Wednesdays

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Title: Wednesdays (3/5)
Author: smlark
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: PG
Summary: "LOST" is a success and Billy is not happy with the choices he has made. (Please note, I'm using Wednesdays as that is when "LOST" will air in the US.  I'm not sure if, or when it when it will run in Scotland - I'm using a little poetic license here!)

Feedback: Yes, if you please.

Disclaimer: All totally made up.

Author’s Notes: I can't thank darthemly  enough for her help and constructive Beta skills! Any final mistakes I claim as my own.

Previous parts can be found here:
(1/5)-(2/5)

Wednesdays

(3/5)

It’s been a pretty good day for him today. Few problems arose at rehearsal and traffic is light. He drives with caution, plenty of time to spare. He smiles with anticipation as he waits at a traffic light a few blocks from his home.

Wednesdays complete his world now. They're what he lives and breathes for…without them, he would be lost.

His heart is beating just a little faster now as he dreams about the hour to come. He presses slightly harder on the accelerator in his desire to make it home just a few minutes sooner.

He pulls into the drive, throws the car into park and gets out of the car. He walks up the stairs and pauses to take the post out of the box. Unlocking the door, he pushes it open and walks in, placing the mail on the counter. He walks over the to the remote, picks it up and turns on the television. It hasn’t yet started. He glances at the clock on the wall, seven minutes to go.

Leaving the television on, he goes into the kitchen and takes a beer out of the refrigerator. He leans against the counter staring at the clock. Six more minutes. He decides to go through the mail. He sees the now familiar brown envelope, his name and address written in unfamiliar handwriting. Again, there is no return address. Glancing at the post mark, he reads:

Loving, NM

He tears open the envelope and shakes it. Out slides the small blue envelope, the flap is not sealed, there is nothing written on it. He reaches inside and pulls out the single sheet of white paper. He unfolds it. Center spaced are nine words typed in blue ink:

"Be not afraid

Open your eyes

Follow your heart"

He is shaking a little now, not sure what these notes mean. He notices the time, two minutes to go. He decides this can wait and places the paper on the refrigerator, securing it with a magnet in the shape of a tree.

He leaves the half finished beer on the counter and heads into the living room. He turns on the television, curls up on the couch and grasps the pillow to his chest to await the dawn of his existence. The sunlight approaches, he smiles, and the dreams begin.

He can always tell when the end is near; it’s as if a black curtain drapes slowly over his heart and he knows there will be no encore. He is being pulled back now, back to a reality that is not to his liking but was his choosing.

A lone tear slips down his cheek. He sniffles. He sighs. He wipes away the tear.

He gets up and walks to the kitchen to make dinner. He pulls an entrée out of the freezer, oblivious to the single white paper with the puzzling blue typed words on it, stuck to the refrigerator and pops the dinner into the microwave.

The microwave beeps. He takes his dinner out, sits down at the table, and eats in solitude.

Comments

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Thank you and yes, they are real. Valentine is in Texas, Romance is in Arkansas, Loving is in New Mexico. I got the idea from a friend of mine who sent all of her wedding invitations from Loving, NM. She said you can send everything in a big package to the post master of that city and they will post them from there (There is a whole list of similar cites on the web somewhere, that's where I got them from).
I've lived in Missouri all my life. I've only been to 9 other states and have never left the continental US so I really hope I'm not butchering UK way of life, certain phrases, words used for things, etc.