The dreams of Margret Bell

For 13 years she was Hollywoods top billing.
She was the envy of every starlet, and and the pinup poster for a million servicemen.
In her dreams a smile would flush accross
her face as she reveled in the chants of the
throngs pressing from all sides crying, Margret, Margret!
She was a beauty alright, and the crowds could never get enough of her.
So multi-talented she was that anything
she put her hand to turned to a golden
success.
She swam the English channel in the dead
of winter back in 1943
Her trip to Africa when she fought off a
Bengal tiger barely escaping with her life
was a major press release, not to mention
her sky diving exploits where she would
freefall with her famous poodle Pinky.
As the years rolled on Margret would grace
the pallaces of kings and presidents, and
was even presented the key to several nations
claiming Margret Bell a national holiday.
As Margret grew older her life experiences became
international best sellers, and her face appeared
many times on the cover of Time Magazine.
But voices had aways taunted Margret and a
terrible solitude of soul seemed to make a mockery
of all her fame and success.
Voices kept calling out to her but it seemed she was
to paralyzed to answer.
It was though the sounds and truth of another world
were trying to break into this surreal reality that had
become the glory of Margret Bell.
Then, slowly she opened her eyes and saw the warm
compassionate eyes of a man in a white suit holding
her hands and whispering, 'It's ok Susan, you've come
back to us.'
She mumbled with tears in her eyes, But, I'm Margret,
Margret Bell. Have you not heard of me?'
'But of course I have exclaimed the doctor.'
'You see dear, you were in a terrible car accident
and have been in a coma for thirteen years.
'But, doctor Susan exclaimed, My name is Margret Bell, have you
not heard of my fame?
'Surely you've read all the papers.'
With a kind loving smile the doctor said, Yes, my
dear, surely you are among the greats. You've
spoken many times of Margret throughout these
thirteen years.'
'Now try to rest my dear and..
welcome back.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013

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rapturecapture
Hi Cafe


What a story...
I have read a few times now and it thrills me every time.
You capture a lost soul here in the most beautiful way
I just loved reading this wonderful write
Thank you for sharing...Amazinghug angel wave
cafetwo2010
Ty rapture.. Thank you for your inspiring comment dear.
It was a real joy trying to conjure up this short tale. God
bless.
Happygolucky4u
uh oh Is this real? Am I really reading this? Now I am worried moping
Just incase it is real wink Loved it rose
kidmenot
this story captured my attention to the very end. I think in our dreams we are all famous. this was great.
weemick1960
Hi there partner,
I really enjoyed this one. Took me right in from the beginning and then, the cream on top of the coffee, the end. I just didn't expect that at all. Brilliant my friend, and by the by, some of us can be more infamous than famous in our dreams. Take me for instance.
You have a nice day.
MIKE.
marikia
An amazing, captivating write, took me awares in the end! Thank you, dear Cafe, for sharing!!!bouquet
cafetwo2010
Ty Happy.. The story is fictional dear. The names were
changed to protect the innocent.professor teddybear
cafetwo2010
Ty kidmenot.. I kinda like to think that this woman in
a coma state did not live a zombie mindless existence,
but one full of spirit and adventure for the whole 13
years.teddybear
cafetwo2010
Ty weemick. Happy this write threw you a curve ball. But
as someone once said, ' Fame is the flower on a dead mans grave.' handshake
cafetwo2010
Ty marikia..I must confess dear, that it is not nice to
trick a maiden with a schocking twist of plot but you
wouldn't have me any other way. grin kiss kiss
SundaySilence
Whew, heavy...feel no pain and ride the crest. Hey, no mention of rehab so I would say~~she did well. peace
rapturecapture
Hi Cafewow

Great story...can't help reading again and againprofessor
Just lovely kiss
cafetwo2010
Ty Sunday.. Instead of rehap..memories of total bliss.teddybear
cafetwo2010
Ty rapture..Hope you like my story as much as I like
your lovely song.wine
ladyjewel
Wow this was amazing to read, i love your mind:)
This is a lovely deep interesting write teddybear
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