Fated Memories
by Joan Carney
Publication date: April 15th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Time-Travel
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A woman, a war, a vision of the
future past…
Burdened with the scars of a
tortured childhood and a shattered romance, Kitty is being forced to resign
from the dull, anonymous job she’s been hiding behind. With her life in
shambles and her friends moving on without her, she jumps at her cousin,
Maggie’s, invitation to visit.
However, Maggie’s new boyfriend,
Simon, has a secret that accidentally hurls the trio a hundred and fifty years
into the past. Trapped in the midst of the bloodiest war in American history,
the events that unfold will require more mettle than Kitty’s ever had.
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Kitty’s hands shook and her
vision blurred with tears. It didn’t matter. After having read the short note
three times, the words ‘… transfer to the second floor’ had been engraved on
her brain. She’d found the letter in her mail slot at the hospital where she
worked, just this morning. That’s Richard’s floor! The wound from their breakup still
scarred her heart. What do I do now? Quit my job?
The
elevator doors opened and Richard Delaney stepped off surrounded by his
physical therapy staff, who were tittering at one of his clever quips. Kitty
wheeled around, making a beeline for the restroom. She couldn’t let him or
those bitchy nurses see her cry. In her haste to become invisible, she
miscalculated the corner of the wall and, smacking her shoulder against it,
bounced back flat on her ass. Silence washed over the unit as everyone’s eyes
turned to her.
Flushed
with embarrassment, she scrambled to her feet, faced her audience and curtsied.
“I’m here all week, folks, don’t miss the show!” Then she burst through the
lady’s room door.
Kitty
locked herself in the stall, working to salvage her dignity while dialing her
cell phone for her pillar of strength; the one who always knew what to do.
“Ma?”
Despite her efforts to control it, her voice still shook.
“Kitten,
honey, are you crying? What’s the matter, are those silly boys in school
teasing you again? Should I go speak with the principal?”
“Funny,
Mom, no I only need to talk to someone. Remember when I told you the hospital
makes the ward clerks reapply for their jobs every few years so they can weed
out the ones they no longer want? Well, it’s that time again. I got my
take-it-or-leave-it offer today and it says they’re bumping me from the
step-down unit, to the pits of the med/surg dungeon. If I don’t accept it, I’ll
be out of a job. I don’t know what to do.”
Silence.
“Mom, are
you still there?”
“Yes, I’m
here.” She blew out a long breath. “Kitty, you’re a smart lady, but if you
don’t respect yourself enough to stand up and take charge of your life, you’ll
always be at the mercy of others. Remember, the choices we make follow us and
decide our fate.”
“I know,
Mom, but…”
“The best
advice I have for you, sweetheart, is to move home with us so you can go back
to college and learn more marketable skills.”
Kitty had
battled with them before over this. In her mind, living with her parents at her
age was the same as having a big red letter “L” tattooed on her forehead. “I
see, okay. Um, I have to get back to work now. I’ll talk to you later, Ma.
Thanks for listening.”
As she
washed off the mascara tracks from her tears, she studied her reflection in the
restroom mirror, mulling over the misery that was her life. You’re
almost thirty years old, Kitty Trausch, what have you got to show for it? A
man? Not since Richard dumped me last year. A career? More like a crappy job
that’s become unbearable.
Kitty
remembered her mom’s mantra “When the world gets rough,” she’d say, “remind
yourself of the good things you have.” She thought hard for a positive slant,
but only came up with her prized closet full of shoes and salvation from her
acne plague. Great, at least that and two-seventy-five will get me on the subway.
Oh, and one more good thing. Rooming with Sonia allowed her to walk the short
distance to the hospital and not have to ride the train from Tuckahoe to
Manhattan. Wow, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude.
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Author Info
A transplant from the Bronx to
San Diego, Joan’s lucky number is four. She has four children, four
grandchildren, drinks about four cups of coffee a day, and is now enjoying her
fourth career as a novelist. When not planted in front of the computer writing
or doing genealogy research, Joan enjoys spending time with family and friends
and volunteers at the local church.
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