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  Aftershock

  An Aftermath Short Story

  By: Sandy Goldsworthy

  THIS book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the authors' imagination or are used factiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Aftershock

  Copyright ©2014 Sandy Goldsworthy

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN: 978-1-63422-042-2

  Cover Design by: Marya Heiman

  Typography by: Courtney Nuckels

  Editing by: Cynthia Shepp

  Images on the glass walls taunted him.

  “We found your wife’s soul in Emma Bennett,” his partner said the day before.

  Ben sat there for hours, long after the other agents left for the day. He didn’t need any witnesses when he reviewed the file of his soul mate, the wife he lost when he died in World War II at Pearl Harbor.

  Photographs of Elizabeth’s past surrounded him, hovering in holograms around the room. Wedding pictures and childhood images brought back memories of their last life together.

  When Ben reached the Afterworld and learned his wife had years left to live, he joined the Bureau of Investigation. Being an agent allowed him to travel to earth disguised as a human. He wanted to watch over Elizabeth and their son.

  By the time Ben’s training was completed and he was finally free to roam earth, months had passed. He never saw his wife again. Ben sat in this same room at the agency’s headquarters when Elizabeth didn’t transition as expected, and no one could locate her whereabouts.

  “There are millions of souls, Ben,” his commanding officer said back then.

  He agreed there were millions of souls, but only one that mattered to him. Searching for Elizabeth for decades, isolating himself at times, he always wondered what happened to her. In those years, the bureau became his family, and he threw himself into his work.

  Memories filled his mind as his life with Elizabeth flashed before him in a slideshow on the walls. Suddenly, it was fall, 1931.

  Elizabeth Emmaline Hudson was sixteen years old and the most beautiful girl Benjamin had ever seen. She had shiny, brown hair and bright, blue eyes that smiled when she spoke, but when she looked at him, they sparkled.

  It was a crisp, Saturday afternoon. At sixteen, Benjamin was too old for chores, he thought. But when his father ordered him to take the truck into Riverside to pick up groceries for his mother, he obeyed. He had plans to go into town with some buddies and catch a movie, but his father told him that would have to wait.

  Benjamin climbed into the family’s pickup truck and turned the ignition, pumping the clutch, and hoping for an easy start. The old truck had its quirks, but it was all they could afford. It chugged to life, and he began his ten-minute drive to the city.

  He almost stopped at Walt Crandon’s on the way, but thought better should his father find out. Any deviation from his father’s direct instruction would be met with harsh words, not to mention more wood chopping before winter set in.

  Benjamin rarely went into Riverside. Most of his friends went into Westport, a larger city with a movie theater, which was the same distance from his house on the lake. He parked the truck in front of the store with the dark green sign that read “Hudson Grocery.” Through the front window with the yellow and white letters spelling “General Store, Est. 1894,” he could see Walt’s mother speaking with an older, heavyset man. He figured it was Mr. Hudson. Benjamin watched them for a second or two. Mrs. Crandon pointed out vegetables, which the man placed in a crate. Benjamin’s mother raved over the fresh produce carried at the store. It appeared that Walt’s mother preferred their selection, too.

  Benjamin got out of the truck and checked his reflection in the window before walking inside. He heard that Elizabeth helped her father in the store on weekends. In case he would see her, he smoothed his dark brown hair back.

  The store was bigger than he remembered, with several baskets of apples and squash in front. Mrs. Crandon was too busy ordering Mr. Hudson around for either of them to notice that he walked in, or hear the bell that rang when he shut the door. The floorboards creaked as he walked slowly past the russet potatoes to the counter. He stood patiently waiting his turn.

  As Benjamin began daydreaming of all the things he could be doing, he heard a voice behind him. It was soft and delicate. “May I help you?” she asked. Startled, he spun around.

  There she was. Elizabeth stood behind the wooden counter with jars of rock candy in three colors. She looked like an angel sent from heaven. It was months since he first saw her, at a party that summer. Elizabeth looked directly at him. Shoulders back, standing tall, she confidently waited for his reply.

