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Hope by Susan Mehr

“New futures await us in the stars.” Sam’s whispers fill my ear. Behind me he stands slipping his arms around my waist drawing me against him. His lips press against my cheek and in that moment, I enjoy a man who understands the value of a gentle caress and soft-spoken words.

“I’m not afraid,” I reply. Swallowing the air in my throat, I know Sam’s mind feels my thoughts.

“Don’t be scared. You’ll wake up every single day, only knowing peace. Fear, will no longer exist and new things will start to happen for us.”

Raindrops hit my cheeks or are they tears? “Does it rain on your home planet? Does the Moon shine as it does on Earth?” Fighting the fear, I watch the space pod descend and flicker in the night sky.

“There’s three Moons actually. It rains the purest water you will ever taste. We’ll breathe the cleanest air,” Sam pauses, taking a deep breath. “I’ve waited so long to return home. I never imagined I’d be taking you.”

I turn in his arms. A nervous excitement fills his eyes and where the fire of life seemed extinguished, now flashes with brilliant light.

“It’s a place where all living beings and nature coexist in harmony. There is no war, no poverty and no disease; this new world is factual. Our mortality will extend ten folds maybe more. It’s twenty nineteen and as horrible as it seems the present Earth is a sick hell. Not only is this planet dying with a disregard of natural resources and pollution, but humans also continue to segregate fellow humans by race, the colour of their skin, by country, religion and the list continues. There are world leaders wasting time building walls. Whether or not they build walls, psychological walls remain well established. Humans cannot find peace with their differences how can they find peace with us, hybrids.” Sam said, his face now clouds with sadness.

My brow furrows with concern. “There’re individuals on Earth who care, who believe there’s a better life and can coexist. Sam, there’re men, women, children, and babies dying, and we do nothing? Why can’t we help them?”

“Pete, I love you, but I alone can’t save your planet. It’s not what I or we should do, it’s the fate of Earth’s humanity, they must show the universe’s Elan Vital they want to change, they must unify, or they will die. You and for those who helped us, we offer asylum.”

I look away, trying to find the courage to accept the truth which leaves Sam’s mouth. “I’ll never see Earth again!”

“Never say never. Now isn’t the time. I want you to see how we live, the importance of freedom and peace. I hope one day we’ll return with a purpose to show humanity how great the Earth could be. Now is our time, it’s a special time for us. We can no longer hide in the desert within Arnhem Land. It’s not safe for you and me and…” Sam’s smile etches deeper as his palm gently rubs my belly.

Fifty Years Ago, 1968 Christmas Eve, Much Ado About Nothing.

Fifty Years Ago, 1968 Christmas Eve, Much Ado About Nothing.

By Susan Mehr


“It was gone in a flash,” My attention draws to a tall, busty woman. Her hair pulled back tight in a bun, wearing or to better describe, a painted on white nurse’s uniform pretty much as short as mine said with a huff. She wore a silver badge with the hospital insignia and the name, ‘Matron Frances’ over her right bosom.

“Yes, Baby Jesus, kidnapped, again. No ransom letter, nothing. What is this world coming too?” an equally tall man wearing an unbuttoned white doctor’s coat said, his voice jingles with amusement while sipping a mug of strong coffee. My heart jumps into high gear when I notice the swell of his pectoral muscles cause his white silk shirt to shine. He stops, but the aroma of his coffee carries through the air.

A grin stretches over Nurse Gwen’s face, her eyes twinkle and tucks strands of her red curly hair behind her earlobe. “You have to be kidding me,” she said singing in a soft and womanly tone. “It’s the third time today. I placed Baby Jesus back in the manger only fifteen minutes ago. Those lovely darlings, the children take turns holding him. How adorable.”

“Baby Jesus, kidnapped?” My brow furrows, running through in my mind what’s said. It’s three thirty and an hour into my first early afternoon shift.

The Ward Clerk giggles, “must be the Macalister Sisters, their Grandparents picked them up ten minutes ago from the waiting room. That’s why they were so quiet, busy holding him too. Their mother is in room twenty.”

Nurse Gwen winks at me; her eyes hold a glint of humour. “Delvene, please let me introduce you to Matron Frances our Nurse Unit Manager and Doctor Clooney the Head of Obstetrics. Matron Frances, Doctor Clooney, Delvene. Straight out of Nurses College, it’s her first day in the Maternity Ward.”

“Christmas Eve, what a day to start. Welcome and please forgive me, two new Mothers are to arrive at any moment from the Delivery Suite. I promise to catch up with you later this evening. I’m sure Nurse Gwen will help you settle into the Maternity Ward. Please, Nurse Gwen, see to Baby Jesus! Thanks,” Matron Frances blurts as she rushes away.

“No problem,” Gwen replies.

Doctor Clooney extends his hand in friendship, “My dear, save the ‘Doctor Clooney’ to when we are beside the patient’s beds otherwise please call me George,” he said with a wink as his fingers grasp mine. “There’s a group of us gathering on the hospital’s roof after the shift tonight for a drink and a bite to eat. We’re celebrating the first hours of Christmas under the stars. May I have the pleasure of your company? My mate Ridley, Doctor Scott has his telescope set up to view Apollo eight’s orbit, maybe I can show you how to use the focus, it’s technical. Who knows we might even spot an alien or two.”

“Yes,” I reply. “Thank you, that’s nice,” pursing my lips I let go of George’s hand and watch his smile etch deeper.

“No. Thank you for agreeing to join me,” Dr. Clooney answers, then turns and begins to walk away. Serendipitous he stops and gives a suave glance back.

“Oow,” Wide eye Gwen squeaks.

I look away and blush.

“Here,” the Ward Clerk said as she hands over a second-hand plastic doll wrapped in a hospital towel. “Please place the replacement Baby Jesus in the manger before Matron Frances returns.”

My mouth opens’ and no words exit.

Nurse Gwen turns making her way to the nativity statues at the corner of the room mumbling out loud, “Don’t ask, please don’t ask why. You don’t understand how many Baby Jesus’s become victims to kidnapping tonight. It’s those little darlings, kidnappers in the making, on the other hand, ooo, how exciting, you, Dr. Clooney, Apollo eight, orbit.”