ELIDETH MERCURY RAISED AGAIN FROM HER ASHES TO BECOME A STRONGER WOMAN. WILL SHE BE ABLE TO FACE EVERYTHING THIS DANGEROUS TIME TRAVEL HAS IN STORE FOR HER?
WELL, THIS IS ONE OF MY REGULAR BRIDGE CHAPTERS. USUALLY THEY LOOK LIKE THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM BUT THIS TIME AROUND ANOTHER STORM RAGES IN.
OH, BTW, A LITTLE SILLY DETAIL. THIS IS ONE OF THE CHAPTERS I BURST INTO TEARS BY WRITING IT. SO... ENJOY OR WHATEVER. LOVE YOU. 🥰
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ELIDETH'S POV
After the start of the tour in Brussels, we came back to our country. Two shows in Dublin, three in Birmingham and five in London. Then we'd go back to the continent.
The shows at Royal Dublin Society Simmonscourt were great. Despite the fact they couldn't use God save the queen recording owed to a bomb warning if they played it, the truth is Freddie stood in wonder at the audience. The way they sang along the songs and all their energy. The start of the tour couldn't be better and his voice sounded just flawless though it wouldn't last long. It used to get undermined earlier and earlier.
Birmingham stirred something inside of me and Freddie always dwelt upon the fact that my town appeared in their european tours. He usually wanted to play several gigs there. This time around they performed three shows. Once, it seemed like in another lifetime, he had told me that Birmingham meant for him my strange addition to his life. Strange addition to his life, I just quoted him. One never knew if he was praising or accusing me. It was very funny. Anyway, my hometown was an essential part in their tours and to me it was getting harder and harder walking down those streets as if it were the most natural thing in the world. However, it was so good having Farrokh by my side this time. It made me feel safer and stronger.
That Friday 31st August, I decided taking a walk with my son around my town. I still recalled my last trip to 1984 when I landed in a hotel room with Freddie and Winnie. A shiver ran down my spine. Here I found out I was pregnant with Farrokh and I was happy and unhappy at the same time. And here he stood, looking so blonde but he couldn't be more mercurial. He surely was the most perfect work I had done within the mission. No doubt about it.
- Farrokh, don't go too far.
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My son, bodly, headed straight to a blonde little girl like him, around five years old, sitting on the grass. She was pulling up some weeds nervously. I came up to her as though a damn gravitational power drove me to that small body. She had a very pale skin and her hair was so blonde, almost white and looked so dirty and messy. As though she'd been ages away from the soap. She was barefoot and her feet looked sooty. She only wore some ragged underwear. Not quite enough clothes. I looked around. No one. Just the little girl, Farrokh and me.
- Darling, are you lost?
The little girl looked up to me and my heart skipped a beat. Some big, bleary, swollen but beautiful blue eyes, a running nose, a turned-up nose. I stood there shocked and didn't know why. She looked so beautiful and her glance seemed so old to her age.
