Hy-Breasail: the aftermath. Part 4
Published Oct 23, 2015

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This is the latest installment of my story on Hy-Breasail. I apologise again for the amount of time it's taken me to upload this.

In the last chapter Davis began work on a new recreational area in the asylum where Kim is a patient. This is what happens next..

This is the latest installment of my story on Hy-Breasail. I apologise again for the amount of time it's taken me to upload this.

In the last chapter Davis began work on a new recreational area in the asylum where Kim is a patient. This is what happens next..
Kim's years in Central Flanahan Insane Asylum had been long and tedious, but there was one thing that always kept her grounded. Even on the days where she wondered if she was in fact insane, that perhaps she had imagined it all after all, she still pushed herself and got up and kept going. It was her love of running that kept her feet on the ground, quite literally. In her school days she had been affectionately known by her classmates as Speedy Sandretto, and her athletic abilities had always been an outlet for her during troubled times; the wind in her hair, the only sound was her own heartbeat, she never felt so free or so alive as she did when she was running. It was her passion and her solace.

Most days, particularly in the mornings and the evenings, she was mercifully granted permission to exercise around the grounds of the asylum. As she went, gathering speed, she could almost hear the cheers of long ago; her coach, her family- her biggest supporter was her mother- her team, all of them cheering her on, encouraging her to cross the finish line in record time yet again, another medal around her neck.

But the reality was that all of that was gone now; there were no tracks, no medals, and the cheers, worst of all, had been replaced with silence.
Until now that was.

For the third time in a week Kim heard the clack-clack of hammers, the buzz of a portable radio, the unmistakable din of manual work as she passed by the furthest point of the wing. She had noticed a man there, he'd been planting trees, dragging bags of soil around, obviously he was making some sort of recreational area. Today she stopped for a proper look, quite amazed at what he had accomplished so quickly. The place seemed to have transformed in leaps and bounds from the last time she had passed by it.

"Morning" the old gentleman said to her as she looked in. He knew he shouldn't be conversing with the patients, but it was not in his nature to be anti social. Wilkie had always been an approachable and friendly man- a people person.

"Good morning" Kim answered. "I'm sorry to stare, I was just admiring what you've done here. You've done all of this in a few days and all by yourself?". She looked from the bottom of the yard to the top, all of it was wonderfully taking shape.

"Oh", Wilkie laughed. "I wish I could claim I did all this by myself, but no, there are two of us. I have a very skilled co-worker along with me". He pointed vaguely backwards towards the front of the yard where Davis, unseen, was busy assembling the remainder of some large plant pots.

"I see" Kim said, "well it looks great", and she broke into a run again and took off before Wilkie could thank her for her compliments. "Fast as a cheetah" he said to himself, shaking his head, and he returned to his work.
Two more days passed until he and Kim saw one another again. By this time the recreational garden looked almost complete. She stopped again and peered in.

"Ah, it's you again" Wilkie said warmly when he saw her, "the cheetah. Without the fur and the spots, of course. And no tail either, but a cheetah nonetheless. A good morning to you"

"Cheetah?" Kim said, confused. "Yes" Wilkie smiled, "you run like a cheetah. Nobody ever told you that before?". "Ah" Kim said, understanding, and she told Wilkie that yes, she had heard it before, and the two of them began to chat as though they were old friends. All the while Davis worked out of sight at the opposite end of the yard.
Another day passed and their work was finally almost done. When it was time to go home Wilkie made his way to the front of the yard to see what Davis was up to.

"You finished everything at the back?" Davis asked him, "almost" Wilkie replied, "you almost finished up here?".

"Almost" Davis answered, "boy, I'm sick looking at this same space day after day, I'll be glad when we finish this job completely"

"It does get a little tiresome" Wilkie agreed, "I did find someone to talk to though, a little conversation to break up the day". Davis smiled. "Talking to the feral rabbits in the grass again, are we, Wilkie? Or is it the birds this time?"
"Oh, just a cheetah" Wilkie commented.

Davis looked at him. "A what?" he said, slightly alarmed.

