Here we have come to the end of our story, Mike has found what he was looking for in the talented and charming Maybelle and now must bring her back to his home.
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After leaving Auntie Marie’s burrow, Mike and Maybelle made their way down the grassy tunnel that bordered the hedgerow. Maybelle walked with a carefree lightness that Mike hadn’t seen during his stay at Willow keep; it made him smile. Any doubts he had about taking her from her home vanished the further they traveled away from that horrid place.
Her happiness took the edge off of Mike’s unease, but he was still wary. Dangers lurked along the way, Tilly had warned him of the snake that hunted along the hedge tunnel, and then there were those horrid cats that prowled the walkways. Even as he thought about it he felt the hair on his neck stand on end. They weren’t alone in the hedge, and he knew it.
Maybelle stopped and breathed in the fresh fall air. “You’ve been rather quiet, is everything alright?”
Mike leaned on his cane and glanced behind them once again, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. “It’s nothing, really. Just eager to get home I suppose.”
“You would tell me if there were something wrong, wouldn’t you?”
“If it were worth mentioning, yes.” He kept his eyes down and drew a lazy circle with his foot over the packed soil, trying his best to look more at ease.
Maybelle set her hands on her hips. “Listen, I know we haven’t known each other very long and I have a lot to learn about you, just as you have much to learn about me. We are both too old to be playing games with each other like this. I need you to be honest with me. I can’t stand it when people try to hide things, I always find out. Now out with it.” She spoke with sternness, but managed to sound kind as she did.
Mike stammered, his mouth working soundlessly before he could find what he wanted to say. “When I came this way before I was warned of –”
“Wait.” She stopped him with a hand, her head tilted toward the brush to their left. “Do you hear that?”
Mike froze and strained his ears for sounds of danger, specifically of the rustle of scale against dry leaf. He couldn’t make out anything unusual, but considering the possibility made his heart speed up and his mouth dry. “Hear what?”
She stepped toward the brush, her motions silent and concise. “Someone is crying.”
Mike peered into the brush. It was hard to make out anything in the dappled shadows until he caught a hint of red deep inside the hedge. Then he understood. “Tilly? Is that you?”
“Go away,” squeaked the tiny mouse from her hiding place.
“I promised to come back this way, I never forget a promise. I want you to meet Maybelle.” He climbed up closer.
A tiny nose peeked around the branch, followed by two curious eyes. “I don’t want to talk to you Mike Finnigan. You best go on home.” She sniffed again and dabbed at her face with her handkerchief.
“What’s happened, what’s wrong?”
“It’s not important.”
“Of course it’s important, it’s enough to make you sad so it must be.”
Maybelle placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s because of me. I think dear Tilly was hoping that you would return empty handed,” she whispered.
Mike’s eyes widened, the realization dawning on him. He didn’t want to admit Tilly’s fondness for him right away, he had heard saying things like that upset some women. “Why would you assume that?”
“I think I have some understanding of how another woman’s heart works.” She winked and then climbed up into the branches. Within minutes she had coaxed the field mouse down into the opening.
Tilly dabbed at her eyes again and gave Maybelle a nod before turning toward Mike. “She’s right, I was upset that you found someone. I know that’s silly but it’s true.”
Mike shuffled his feet, unsure if it would be appropriate to pull her into a hug. She looked as if she needed one, but in light of the situation he thought better of it and rested his hands over the top of his cane instead. “No, love is never silly. The heart sometimes makes choices that the mind cannot unmake. It must learn the hard way. I’m sorry that I caused you pain. You will always be a dear friend.”
Without warning, Tilly turned and wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. Mike pulled his arms free, letting his cane fall to the ground, and returned the embrace. When she had her fill she stepped back and straightened her scarf. “I’m glad to have known you Mike, be sure to come visit if you ever come this way again.”
“I promise, and you know I will keep it,” Mike said as he leaned over and retrieved his cane.
“You best be going, I’m sure you are anxious to get home.”
After Mike and Maybelle bid Tilly their farewells they continued on their journey through the grass-lined tunnel. They walked in an uncomfortable silence for quite some time. Mike felt like he needed to apologize, but wasn’t sure what for and didn’t want to appear foolish. In the end it was Maybelle who spoke first.
“Will we be meeting any more of your friends on the way?” she asked with a bemused smirk.
“No, no, I assure you. That’s it.”
Maybelle laughed out loud, a musical wonderful sound, and Mike knew all was right between them again. They left the park and climbed the hill to the yellow house with blush colored roses out front.
“This is home” Mike announced with a smile and his arms open wide. “Do you like it?”
Maybelle’s hands went to her mouth. “Oh, Mike – it’s beautiful!” She walked to a low hanging rose blossom and inhaled deeply before turning to him once more. “Haven’t you forgotten something?”
Mike racked his brain. What could he have forgotten? He had gotten them safely back to his home. What could he have missed? Maybelle twiddled her fingers, and made an act of being coy. He had to figure it out. Then, as if struck by lightning, he knew.
He knelt down on one knee before her. “Maybelle, will you marry me?”
She giggled and held out her hand, which he covered with kisses. “Of course.”
That’s the end of Mike Finnegan and his adventure. Thanks for reading! I realize that this story is super flawed and I apologize that the beginning and the ending don’t match at all. I think Mike lost his accent about 5 episodes in, whoops. As my first serial piece I learned a ton about what it takes to write serial fiction and just how many wrong turns I made. This is all in the name of learning something new, so even it it didn’t turn out as well as I would have liked it was worth the time to at least try.
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