Flashes of Life

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Chapter 9 (v.1) - Epilogue

Submitted: September 05, 2019

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(Six years later)

Melanie

I sat on the bench in front of the playground looking around the park. Where are they? I turned back to the book in my hand and swore in annoyance when I accidentally dropped it on the floor. Damn, now I’ve lost my page. As I was leaning down trying to pick it up, a little boy with sandy brown hair appeared, picked it up, dusted it off and handed it to me.

“Here you go Mrs. Grayson,” said the boy with a smile.

“Jules! Hey honey, it’s good to see you again. I already told you to call me Mel, remember?”

“Okay Mrs. Grayson … um, I mean Mel. I’ll remember next time,” he said shyly.

“Hey Melanie,” said Isabel walking up tiredly to give me a hug. “Sorry we’re late. This little one has been pestering me to buy him a telescope because according to him, it’s really, really important,” she said sarcastically. “He’s been keeping me on my toes all day.”

“Well, whenever you need a break or want to go out with Theo, you can always drop him off at my place. I’d be happy to babysit.”

“Thanks. How does today sound?” We both started laughing.

Isabel looked around the surroundings with a warm smile. “Wow. I still can’t get over how wonderful this new park turned out to be. The Julian Edwards Park – it has a nice ring to it.”

“That’s how Julian wanted it. It was all there on his notes that I found under his bed at the hospice center after he passed away,” I said with a sense of sadness.

“Well, he must’ve accumulated quiet a savings to have pulled this off. The pond, the ducks, the state-of-the-art playgrounds, the pedal boats … it’s like an oasis in the middle of a forest. It’s just so … so magnificent.”

“Yeah, it sure is,” I sighed. “It also has a sense of his humor.”

“How so?” Isabel asked curiously.

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

I guided her and Jules around the perimeter of the playground to where we could see the metal arch with the park’s name spelling out ‘Julian Edwards Park’. “See those two angels on each side of his name?”

“Oh yeah,” Isabel said squinting her eyes. “What’s the story with those?”

I could feel myself blushing. “Well, it’s a funny story. You see, back when Julian and I first started going out …”

“Mom! Mom!” Jules interrupted excitedly. “Mom, that me on the sign. That’s my name,” he said jumping up and down.

“Honey – no,” Isabel said soothingly. “It sounds almost like your name but it’s not. That says Julian, but you’re not Julian. You’re Jules.”

“But I’m Julian Edwards. That’s me,” Jules said pointing up at the sign.

Isabel and I looked at each other. “He’s been saying some weird things like that lately,” said Isabel looking embarrassed. “He’s been having this mild obsession with Julian claiming that he was him in a previous life. I even hear him mumbling to himself sometimes. The weird thing is, I’ve never even mentioned Julian to him or anything about him. I wanted to wait until he was older.”

“Mommy … mommy. Where are you?” screamed a familiar voice.

“I’m over here honey,” I yelled back.

Kaylie, my four-year-old girl ran towards me and jumped into my arms. “Did you see me go down the slide? Did you?” she asked excitedly with her cute pigtails.

“Of course I did. You were very brave going down that tall slide. I’m proud of you honey.”

She ran to Isabel and gave her a hug. “Hi Isabel.”

“Hi sweetheart,” she said hugging her back.

“Hi Jules,” she said waving at him without giving him a hug. Then she ran back to the slide squealing with glee.

“She is so big,” commented Isabel.

I shook my head in wonder. “Isabel, I was like almost fifty years old. I thought my biological clock had run out on me. It’s amazing.”

“Yeah well, now we both have something in common,” Isabel said as we walked back to the bench and sat down.

Jules leaned against Isabel’s knees and exposed his right hip to scratch an itch on a birthmark that I hadn’t noticed before. I kept staring at that birthmark and realized it looked just like the birthmark Julian had on the very same spot.

Then Jules came over and stood right in front of me. He regarded me for while as he studied my face. “Mel, can you show me your angel?”

I looked at him curiously. “I’m sorry, my what?”

“Your angel – the scar you have on your head that looks like those angels next to my name.”

I looked at Isabel and she just shrugged her shoulders looking as confused as I was. “Honey, how do you know about my scar?”

“I don’t know, but Julian does.”

I looked at Isabel. “Are you sure you’ve never told him anything about Julian and me?”

“Melanie, I swear. I don’t even know what scar he’s talking about.”

I looked at Jules with a sense of wonder. “Okay, I guess it’ll be alright,” I said as I leaned my head down and parted my hair where my scar was. I could feel Jules’ finger gently caressing my scar following the shape of the angel.

As soon as I straightened up, he gave me a hug and whispered in my ear. “Julian says he’s glad you decided to get married and have Kaylie.”

I just stared back at Jules with further scrutiny. “How do you know so much about Julian? Has your daddy been telling you about him?”

He shook his head. Then he looked confused for a moment as if he was listening to something. “But … I don’t understand,” he mumbled to himself.

“Don’t understand what, honey?” I asked.

Jules leaned in to whisper in my ear again. “Julian says to tell you he’s not the only one who’s had hormon … hormanal inclin - ayshens? – something like that.”

I looked at him in astonishment. “You mean, hormonal inclinations?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said pointing his finger. Then he started giggling loudly.

I covered my mouth with my hand, and I could feel a tear rolling down my cheeks. “Oh my God. Julian?”

“Mel, Julian says don’t be overdramatic.” He gave me a humorous smile as he turned around and ran over to play with Kaylie on the slide. I started laughing while wiping my tears. This can’t be.

“Melanie, what’s wrong,” Isabel asked with concern.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry, everything’s alright now.” I suddenly started feeling a strong connection to this little boy. My mind was still swirling with possible logical explanations for these unexplainable insights that Jules had about Julian. Could it possibly be true that Jules was Julian in his previous life? Julian did keep mentioning his name and how he appeared in his visions.

I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him to kind of gage the validity of his claims. But then I decided that it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to mess with his mind at such a young age. I’m gonna have to get to know this little boy better and spend more time with him. If that’s really you Julian, then you couldn’t have picked a more perfect family.

Jules was pushing Kylie on the swing and then he stopped. He started looking around as if focusing on the different aspects of this new park in admiration. He turned and looked straight at me and gave me a thumbs up with a big smile.

“Hey Isabel, um … would it be okay if I take Jules to my house today so he could play with Kylie for a while?”

“Keep him as long as you want. He’s all yours.”

 

The End


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