  Suddenly, Benjamin was uncomfortable.

  “Ahh…” He hesitated. For a second, he forgot why he was there. “Umm… yes. Yes, I’m here to pick up a grocery order. My mother called it in.” Benjamin stuttered over his words, staring at her. When their eyes met, he knew she was the one for him. His heart began to race, and he hoped she wouldn’t notice.

  Benjamin completely forgot about his friends and the plans they made to see Frankenstein. Everyone from his school was going, but he no longer cared. He was standing in front of the prettiest girl in Westport County, and she was talking to him.

  “Sure… for Holmes, right?” she asked.

  That was the first time his heart stopped.

  “Yes.” He paused. “I didn’t realize you knew my name.” All the confidence he thought he lost was back. She remembered him.

  “Oh, yes. We met at the island this past summer.” Elizabeth blushed as she spoke. “I’m sorry I jumped in your lap during that ghost story.”

  “Ah…” He grinned, and her eyes sparkled in return. “I didn’t mind.”

  Elizabeth’s face reddened, and she glanced down at the counter. “I shouldn’t have done that. My father would be very upset with me.” Elizabeth looked up at Benjamin again. “It wasn’t very ladylike.”

  “You were very much a lady evening, Miss Hudson. Very proper, actually.”

  “Thank you. You can call me Elizabeth.” She hesitated a moment. “I better get your mother’s order.” She turned toward the back room where she came from.

  “Did you need help?” Benjamin suddenly remembered his manners. “I mean, I can carry it for you.”

  Stopping, she faced him. “That would be nice.” She smiled. “There are two boxes. I had them in a wagon for you.”

  Benjamin followed her to the red Radio Flyer that held his mother’s grocery order. He lifted a box with ease, proud to show his strength in front of her. Elizabeth was waiting for him when he returned from the truck. He signed the receipt to charge to his mother’s account and picked up the last box. Hesitating, he stood there a moment. Elizabeth eyed him cautiously.

  “Do you like going to the movies?” he mumbled, resting the groceries on the counter.

  “Yes.”

  Benjamin fidgeted a second or two before gaining the confidence to continue. “Would you like to join me tonight? Frankenstein is playing in Westport.”

  Elizabeth hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. Benjamin regretted asking. She glanced toward her father, still chatting with Mrs. Crandon on the other side of the store. “Actually, my father would need to approve that… and um…” She paused for a moment. “I’m not sure he would agree.” She looked down, her long lashes moving in slow motion when they opened and closed. />
  “I see.” A sense of relief struck him. She didn’t say no. Benjamin looked around, and then back at her. “I’ll be right back.” He grabbed the box of groceries and carried it to the truck. When he returned, Mrs. Crandon was gone and Mr. Hudson was beside Elizabeth at the counter.

  “I wanted to introduce myself,” Benjamin began. His father always told him to look people in the eye while he spoke, but his nerves got in the way. Instead, Benjamin looked at the man’s apron tied at the waist, and his thin, black tie tucked in.

  “Ah, yes. You’re the Holmes boy.”

  “Yes, I am.” Benjamin extended his hand in proper introduction. “I’m Benjamin.”

  “I ’member when you were just a tyke,” Mr. Hudson said. He was as jovial as he was round. They shook hands.

  “Well, sir… I wanted your permission to take Elizabeth to the movies tonight. Frankenstein is playing in Westport.”

  Mr. Hudson’s smile turned flat. He looked at Elizabeth a long moment before staring at Benjamin again. “Well…” the man began. The silence was awkward as Elizabeth begged her father with her eyes. Finally, he spoke. “Your mother’s a good woman… and a good customer.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I’ve known her for years.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Your father’s a veteran, isn’t he?”

  “Yes, sir. Navy Captain when he retired.”

  “That what you planning to do, son?” Elizabeth’s father rubbed his cheek, speckled with a five o’clock shadow.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You in school?”

