Authors: Joel Blaine Kirkpatrick
Caraliza (45 page)
“
Ladies, we are so very glad you came tonight. This is going to take a while, so please, feel at home,” Evan said with another kiss. Shelly noticed he returned with the lovers’ little notebook, but she knew perfectly well he would let her tell the tale.
Ladies, we are so very glad you came tonight. This is going to take a while, so please, feel at home,” Evan said with another kiss. Shelly noticed he returned with the lovers’ little notebook, but she knew perfectly well he would let her tell the tale.
As the hostess outside began the play for the other guests, Shelly poured Rachel another glass of wine and began the same tale, slightly changed.
“
Your mother came to America in 1917. She has been a cherished member of our family for seventy-eight years….”
Your mother came to America in 1917. She has been a cherished member of our family for seventy-eight years….”
When Caraliza fell lifeless to the boards Yousep became an astonishing creature in the big mans hands. Doubtless, the brute was more than twice his match still, but an unexpected fight, from the fifteen year old had not been planned. It was hoped the boy would be dragged terrified from the room and locked in the studio so the girl could be taken out the front of the shop. A serious fight was not in the bargain that was struck. The girl only was the prize, but this young man was a wild bull to hold and the larger man could not keep his grip.
Worse for having lost his hands on the insane Yousep, the brute was shoved backward and was soon tumbling into the shelves in the middle of the room, another obstacle that prevented the kidnap as he had hoped to carry it out. He was tangled into jars, boxes, and fallen planks and the boy was free to gather his plan with some rage behind it.
That rage was released, as was one of the heavy glass jars of liquid, which was more to hand for Yousep than were the tumbling jars around the brute. Yousep had decided to murder before his terror squeezed the very breath from his Angel, Caraliza. If he murdered the man, he did not care to check. He brought his weapon jar down upon the man's forehead with such a blow the brute did not move again.
Yousep was instantly upon his love in the corner, and was streaming his tears onto her eyes when his prayers before the fight were answered in Heaven. If God chose to punish him for the life taken behind him, it was not to be done with keeping life from Caraliza. She did stir in his tears and met them with her own as she breathed piercing cries into the darkness of the room. She held him as dearly as he held her and they wept from fear and the pain of the hiding.
The man behind Yousep was unseen to her and she was still terrified. They sat and soothed themselves with kisses and joy until she was quite able to sit again next to him, and her eyes became saucers at the form in the middle of the room and the ruined shelves around him. There was no hint of blood, but he did not move, and would not. Not for them.
It seemed an hour before they felt recovered enough to move down the stair. Clothing had come with them and Yousep had them dressed should they need to bolt the shop from other dangers. Water was more soothing than were the clothes, they both had terrible thirst.
They were still holding each other very tightly near the darkroom closet when there came another sound at the top of the stair; Caraliza began to wither in Yousep's arms again. But the sound was not one of something trying to come down; it was the sound of something falling without control from the very top. Yousep had not brought the death of the brute, but had injured him to the very lip of that darkness. The man killed himself by trying to get to the stair with his brains nearly bashed, and finished the job in the fall completely down. He was dead as he bounced the final step and Caraliza screamed until Yousep’s ears were to burst from it.
He gathered her tenderly into his embrace and spoke the softest words he knew to speak in her Dutch. “
My love you are safe.
” Mijn liefje je bent veilig
As he spoke sweetly to her lips, her shudders began to ease and he knew she would not be fearful again.
My love you are safe.
” Mijn liefje je bent veilig
As he spoke sweetly to her lips, her shudders began to ease and he knew she would not be fearful again.
He left her standing at the closet, she did not want to approach, and Yousep crept to the bulk of the big man and checked that the fall had done a complete job. Two bundles were there near the brute, thrown out from the pockets of his shirt as he had crashed down the stairs. Yousep gathered them both and hurried back to Caraliza and they sat down on the floor to put on their shoes.
When the lock of the shop door turned moments later, they were stunned and made no sound. Yousep knew it must be Mr. Reisman returning to check they were safe, but before he could cry they had been saved, Yousep heard his employer cry out himself. It was not a cry of relief to find the body on the floor across the shop, the two lovers were hidden behind the display on the floor at the cabinet and he did not see them.
