habit I had whenever I flew anywhere. I studied my fellow passengers, patiently waiting for the flight call, and I asked myself the sickest question. Are these going to be the people I’ll die with if the plane goes down?
Ellen knew this and had long stopped chastising me for such morbid thoughts that she said were lame and senseless. Using her feminine charms, she manipulated the window seat from me again. The flight over was a breeze as the seat next to me was empty. I was out of luck this time, as an oversized passenger squeezed himself in the seat next to me, his elbows touching mine. I figured that it would be my punishment for the next eleven hours for thinking morbid thoughts again and wished I brought my dog-eared copy of The Ghost of Flight 401 that I would love to read on a flight just to freak out the other passengers.
I didn’t bother to listen to the cabin address or watch the safety procedure. I felt pretty relaxed about flying for once; it could have been because of a sense of accomplishment.
“I’m real proud of you,” I whispered to Ellen.
“You did great. I’m real proud of you, too.”
“I figured that after a few months, when Marcus sees that everything’s okay, he might give us a perk,” I said.
“What kind of a perk?” Ellen asked suspiciously.
“Like an all expenses-paid trip to Hawaii.”
“That I seriously doubt, but I would love to see more of Europe. Maybe next year, we can see Paris or Rome.”
What if we put it out there that we’re world-wide paranormal investigators? We could get to travel anywhere in the world, stay in luxury hotels, wine and dine on expenses…take in the sights…and, yeah, well dream on!
“That would be awesome. Next year, maybe Paris,” I replied, figuring that it was best to be realistic.
I nuzzled my face playfully in her neck—it never failed to make her giggle like a teenager.
“Do you want to hear my lawyer joke now?” I asked.
She sighed but relented anyway. “Okay, go on then but make it a short one.”
“What do you call a bunch of lawyers in the bottom of the ocean?”
“I don’t know what do you call a bunch of lawyers in the bottom of the ocean?”
“A good catch!”
For once she couldn’t help but laugh at my joke. As we took off bound for home we both talked about how happy we were that it was mission accomplished and relieved to be going home in one piece. But the memories of what happened in city hall would stay with us forever- that I was sure of.
“You know what?” I remarked. “I should have bought more beers to bring back.”
“Monty, seriously I…” Before she could finish I kissed her full on the lips. End of conversation.
The End
Monty and Ellen return in:
Ghost Crypt
The Ghost Files #5
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Cappuccino Heaven:
A Life After Death Novel
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Michelle Wright was born and grew up in the east end of London England. She had a passion for writing from a very young age writing short stories mostly and assisting in creating scripts for school plays. As a teenager she was successful in getting some of her stories published in magazines the first one at the age of 15. Becoming a qualified counsellor in 1994, she moved to Spain and went on to do psychic development workshops using psychic skills inherited from her family of Mediums. Not wanting to give up writing she also began working as a features writer for the Euro Weekly News in Spain, this was something she did for 5 years until a move to the US where she settled in Alaska, it was there amongst the beautiful mountains surrounding the town of Anchorage that her dedication to the paranormal helped her to pen Cappuccino Heaven, a mix of what she believes to be fact and fiction blended together in an afterlife novel. She now lives in Belgium with her son and is a full time writer. Please visit her at: www.michellemariellewright.blogspot.be.
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