d with a thick Irish accent. “Hi,” he replied. He walked slowly down the hill, stumbling slightly on the steep incline. She giggled. “And just who might you be?” She queried. “I’m Timothy, but people call me Tim,” he said, smiling. “Stay cool, Tim, stay cool,” he thought. “Well Tim,” she replied, “I’m Fiona. ‘Tis a pleasure to meet you.” She extended her hand to him. He shook it, which seemed to surprise her for a moment. “So what are you doing roamin’ the open wilds of Ireland, Tim?” she asked. He flashed a winning smile. “My family and I are on vacation here.” She smiled back. “Then, perhaps we will see each other again. Goodbye for now, Tim.” With that, she walked away. Tim stood dumbstruck as she vanished over the hill. He couldn’t get her out of his head. After she left, he sat down on the hill and smiled. She was, quite possibly, the most amazing girl he had ever seen. And, her voice...her voice was a touch of heaven. Smiling, he began wandering back toward the cottage. When he arrived, he could see that most of the family was outside. Cole was leaned against a small tree, scribbling in a notebook. Sean was keeping the younger siblings busy playing some game or another; it was probably tag. He could see his mother sitting in a chair holding the baby. His dad was probably inside. He meandered towards them. His mother called out as he got close, “Where did you get off to so early?” He looked up at her. “Uhm, nowhere, Mom. I just went for a walk.” “All right,” she responded. “Just leave a note next time, please. We were a little concerned.” He didn’t even respond; he just walked inside and flopped down on the couch. His dad sat in a nearby chair reading the newspaper. “Good mornin’,” his dad said, looking up from the paper. “Hey, Dad,” Tim responded. The conversation ended there. Tim spent the rest of the day thinking about her. Fiona. The name echoed through his mind. Fiona. That beautiful voice. It carried with him endlessly. He didn’t eat much that night, but sleep came blessedly quick. He awoke with a start sometime the next morning, camped out on the floor of the main room This cabin had only two bedrooms, so the boys had to sleep on the floor. He looked at his watch; it was 3:00 a.m. He wondered what had awakened him when he heard that voice. Her voice. He rose from his bed and walked to the door. He stepped out into the night wearing only sweatpants and a t-shirt. It was chilly out, but he didn’t notice or care. He started walking, following her voice which was echoing in the distance. She seemed to elude him in these hills; he couldn’t catch her. He heard her giggle; she was playing with him. Suddenly, he felt an urge. He breathed in deep and started to sing with her. No words, just music. Their voices intertwined to form a harmony that was almost inhuman; almost heavenly. AS they sang, he began to feel pain. He couldn’t understand it, but it hurt all over. The more they sang, the more wrenching the pain became, until, at last, he crumpled to the ground. She appeared next to him. “Tim, you must go home. I will find you when the morning comes. It is dangerous out here at night,” she whispered. With that, his eyes closed and he saw only darkness. When he awoke, it was late morning. All of his family was awake and involved in their normal, loud, morning activities, and yet he had slept through it. He got up and walked to the kitchen area and sat down mumbling, “Good mornin’,” to everyone there. They each responded but he wasn’t really listening. His mother had set a full breakfast out in front of him. He nibbled on some toast and drank his orange juice. Then, he got up and went and sat on the couch. His family looked on with concern, but nobody said anything. Suddenly, there was a nock at the door. Everybody was surprised as Tim sprang from his seat and bounded to the door. “Good mornin’ Tim,” came Fiona’s voice. Tim p

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