FIONA

Chapter Twenty-Two: Reflecting On The First Date (Part Three) Configuring The Perfect Alignment

By the time Fiona and Blaine arrived at her house, Beverley was already in bed. The sat on the sofa looking at Fiona's pieces of writing. "This one's my most favorite story," Fiona said, as she curled up on the sofa, "The character in the story faces trials and tribulations, but somehow finds a means for overcoming them."

"Very Cool. Do you have any of your works published in book form yet?" Blaine inquired, studying the story intently.

"I have some pieces published on some websites, along with a few minor book publications," Fiona replied, turning the pages to the next story, "This one here is about a woman who is going through some difficult times in her life. It's almost an autobiographical piece. I wrote about the difficulties of finding my place in the world. It's kind of like the theme of the play we saw tonight, where the young man was trying to fit in with society, but it wasn't according to the norms of his uncle. Although I've never had trouble finding acceptance in the world. I just didn't know where belonged, because I meshed with various kinds of people from all walks of life."

"I don't see you having that trouble now. You seem like a together person who knows what she wants in life. Someone who is sure of herself, with no doubts to cloud her better judgment," he smiled, putting his arm around her, bringing her a little closer to him, "These are some pretty impressive pieces. I remember a poem you wrote for the high school poetry anthology containing the phrase, "Find your wings, and fly," that line always resonated with me. Everything in life is built upon such philosophy."

Taking his hand, Fiona suggested, "Why don't we head out back to the patio for a while," as she got up from the sofa and led Blaine out of the living room.

She sat on the loveseat with him hovering over her as they look out at the stars.

Vegetation surrounded them. Fiona fidgeted with the leaves of one of the plants, when Blaine kneeled down, put his arms around her, and brushed his lips against hers.

Fiona got up from the loveseat, took Blaine's hand, and descended the patio deck. They walked through the fields.

She took him over to the family vegetable garden, where they kneeled down, and picked a few tomatoes and cucumbers for a little later.

Approaching the side of the house, Fiona turned on the hose, and they washed the dirt off the vegetables.

Blaine took a bite of a tomato, squirting the juice all over him.

"I'll get you some paper towel from inside," Fiona suggested, as she started to walk away.

Blaine gently pulled her back, bringing her close to him. "That's alright. It'll wash out. This is one of the sweetest tomatoes I've ever tasted. Such a nice treat."

"I'm glad you like it," she laughed taking him by the hand, "Come on. Let's go inside to cut up the rest of the vegetables and make a salad. We can eat them on the patio."

"Let's just set them on the patio table for now. I'd like to look some more up at the stars and the moon. I've always imagined there are heavenly bodies out there just waiting to converge from one part of the galaxy to the other," he said as he stood on the steps of the patio, looking up into the heavens.

"How beautiful. I can tell, you have a deep interest in poetry, based on that phrase alone," Fiona sighed, looking at Blaine in awe.

He motioned to her to sit down with him on the steps. They counted the stars trying to configure the perfect alignment. All the planets were aligned perfectly, and so were their souls.