Time In A Bottle
Thanks for taking the time to read one of my first stories, which will be part one of a multi-part story. Comments and votes are always welcome. Thanks also to Jim Croce, singer/songwriter/storyteller extraordinaire whose lyrics figure prominently in my story and who was taken from us far too soon. Please enjoy...
Kate Silver was 35 years old, and loved her life. She had a husband she loved dearly, a job she adored, and many friends. Kate was several inches shorter than her husband's six-foot height, had brilliant blue eyes, long blonde hair usually kept in a pony tail, and a fit and sexy body. Long, toned legs, a flat stomach, a beautiful face, and large, perky breasts made her a walking wet dream.
She and her husband David met during their early days at college, and it was love at first sight. They were both studying to be teachers; consequently they had a number of classes together. They were impetuous, and decided to get married when they turned 20. It was a Christmas Eve wedding, and because they were still in school, the honeymoon would have to wait. They struggled those first few years, but upon graduation, both found jobs teaching in the same school district. Kate was an elementary/middle school art teacher and David taught high school drama. After several years of apartment living they found a cute home that was perfect for them. It had two bedrooms, another room David made into an office, and an extra room Kate turned into an art studio. She dabbled in many different genres, but pencil drawing and oil painting were her favorites.
Because they were so busy in the summers, they only took short get-aways for their vacations. They both loved biking and running, so they spent their free time engaged in their two favorite activities. This had the added effect of keeping both in excellent condition.
Their 15
th
anniversary was coming up, and they decided to finally go on their honeymoon. Most summers were spent taking classes, teaching classes, going to work conventions or working second jobs. But this year would be different. The plan was to take the entire month of August and visit Hawaii, spending a week on four different islands. By the end of February all the plans were set -- hotel and resort reservations were confirmed, plane tickets bought, and rental cars ready to go. Kate was so excited she went shopping, buying several bikinis that showed off her fit and toned body. All they needed to do now was finish the school year and wait for August.
The first day of March was an in-service day for the elementary and middle school teachers, so those students had the day off. Instead of the usual 30 minutes for lunch, the teachers were given a full hour. The day was warm and sunny, so Kate and her two best friends, Jennifer and Samantha, decided to walk to the deli down the block from their school for lunch. They were chatting and laughing when two gunmen stormed in, shouting and waving weapons around.
"On the floor, everyone! All we want are your phones, jewelry, and money. Put them all on the tables and nobody will get hurt."
All the patrons dropped to the floor, crying and screaming. The girl working behind the register panicked and froze, and one gunman hit her with his weapon. The two men were getting louder and more out of control, and Kate and her friends were crying and scared, holding each other under the table. However, unbeknownst to the patrons, two off duty cops were eating in the far side of the restaurant. One called the robbery in; both pulled their side arms, and ordered the gunmen to stand down. Shots rang out as the gunmen opened fire, which was returned by the cops. After several long moments, the restaurant was quiet; the only sounds heard were soft sobs of people crying and the groans of the wounded. Both gunmen were killed, and one cop was wounded along with four customers. Several people lay dead.
"Jen, are you ok?"
"I'm ok, Sam. How about you?"
"I'm good. Katie, you ok?"
There was no answer from Kate. Both women looked at their friend, her head lying in their laps, blood oozing from the two bullet wounds in her head. Her eyes were fluttering, and her lips were moving. Before her eyes closed, Jen heard her whisper,
"Tell David I love him."
At the same time across town, David had his hands full with his senior acting class. The kids were busy, hard at work on monologues for their Senior Showcase coming up next week. At first he didn't hear the knock at the door, but when it got louder, everyone got quiet. Standing in the room was the school principal Dr. Anderson, the assistant principal and a city policeman. Looking worried, David walked to greet them.
"Dr. Anderson, how may I help you?"
"Mr. Silver, we need a moment of your time. An hour ago there was an incident across town at the Riverside Deli. Two gunmen attempted to rob the place but were met by two off-duty cops. Gunfire was exchanged, with several people wounded and several killed. Katie was there with her friends Jennifer and Samantha, and is one of the wounded. I don't know how serious it is, but she has been brought to Mercy General Hospital. This officer is going to take you there, and if you give your keys to Mr. Barnhill, he will drive your car there so you have a way to get home. Don't worry about your classes -- we'll take care of them. Get your stuff and go."
David was shocked into silence. Katie shot? Something like that never happens in their town, so what happened? He turned to his class to say something, but all his students were listening intently. Most of the girls were softly crying, as were some of the boys. They all knew Katie well -- she was a fixture at their plays and contests, and she and David hosted many of their cast parties. As he stood there speechless, two of his students came up to him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Silver. We'll take care of class, and rehearsal after school. Go, and give Mrs. Silver a kiss from all of us."
Seemingly moments later, David was being ushered into the Emergency Department of the hospital. It was busy, as most of the injured had been taken there, but the cop explained who he was, and as the nurse brought him back to see Kate, she was being taken to the OR for emergency surgery.
"Your wife has two bullet wounds to her head. One just grazed her, but is causing most of the bleeding. The other entered her head and did not exit. We aren't sure what damage has occurred, so we're doing a CT scan before we operate. The top neurosurgeon in this part of the country is here, and will perform the operation. For now, all you can do is wait and pray. There is a waiting room upstairs; I'll have one of the orderlies take you up in a few minutes. So please wait out here and we'll come get you."
Still not believing what happened, David made his way back to the ED waiting room where he found Jen and Sam huddled together, softly crying. As he crossed to them, he noticed their clothes were covered in blood -- Katie's blood. As he got closer, they both looked up and saw David moving toward them. They jumped into his arms, each taking a shoulder to cry into.
"It was horrible, David. One minute we were laughing and the next we under the table and Katie was bleeding. I'm so sorry, David. It's all my fault."
"Jen, how can it be your fault? You didn't pull the trigger. I'm glad you two aren't hurt, and I'm glad Katie was with her two best friends to help her."
