How odd life can be, she reflected. She couldn’t foresee the conversation she’d had this morning...________________ Marlena tried to stifle her yawn. She’d been holding vigil at John’s hospital bedside for more hours than she remembered. She’d slept there during the night -- pretty fitfully. This morning, she had finally slipped out to freshen up …
A History They Can’t Know – By Cordelia50
Note: this fic was written and is set before John’s aneurysm in the summer of 2020. “The only thing new in the world is the history you do not know.”― Harry S. Truman “I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.”― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale …
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Aftermath – By Cordelia50
A good many Salemites had trekked into Marlena and John’s front room over the years. Grand Central Station on a more modest scale, one might say. Those who did so habitually because they were family or friends couldn’t help noticing the decor had changed recently. For a while, the curtains were light and jazzy, abstract …
Another Life – By Cordelia50
Scents of the river wafted to her nose on the warm evening breeze. Algae, wood pylon, caught fish and boat oil mixed with a musty, chlorine and black soil tang. The water level hadn't been this low in all the years she'd made this city her home. Evenings past had witnessed more fishermen returning and …
Christmas Night Tête-à-Tête – By Cordelia50
She lay motionless under the warm comforter. Exactly when or why she had shifted from dreamless sleep to wakefulness she couldn’t be sure. Since no light yet peeked through the narrow gap between the drawn curtains, she surmised it was still well before daybreak. But she didn’t turn her head to check the decades-old digital …
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Death Follows Its Own Paths – By Cordelia50
Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –Emily Dickinson 2007 Slamming her eyes open, she brought her knees up and hugged her chest, desperately trying to shake off the nightmare. Alone in her bed, she tried to anchor herself in the pale October light of early morning. That was real. …
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The Fullness of Time – By Cordelia 50
“Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.”― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See “The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out …
Marlena Visits John In Napa – By Cordelia50
In this story, the original Roman’s disappearance followed the same timeline as on the show, as did Marlena’s. She was presumed dead four years. But, although RoJohn dated some women during that time, there was no Isabella in his life, and thus no Brady. So when Marlena returned, they started their life again --until Roman …
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Playing For Keeps – By Cordelia50
John Black stared stonily out at the flickering lights. A few boats maneuvered in the distance, and their muted engines and an occasional foghorn dented the otherwise silent night. In late September, he still didn’t need a jacket to keep out the chill at 9 pm. So, only blue shirt sleeves that matched his azure …
Samantha – By Cordelia50
Note: This is my version of what could have been the next scene after “The Glory of Love,” by Jessica D and Jame J, concluded. “Samantha…” John couldn’t quite believe she was standing in his loft doorway after all these years. But he regained his senses and moved forward to hug her. Sami returned the …
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