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The End

As it turns out I wrote a premature ending to Zetoec back on Day 5, which became the penultimate chapter in the book. I did end up writing an epilogue, with some twists that surprised me, and it would be unfair to those that may end up reading the whole story by spoiling it here.

The final paragraphs though are here, penned on purple bar day. One of the lines was inspired by a supportive email I received along the NaNo journey (Thanks SH).

The ending paragraphs:

“So, the full circle huh?” offers the Reader gently.
“Seems, so …”

“Hey, is that offer for a beer still standing? ‘Cause your coffee tastes like crap, friend.”
“Friends now, are we?” The Writer can only smile as a joy fills his heart.
“You know you should turn the novel into a mini series … and inside those you could make a micro series … and inside those you could make a nano series …”
And there they sat in companionable silence, sucking on their beers. There was no need for words because all the words had been spoken.

Excerpt from The Penultimate Chapter

Ending with new beginnings

“Oh shit!”

It is late.  I am supposed to pick up Jesse today from school, well not supposed to, I have to because no-one else will be able to pick him up.  All day I had been saying to myself – “now, remember to leave work on time, remember to leave work on time.  Don’t be late”.  Jordan who had taken up the role of being my timekeeper had already given me three warnings that it was time to go.

“Yeah, I’m about to leave now”, I replied each and every time, with a dismissal wave of my hand.    Jordan would just stand there, and give me one of those looks – resigned, bemused and challenging.  I swear that he slightly shaked his head, as he would turn around and return to his office.

“Oh shit, where are my car keys? Caitlyn, have you soon my car keys?  My god, I am going to be late!”  I could feel the anxiety lurch in my stomach, if I don’t get out of here soon, I will be paralysed with fear.  Please let the traffic be OK today.


I am just about to zip up the back pack, doing a final pat check of the handbag – blackberry – check; wallet – check; security pass – check; keys – ‘shit where are the key?’ when the Chief Financial Officer walks in.

“Oh, are you leaving?” He asks with a quizzical eye, his right brow raises itself at an acute angle.

“No, just arriving” I retort (jokingly or is that sarcastically).  He looks offended, and I think ‘Just get over it, I don’t have time for this’.

I quickly glance at the time.  Five minutes.  I’ll give him five minutes – that’s all.  I glance out the window.  It is getting dark and looks as though a storm is threatening.  Please don’t start raining.  The traffic is so bad when it rains.

“I’ve just got a quick question.” He says and settles into the visitor’s chair.  I stay standing, hovering at the other side of the table, relieving myself of my backpack.  I place it at the edge of the table, but keep my left hand looped through the shoulder strap.  If I sit down, I am doomed.  I know I look rude, but I am supposed to be somewhere else right now.

He brings the fingertips of his hand together, in a wonderfully staged contemplative mode, draws his fingers toward his thumbs, flexing them in and out, in and out.  ‘Come on, just get on with it’, my brain screams silently.

He stands, I fall behind him, willing him out the door and shouldering the backpack.  A quick scan around the office, and there I see my car keys, between the computer screen and the keypad.  I lean over and snatch them.  The Chief Financial Officer has already gone.

I walk out of the office, locking the door behind me.  Caitlyn is there with report in hand.  I’d forgotten I had even asked her for it.

“Thanks.  I’m going now.”  I am about to launch into a verbal release.  Caitlyn gets up to stand beside me.  She rubs her hand up and down at the top of my arm, just below the shoulder.  It is such an empathic gesture.

In that moment, the light shimmers and I see Da Link beside me administering a healing balm.  Her green elvish eyes are radiating calm.

“Go, just go” she says and smiles sadly.  This time her smile reaches to her eyes.

“Thanks, for everything”, I lamely say and then I am hurrying down the corridor to the car.

The traffic is snaking it’s way along the highway.  I am making calculations along the way.  I’ve got fifteen minutes.  I’ve got ten minutes. The lights threaten to turn amber.  Come on I can get through this one.  I accelerate slightly, willing the car ahead of me to do the same.  It does.  Good.  Only two more traffic lights if they are green, I can get there.
One more traffic light.  It is red.  I have to stop.  The car is idling.  Breathe.  Three minutes are remaining, the school is only two minutes away.  I can do this.  I’ll be there soon Jesse.  The light changes to green.  I exhale loudly.  I didn’t even realise I am holding my breath.
I park outside of the school.  It is 5.59pm.  One minute.  I made it.  I fling the car door open and bolt along the path.  The lights of the out of school care building are on.  There is one school bag outside the door.  The wind has picked up, blowing leaves around my ankles and dust into my eyes.  It will rain tonight.  I push through the door.  The room looks so empty, and for a frantic moment, I feel as though I am too late.  Then I see Jesse sitting by himself reading a book in that emptiness.  He looks up, beams a smile.


Jesse is now wrapping his arms around me.

“Were you waiting by yourself for very long?” I ask but afraid to hear the answer.

“Oh about twenty minutes”

“Yeah, sorry sweetie.  Let’s go home.  How was school today?”

“Good”, he drawls.

“Hey”, I say brightly.  “I’ve got some important news to tell you”

“What?”

….
Jesse is incredible.  I feel as though my heart will break with love for him.  I felt the three universes slow and merge.  There would be no collision course.  All opposing forces became one – sense and nonsense, science and magic, spirit and flesh, the ordinary and the absurd.  If for no other reason, this moment, here in the dark, on a windy, stormy night, has made this decision so right.  There was another way.

The rain starts to fall.

The End

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