This is my new book coming out with Midnight Showcase.
Apart of the Blue Noir Digests: Reel to Real
Author: Mila Ramos
Five years ago, Moira Castle couldn’t tell you what her favorite color or the type of food she liked. She couldn’t tell you much about anything personal. All she remembered was waking up in a hospital bed on a cold September morning. Nurses stated she had been found in the Saintark river unconsciousness and stayed that way for well over three years. The only traces of her former life were a battered journal she had in an old purse and a Celtic wedding band with blue sapphire diamonds forming half the infinity symbol. No other forms of identification were found at the time of recovery. Her life was a blank page but at least she knew her name.
She began searching for the life she once had, but without knowing the starting point, it was hard to see the end. During the time of her coma, nothing in the newspapers or the media showed acknowledgement of recognition. After some time she gave up and accepted the truth and made way in her new life. She hated the toll the unknown had on her heart. Each search that ended with no answers on added new wounds and deeper fears. There were lonely nights ridden with insomnia, she stayed up and watched figures out the window. There were idle fantasies and hopes one of those shadows would materialize to something recognizable but it never happened that way. The emptiness beat with vengeance at her soul. It screamed in her mind and pushed the tears from dark recesses she wished to visit existed.
Who was it that shared the other half of the infinity ring? What type of man was he? Her only link revealed a past that was as mysterious as the circumstances that had lead her to Castle Memorial Hospital. It took some time to officially re-establish herself within society. A new last name, social security number, and driver’s license was the first of many steps in the search of familiarity. Adopting the name Castle from the Castle Memorial Hospital, Moira referred to the only people she knew as her family and friends, the doctors and nurses, who had taken care of her. It was through this experience she made friends with Nurse Kasey Newton and Dr. Sean Macat.
Now here she was, two years after regaining consciousness and five years after she severed the ties of her previous life were cut. She was living life as a movie editor in Saintark, Georgia listening to the rambling of her best friend Kasey trying to guess her past.
“I’ve got it Mo!! You were the Queen of Sheba!”
Moira chuckled under her breath as she tried to focus on her work. “Is that the best you could come up with Kasey?”
“Well you didn’t like the Princess of Wales idea.” Her friend commented as she bit into her pizza with gusto.
“The Princess of Wales died genius.”
“Or so they think that’s what really happened. Little did they know she was alive and well, living as a movie editor?”
“Here we go again.” Moira mumbled to herself as she hid a wave of laughter and she pushed up her glasses.
“I heard that.”
“So tell me how long are we going to play this guessing game?” Moira asked as she continued reading the manuscript before her.
“Until one of my answers is the truth or Matthew McConaughey comes to marry you.”
“He’s movie star Kasey.”
“And you’re a script editor, amazing isn’t it?”
Shaking her head and leaving her friend back to her outrageous thinking, Moira continued with her editing. She usually did revisions on the weekends but exploration was on her mind for the following days. She wanted to venture and discover the areas of the town she considered her home. More important matters were on her mind, which geared the exploration but for now venturing outside of her apartment for leisure instead of work was the goal. As she absent-mindedly twirled her wedding band, once again thoughts to who held the other half of the infinity ring echoed in her mind.
For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and pictured herself as she might have been back then. Didn’t matter how hard she tried to conjure another image, she would always receive the one current in her mind.
It was nighttime, that much she knew from the gleam of the moonlight. It was quiet and by a river that flowed as constant as the moon traveling through its phases. The air was cool, but only due to the spraying mists the river gave of itself. The time and location were a mystery but it seemed she knew who was there. And whoever it was never frightened her.
As her long, raven tresses lightly blew in the wind, she smiled at the reflection her caramel complexion reflected. Shimmering highlights adding ethereal beauty to sides of herself she considered plain. This dream was more than a search for her identity, it was her salvation. This repetitive dream gave her some hope to unlock the guarded door in her mind. Yet, for as much as she adored dreaming it; for as much as she knew her beauty made almost mythical in appearance, sadness prevailed through the thin seams of this reverie. The sadness her dark brown eyes were reality showing its color. The truth that made her aware she wasn’t living in the world her mind had conjured; she was visiting.
It didn’t matter to Moira though because she knew he would be there. She could predict just when he would arrive, when he would appear. It was here, in this place, the dewy kissed look of love, that only a woman could feel and express, lived. He, her husband, would then come into sight as her mind imagined. Tall, handsome man with the physical and emotional strength she depended on in those broad shoulders. His hair, at first obscure when the dreams started, now chestnut with changing strands of auburn. Fall leaves, she called his hair at one time; his hair was the changing color of fall leaves. His touch was gentle. At first wary, her fear of him lessened over time. Over the two years of having this dream, his touch reinforced the truth in her mind about her husband; kindness flowed in his being. She could still remember and feel his arms around her long hours after she woke.
Plagued by the questions spinning in her mind, she focused on the one detail, though out of place, which seemed to hold some type of key. It was half a movie reel ending with the half of her infinity ring. What did that have to do with her amnesia? She still didn’t know and she still was trying to figure it out. When she first received the job as script supervisor Moira took opportunity to scrounge though endless reels. She first started with any reels that were of dreams, and from there she went to the different genres to determine where the reel that flashed in her mind could have actually originated. After a few solid months of searching she stopped hoping. Each time she opened a reel box she stopped saying a little prayer that it would hold an answer and a clue as to where she should search next. Yet it’s hard to stop the hope when it became automatic. Each full reel lessened the chance, but it didn’t stop her from searching. What did that reel mean?