Above Us Only Sky (Paul McCartney/Beatles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 22 - Between a Dream and a Miracle

A Lovely Love Story by Edward Monkton

"The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice. Although it was cold, he was happy in there. It was, after all, his cage.

Then along came the Lovely Other Dinosaur. The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur's cage with kind words and loving thoughts.

'I like this Dinosaur,' thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. 'Although he is fierce he is also tender and he is funny. He is also quite clever though I will not tell him this for now.'

'I like this Lovely Other Dinosaur,' thought the Dinosaur. 'She is beautiful and she is different and she smells so nice. She is also a free spirit, which is a quality I much admire in a dinosaur.'

'But he can be so distant and so peculiar at times,' thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. 'He is also overly fond of things. Are all Dinosaurs so overly fond of things?'

'But her mind skips from here to there so quickly,' thought the Dinosaur. 'She is also uncommonly keen on shopping. Are all Lovely Other Dinosaurs so uncommonly keen on shopping?'

'I will forgive his peculiarity and his concern for things,' thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur, 'for they are part of what makes him a richly charactered individual.'

'I will forgive her skipping mind and her fondness for shopping,' thought the Dinosaur, 'for she fills our life with beautiful thoughts and wonderful surprises. Besides, I am not unkeen on shopping either.'

Now the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are old. Look at them. Together they stand on the hill telling each other stories and feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs.

And that, my friends, is how it is with love. Let us all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together. For the sun is warm. And the world is a beautiful place."

Marisol turned the last page and closed the book.

Sophie sighed, her golden curls shining, her face radiant. "Those dinosaurs don't scare me even a teensy bit."

"Read it again," Lucy demanded.

"No girls, it's go time." Margo appeared in the doorway. "Time for Aunt Mari to marry her dinosaur. I mean her prince. One more run through with the flower baskets, and remember girls, tiny handfuls of white petals first on one side and then on the other, for Aunt Mari to walk on."

"I don't want to do it again," Lucy said, swinging her legs as she carefully unwrapped a chocolate-covered kiss.

Margo swooped over and snatched the candy out of her daughter's hands. "Don't you dare get chocolate all over that dress."

Lucy screamed in frustration. "Mommy! You are a fat mean Mommy!"

"Sshh, Lucy, sweetheart," Marisol cajoled. "You shall have a hundred chocolate kisses, let's just get through this wedding first."

"All right. No more practicing, we're out of time. Get on the hay wagon, the lot of you." Margo pointed toward the door, where the tractor idled.

Marisol's father sat behind the wheel, ready to haul the wedding party up the hill to the barn. On his lap sat Melody, in a tiny frothy tiered dress of white mesh embellished with a pale blue blossom at the waist that she wouldn't stop tugging at.

"All aboard that's going aboard," Marisol heard her father chanting.

"Aba abad," Melody parroted from his lap.

Angela giggled. "I've never ridden on a hay wagon in my life. I never thought I'd do it on the way to a wedding."

"When in Rome," Marcus said. He offered Angela his arm. "Come with me, m'lady. Your chariot awaits. We may have even replaced the hay with cushions, just for you posh Brit types."