“Beware the Ides of March…”

Fifteen years ago, teenaged lovers, Kelly and Joey, were torn apart by their parents.  One set moved to Ireland and the other stayed in Oregon.  Life moved on but neither forgot their first love, or the lessons of torrid teenaged passion learned in the back seat of cars. 

An empty pain kept both of them company as the moved through their twenties and into their thirties.  Business, school, marriages, kids…yet never did the ach of loss cease.  Like the ghost pain in the absence of a brutally severed body part, mournful regrets haunted.

                “Joey…”

                “Kelly…”

Now, finally, St. Patrick has fulfilled the private prayers and returned the lovers to the same city and time, and to the same place.  Now they face each other, breathless with wonder and remembered loss.

Does St. Patrick have the March Magic necessary to heal old wounds and coax love’s rebirth?

Why wouldn’t he?  It was St. Patrick’s Day, after all.

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