All Hallow's Eve
written by:
maggie2002

ALL HALLOWS EVE

The air was crisp and almost winter cold. It ruffled the sparse white hair of William King as he sat on the park bench unheeding of the chill letting the tears drip from his eyes.

He was old, he was alone, and he wanted to die. He had buried his lovely wife Mary one year ago tonight exactly. She promised him if possible she would return. He had his answer. There was no tomorrow for them, no future. Dead was dead. Soon he thought, as he shook the bottle of pills lightly he would leave this nothingness of life and join her in the sweet beyond. He smiled; at least the pain would be gone.

He opened the bottle of Jack Daniel's he had purchased to use with the pills and took a deep drink to prepare himself. The whiskey was full-bodied, warm in his mouth and burnt all the way to his belly. He heard a soft giggle.

Looking up, he saw a small red-haired woman was sitting at the end of his bench.

"How or where did you come from and why are you laughing?"

"Where do you think I came from, and I'm laughing because of you!" She answered with a smile.

He shook his head said, "I don't know", and then mumbled, "don't care neither."

"Sure you do, William King, you have been waiting for a sign from your beloved wife and I am it." He stopped the bottle just short of his lips and watched her to see what else she might have to say.

"Mary wouldn't want you to be dying out here in the cold, so bring your bottle and come with me." She held out her hand and without understanding why he took it and followed her through the park.

She stopped at a small cottage; he didn't remember ever seeing before and unlocked the door. Pushing him inside he found a small room tastefully furnished with a roaring fire. Truth be told, he had been getting cold and the fire smelled and felt wonderful.

She opened his bottle and poured two glasses and they toasted Mary and love once, twice, and then again. He was warm. She suggested he remove his coat and then his vest and soon his shirt. He didn't understand how they came together in the bed he hadn't noticed but he knew she smelt of summer flowers, and her skin was warm and soft and when she kissed him his sorrow lifted and he felt almost whole again.

It was early morning before he woke up to the chilly air in the cottage. He wrapped the bedspread around himself tucked the covers around the small woman lying next to him and got up to stoke the fire and add a log. While he was up, he found his pants and shirt, went into the small neat kitchen, and located a coffee pot.

Soon the smell of warm fresh coffee and toasting bread was filling the wee small place. He looked up and smiled when a soft voice called his name. He heard her say, "I'm terrible cold, can we cuddle until the fire warms up the place." He doffed his pants and shirt and crawled into the bed pulling her into his arms.

She kissed him. He kissed her. They were starting to make love when the smell of burning bread reached them. He jumped up and hurried to the kitchen. He removed it from the oven and pitched it out the door. He really needed to be back in bed after the crisp air cooled him off.

She wrapped him in her arms and kissed down his chest and her warm hands cuddled his coldest parts and amazingly for a man of sixty they perked right up and soon he was standing tall and proud.

He sighed, and she swatted him lightly. "I'll be having none of that my man. We both need what is happening here. Mary made me promise that I would seek you out last night and bring you home. It would be time to remind you that the living must continue living."

He sat up and looked at her. She was about forty to his sixty. She had golden tinged auburn hair with just a hint of gray, and the softest most beautiful green eyes. She had obviously had children because a woman's body showed that unless they were rich and the plastic surgeons took the marks away.

He thought that the marks made her as they did most women more beautiful. She had breasts that were full and rich, the kind a man wanted to wrap around his own tool and stay there forever. She also he noticed, smelled wonderful. She wasn't perfumed, as are so many younger women, but smelled full and rich. He inhaled her aroma and his member twitched, she smelled so sexy.

She smiled and moved a leg over the top of his hip and he slid deep inside where he rested in the wet hot heat of her and slowly moved to the age-old music of men and women. She pulled his head to her and using her hands offered up her breasts for him to suck and bite and tease until moaning she asked him to move faster and harder and he did and they cried out together as he found himself filling her with his juices.

They slept after and it was the delicious odor of bacon and eggs that woke him in the early afternoon as well as the singing of the beautiful woman in the kitchen.

He watched her work. Suddenly he remembered he didn't even know her name. He had never bedded a woman in his life that he didn't know. Mary obviously had known her and well to ask her to save him from himself as she had last night. He got up and dressed.

"Who are you, and why would my Mary ask you to meet me in the cemetery? Why are you allowed here in this cottage of all places? How did you know what I would do? "

Finished with all his questions for the moment he sat and awaited answers. He sipped the coffee she had given him as his nose and stomach noticed the odor of the delicious food beneath him on the table.

She giggled. "Is it alright to eat first and then I will explain by the way, my name is Fiona." He nodded and picked up his fork. They ate.

Fiona took a long time to finish her breakfast and then finally drawing him back to bed they curled up his head in her lap as she explained that Mary and her had been chemotherapy mates during her illness. Mary knew early on she was fighting a holding action and wouldn't get better. She had watched him bring her and take her home and his sensitive, caring way with her no matter how ill she was and had been impressed. Mary had been sad at his being alone, fearful he would try to join her with so much life yet to be lived and made her promise to try to stop him when the time was right.

Fiona explained to him that Mary had come to her in her dreams, three nights in a row, she had explained to her that Halloween eve, the anniversary of her death would be his weakest point. She urged her to love him. As to the cottage, she was the cemetery groundskeeper, a job she had inherited from her father and the cottage went with the job. It seemed not too many people wanted to live near the buried bodies of their loved ones.

He asked about her children and she told him she would show him their graves later that none she had borne had survived. He pulled her down and held her tightly as both Mary and he had buried two sons and had only one remaining child alive. It hurt, man or woman was not meant to bury their children.

Evening was upon them before either realized it. Fiona had neglected to open the cemetery gates for the first time in her life. She wondered if any would complain or assume it was to keep Halloween damage to a minimum. They dressed and took a walk around the grounds to make sure all was well and then as he addressed his need to leave, she shook her head no , "Please stay for dinner and one more night. I am so often alone I treasure the company."

He agreed, after his entire home was empty and sad and Fiona had made him think of the future for the first time in a whole year. He smiled and whispered a thank you to his lovely wife perhaps she was just the medicine he required to live again.

That night after a cozy dinner of soup and homemade bread, William introduced Fiona to some new sexual delights and as they recuperated, she shyly asks him how he felt about being a father at his late age.

He sat bolt upright in bed with shock. "You couldn't possibly know you're pregnant in two days," then softened, "but if you were I would proudly take claim to such a miracle child and love you both the best I could."

Fiona laughed, "You are right William King I don't know the results of our interlude. I do know I have done nothing to prevent it and if you do not desire children I must attend to that tomorrow if this is to continue."

"Would you want us to continue Fiona?" asked William

For answer, she pushed him flat in bed and straddled him as she slid his strong hard member deep into her pulsing wetness. "Does that answer your question you daft man?"

He grabbed her hips and nodded.

So it was that on Halloween night, William received a treat and not a trick and a completely new life never dreamed of the day he buried his wife. The couple had a new daughter in August of the following year. They were married in September. They named the baby Mary Fiona King, two years later they were blessed with one more child another daughter named Maureen this one turned out to be an author and the pride of her daddy's life.

© October 2005