  “Yes, I graduate this year, sir.”

  The man nodded, lost in thought. He scratched his bald head, and a bead of perspiration formed at his temple.

  “Please, Papa,” Elizabeth interjected.

  “I promise to take good care of her, sir,” Benjamin added.

  Mr. Hudson was silent. After an uncomfortable pause, he agreed to let Benjamin take Elizabeth on a date, but not until he gave a significant lecture on the proper respect of a young lady.

  Benjamin promptly arrived at six o’clock as instructed. Elizabeth’s father greeted him at the door before he rang the bell to their home above the store. Mr. Hudson escorted him up the staircase, where Elizabeth’s mother waited. She shook Benjamin’s hand, led him to a small parlor overlooking the street, and gestured for him to sit while he waited for Elizabeth. He chose the davenport.

  “What a tall boy you’ve become. So nice to see you,” Mrs. Hudson said. She sat across from him, folding the handkerchief she held in her hands.

  “Nice to see you, too, Mrs. Hudson,” he answered. “My mother says hello.”

  “Oh, please tell her the same. I hope she enjoyed the apples she ordered.”

  “Yes, ma’am. She did. She’s baking pies for tomorrow’s festival.”

  “That’s lovely. Your mother makes the best pies.”

  “Thank you. I’ll be sure to tell her. She will be delighted to hear that.”

  “Now, son,” Mr. Hudson interrupted. He sat in the chair beside Benjamin and leaned closer. “Do you remember my instructions?”

  “Yes, sir. I do.” Despite the confidence in his voice, Benjamin felt uncomfortable.

  “You treat her like a lady.” He glanced at his wife, who looked down at her hands. “I expect you to keep your distance. Arm’s length. At all times.”

  Mrs. Hudson’s shoulders slouched as her husband’s voice increased. Benjamin saw the embarrassment on her face.

  “Absolutely, sir. I will be a gentleman,” Benjamin answered.

  “I’m counting on you, son. This is my daughter.” Elizabeth’s father aimed his forefinger at Benjamin while he spoke.

  “Eh-hm.” Elizabeth cleared her throat and entered the room. Everyone stood and turned to look at her. Dressed in a blue, floral dress, Elizabeth was beautiful, and Benjamin couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Father? May we leave now?” Elizabeth asked. Her hand was poised on her hip.

  Mr. Hudson was visibly taken back. After mumbling “Fine,” he extended his hand to Benjamin.

  “Thank you. I’ll have her home early.” A sense of relief overcame Benjamin.

  “I’m really sorry about my parents,” Elizabeth said after they were a block away.

  “Don’t be. I understand.” Benjamin glanced at her as he drove. “Your father’s just nervous about letting go of his daughter. That’s all.” He smiled. “I would be too. If… I mean, if I were a parent, I would be protective of my daughter, too.”

  They talked the entire ride to Westport. Elizabeth was everything he thought she was and more.

  At the movie theater, they sat a few rows away from their friends and shared popcorn. When the music grew loud and everyone jumped in anxiety, Elizabeth turned to cover her eyes, burying them in Benjamin’s chest. He carefully put his hand on her shoulder to console her, until the music quieted and she could open her eyes.

  “Sorry,” Elizabeth whispered.

  “Are you all right?” he asked. “Do you want to leave?”

  “No, I’m fine.” Elizabeth sat upright in her seat until the music increased again. “Will you… I mean, um…?” She mumbled something Benjamin couldn’t understand, glancing between him and the screen as if afraid to look.

  “We can leave, if you’d like,” he whispered.

  “No, no…” She looked at him. “Would you please hold my hand?”

  Benjamin nodded, smiling inside. He held her hand gently in his. Long after the scary scene ended and the movie continued, Elizabeth never let go.

  When the movie was over, they stood to leave. Benjamin leaned down to apologize for taking her to a movie that frightened her. There, in the semi-dark theater, she kissed his cheek. Instinctively, he touched his face.