"There's a patient" Wilkie explained, "a young lady. She passes by here, and by jove can she run. I wish I could run, you know, always have. But I've got too much of a belly to start now, don't I?"

Davis chuckled. "I'm afraid so" he told Wilkie, "I'm afraid so", and they walked toward the main building to sign out. Tomorrow would be their final morning on the job. All they needed now was a good night's sleep.
At the same time Kim waited outside yet another therapy room. She had yet another session. Yet again a well-meaning doctor would try to convince her that her tales of Hy-Breasail were all in her head.

It was a repeatitive and predictable process. While she waited for the patient in front of her in the queue to finish she walked up and down the waiting area. The only sounds were her own footsteps and her sighs.

And then she noticed movement outside, just a blur in the corner of her eye.

She turned around and time stood still.
"Good heavens. It can't be..." Kim watched, as though in a transe, as Davis walked through the garden, perfectly unaware that the love of his life was standing only a few yards behind him.

All that stood between them now after all these years was some bricks and mortar and a heavy glass window.

"Davis!" she cried out, louder than she had ever shouted in her life. But he kept walking. Every step took him closer to the exit. She couldn't believe her own eyes.

"Davis!" she shouted again, "Davis!"
"No, no. No!" she sobbed as she thumped the window with her fists and he got further and further away.

It was no good. The window's were escape proof. They would neither open nor break. They were designed that way and there was nothing Kim could do.
And then Davis stopped. Just ever so briefly.

He stood on the spot and turned around to face Wilkie.
"Look at me" Kim willed him, "just turn a little to the right, Davis", she clasped her hands together, "look at me" "Wilkie? Is someone calling me? Did you just hear someone shout my name?" Davis asked Wilkie earnestly.

"Calling you? How would anyone in here even know your name?" he answered.

"I guess you're right" Davis said and they both walked away.
Kim rested her head against the window frame, defeated. Her spirit was crushed.

After all these years she had lost Davis again.
"Are you all right?", a therapist came out of her office. "What is going on? What is all this noise about?"

Kim composed herself quickly, though inside she was in serious distress.

But she knew it would be a mistake to claim she had seen Davis. They would all think she was even crazier than they already believed her to be. She had think carefully, very carefully.

"I'm fine" Kim lied.

"Are you sure?"

"Mm hmm", she nodded and tried to smile. "Fine, yes. There was a rare bird sitting on the branch of the blossom tree. I was calling out to it, but it flew away. So..."

Kim went in to her session as was required. An hour passed, Kim didn't speak for most of it, she just nodded in the appropriate places and thought of nothing else but Davis.

"Do you know something, Doctor?" she finally did say. "I feel something. Right here, today. I feel something I haven't felt in many years, in fact"

"What do you feel, Kim?" the Doctor asked gently, a little surprised. "Talk to me"

"Hope" Kim said, "I feel hope"
In the evening she paced about her room for a few more hours, too excited and too alive to go to sleep. Her mind was awash with thoughts, thousands of them all rushing at her at once, but every one of them led back to Davis.

She would think of a plan. She had all night. She wasn't going to lose him all over again after coming this close. She wouldn't allow it.
She sat down and drummed her fingers on her stomach, every possible scenario of escaping crossed her mind. Had it really come to this? Had this day she had imagined for so long finally came? She was beside herself withanticipation and joy. Tomorrow morning she would go out to meet him.

As soon as the sun rose in the sky, she would go. She would be waiting.

Nothing was going to get in her way.
Not too far away Davis too wandered around his bedroom.

He picked a book from his shelf, he often read a little before going to sleep.

At the back of the book he kept something precious to him. It was a small painting of Kim and himself. He had painted it from memory a few years earlier.

He had never shown anyone, not even Wilkie.

When he looked at, in all its fine artistic likeness, the memories it provoked were bitter sweet. Deep down he had stopped believing that they would meet again someday.
"Where are you, Kim?" he said softly.

He sighed and closed the book.
Thank you for reading, if you're still reading this story. To be continued. I'm in the process of writing the next chapter now. I hope you enjoy.

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#1AshNic46VIPOct 24, 2015


#2AshNic46VIPOct 24, 2015

Great story ,can't wait until the next chater.

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