Mr. Reisman cried in anger and shock, and ran to the stair with curses and surprise. Then lunging over the body on the floor he rushed up the stair to see what had been done. Not a cry did he make for Yousep's sake, nor one for the girl. His frustration was his only concern; something he had planned was more terribly amiss than he had been prepared to find in the shop.
His return was not quiet, but cursing the body on the floor, that it could not control a frightened boy and retrieve the girl as they had bargained. Mr. Reisman spoke to the body as if he would not have been surprised to hear it rise and witness for itself it had tried to do as they had bid. Yousep was aroused to more anger than he could control, but his Caraliza knew the better than their discovery. She kept him quiet with her fingers and the shopkeeper raged at the unanswering corpse. Yousep remembered all his dreams; the body always spoke and put him in terror.
This body would never speak such a way to him again, neither in any dream.
Mr. Reisman was in panic for something he expected to find, but could not. He sought the man's pockets and sought under the heap when he shoved it over to look at the boards. It was growing near to light, just an hour before dawn and the two beneath the closet were shocked to see Mr. Reisman run from the shop and across the street. The hideous stair swallowed him; to look with great intent in the awful basement for something he could not bear to loose.
Yousep was fully informed of the deed done against them as his employer plunged down that hole. Yousep was intelligent enough to understand, Mr. Reisman had known for a time the great dreadful man who lived there and tormented Caraliza. Papa’s concern for her then would have been she might have died at the hands of the brute he allowed to keep her. With her murder, two men would have swung on the gallows.
They must have waited until she was recovered enough to steal back away and frighten the poor Yousep out of his right mind. Whether hatred or pity was felt for the old man over in that darkness, Yousep truly did not wish to know, he only knew he could love the man no longer and would hope God would judge the deed for what it was. Yousep would not seek judgment, nor would he stay.
He gathered his love into his arms and took the bundles, which were surely sought across the street, as they crept out the back stair. Whatever those bundles were, they were dear…and if so dear, then valuable. If valuable, then payment enough, for the price nearly paid with her life.
Yousep would not take his love home straight away; they needed a better place to hide. His parents would grieve until he walked safely into their arms with his love, and Mr. Reisman would never know. They would never tell, at Yousep's request. Only God would punish Mr. Reisman. Yousep and his Caraliza would not waste a moment of the life they were escaping to share.
“
Ik zal niet wachten tot ik dood ben om hem te achtervolgen,”
she said.
Ik zal niet wachten tot ik dood ben om hem te achtervolgen,”
she said.
“
I’ll not wait to die, to haunt him.”
I’ll not wait to die, to haunt him.”
End
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Joel Kirkpatrick
lives with his lovely wife
lives with his lovely wife
and two boys in Southwest Colorado.
He can be contacted through his websites.
Acknowledgements:
To the wonderful family that waits for me to share the computer, I offer my love and thanks; my wife and boys, Andrea, Miles, and Colin have endured some terrible loneliness while my eyes were on these words, and other books I have struggled to create.
To Mikela, it was a pleasure to hear this tale unnerved you. Thank you for being the first person scared by my ghosts. (Yes, it was difficult to write and edit at night.)
To readers who wonder about the Dutch text, and the wonderful process which brought it to life, I sought excellent help – Irma van der Staal came to my rescue, and brought her daughter’s stunning design work to my attention. They share the joy of seeing this published, and their notes follow.
JBK
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Mijn naam is Irma, ben op dit moment 52 jaar, woon in Nederland en ben al 34 jaar getrouwd met René. Samen hebben we 2 volwassen dochters, Kelly, de oudste, is 25 en Ellen, de jongste, is 21 jaar oud. Als tiener vond ik het al leuk om te corresponderen en schreef toen o.a. met een jongen uit Tunesië. Sinds een paar maanden ben ik op zoek naar correspondentievrienden in andere delen van de wereld. Het leek me leuk om in het Engels te mailen en meer te leren over andere mensen en hun landen. Op één van die penpalsites kwam ik een bericht tegen van Joel, die iemand zocht om wat Nederlandse zinnen te vertalen, althans om de Nederlandse zinnen in correct Nederlands te zetten. Dit leek me ontzettend leuk om te doen en zo werd ik hierbij betrokken. Ik werd gegrepen door het verhaal van Caraliza en vond het fantastisch! Het voelde als een voorrecht om je te mogen helpen Joel. Dank je wel dat je me de kans hebt gegeven om dit te mogen doen.
Voor altijd vrienden,
I
rma van der Staal
rma van der Staal
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