  “Would you like to get an ice cream soda?” he asked, as they exited the theater. Elizabeth’s eyes brightened and he knew the answer was yes before she said it aloud.

  At the ice cream shop across from the street, they sat in a corner booth, each ordering a different flavored soda. She ordered chocolate. He preferred vanilla.

  They talked about their families and their dreams.

  “I always wanted to go to art school,” Elizabeth said, but her eyes confirmed she wouldn’t. “My mother’s not well. I must help my father in the store.”

  Benjamin listened patiently as the beautiful girl before him spoke of her love for her family, her fear for her mother’s unknown illness, and the sorrow she faced having lost touch with her sister.

  “Catherine told Father she was going to school.” Elizabeth glanced up at Benjamin before continuing. “I knew she dropped out, but I could never tell him.”

  When Elizabeth asked about his family, Benjamin explained he was an only child. “My father was in the Navy,” Benjamin told her. “He retired a captain.”

  “That’s what you told my father you planned to do. Right?”

  He swallowed the invisible lump in his throat, and then nodded. “I mean, my father said it’s a good living, and I want to provide for my family. Someday.”

  Elizabeth smiled, and Benjamin reached for her hand.

  ***

  Five minutes before Elizabeth’s curfew, Benjamin parked in front of the store. He jumped out of the truck. Opening her door, he noticed Mr. Hudson watching from the window. Elizabeth thanked him when he helped her to the sidewalk.

  “I really enjoyed your company this evening,” he said.

  “I did, too.” Her cheeks turned pink. “Thank you.”

  “I apologize for taking you to a scary movie. That was inconsiderate of me.”

  “Oh, no… please. It’s me. I like going, I… I just need to close my eyes,” she said, her cheeks getting redder. “My sister would usually go with me.” She looked down, embarrassed.

  “Well, I don’t mind holding your hand,” he paused, “since she’s not here.”

  “Maybe there will be another scary movie out soon,” she teased. He could tell she was as
nervous as he was.

  “Can I take you out again, then?” Benjamin asked.

  Elizabeth smiled. “I would like that very much.”

  As he drove away that night, he knew he would marry her.

  ***

  Decades later, sitting in the boardroom at the Afterworld’s Bureau of Investigation, Ben could still feel her kiss on his cheek and the warmth of her hand. They married a few years later. Ben loved her with his whole heart, until the day he died, and every day after.

  Seeing how her life unfolded without him, he hung his head. Images of Elizabeth as a widow, a middle-aged woman abused and depressed, and a mother struggling to survive, haunted him.

  He fought the anger he felt for abandoning her, and he hoped she forgave him.

  Watching the video stream before him, Ben realized the images of his soul mate switched from her life as Elizabeth, to her new life as Emma. A young, freckled girl smiled on the swings and picked dandelions from the yard. Childhood gave way to adolescence, and with it came dances and makeup, and the unfortunate passing of her mother. Ben watched as young Emma grew up before his eyes. He smiled at her accomplishments and choked back tears when he witnessed her mother’s funeral. Emma was just as beautiful in this life as she was in the past.

  Fast-forwarding to the future, Ben realized losing her mother wasn’t the only tragedy Emma would experience in this lifetime. There was more to come, and he wanted to be there for her.

  Would she remember him? Would she still love him?

  He had to find out.

  If you enjoyed Aftershock, we recommend you check out Aftermath by Sandy Goldsworthy. Enjoy the first three chapters here for free.

  Available December 2nd, 2014 on All Platforms!

  Chapter 1

  Ben's Story

  Tell me you didn’t go back to that lake again, Benjamin.

  Molly’s piercing thoughts jerked me back to reality. I shook my head and cast a second line into the murky waters of Lake Bell. The narrow passage on the backside of the island was home to the largest northern pike in the county.

  You’re pretending to be fishing, but you’re really sitting in that tin can of a boat that’s decades older than you would be, if you were still alive.