Isabel. Just a Beautiful Girl

By Sergiu Someşan

If a writer tells me that I’m a beautiful girl duly gifted to be his Muse, to inspire him to write a book, who am I to challenge that, right? It is known that artists in general, but especially writers, are endowed with higher intuition that makes them see beyond appearances. If the gifts I have in me inspire him to write a book for me, I can only believe him and let his imagination take me to all the places I haven’t been and probably never will be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9781446130742

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Sergiu Somesan

ISABEL

JUST A BEAUTIFUL GIRL

© 2024 by Sergiu Somesan

Cover design: John Dobro

ISBN - 978-1-4461-3074-2

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Isabel Myers

FLYING WITH ISABEL MYERS

If a writer tells me that I’m a beautiful girl duly gifted to be his Muse, to inspire him to write a book, who am I to challenge that, right? It is known that artists in general, but especially writers, are endowed with higher intuition that makes them see beyond appearances. If the gifts I have in me inspire him to write a book for me, I can only believe him and let his imagination take me to all the places I haven’t been and probably never will be.

That’s how I ended up, thanks to him, among the stars, like a fairy to a star captain, I made it all the way to Montana to help with a difficult birth. I traveled back in time to hear Louis Armstrong play in New Orleans in the 1920s. I turned into this magic girlfriend of a mysterious lumberjack and received roses from a mysterious admirer in Paris.

Rarely, when I feel tired, I re-read a few romantic stories written by the writer Sergiu Somesan for me and I come back to life as if by magic. Because if he says that my beauty, optimism, and cheerfulness can cure illnesses, then it must be true, because we all know about the special intuition of creators of art.

I invite you, therefore, to read the volume of stories Flying with Isabel Myers and to write to me if you like it. Tell me what you would like Sergiu Somesan to write about me because after I tried to coax his ideas from him, I found out that he is preparing another volume about me, this time something more substantial. It made me very curious as to what other adventures he could imagine about me!

Are you ready to join me in this wonderful flight of imagination?

I am waiting for your comments on my Instagram account

https://www.instagram.com/isabelmyers_s/

Isabel.Myers

DAWN FAIRY

Everyone has heard of dawn and knows what it means. Just to clarify: they think they know what it means, only they often confuse dawn with sunrise. Sunrise is nothing more than the moment when the sun rises above the horizon. The exact timing of sunrise has been established for hundreds of years by the scientist Johannes Kepler, who first calculated how planets revolve around the sun.

But dawn is something else entirely. It’s that moment when the sun hasn’t yet risen above the horizon and seems to be considering whether to show up or not. It’s like it wants an extra reason on top of Kepler’s dry and precise laws.

The ancient Greeks, who were very knowledgeable about many things, learned that there was a goddess of dawn, and they called her Eos, or the goddess with the rosy fingers. This Eos was the impetus that made the sun rise in ancient times.

In modern times there is the Dawn Goddess, whom no one has seen yet but who is the real reason the sun still makes an effort every day to come out from beyond the horizon to warm our days and souls once again.

Dawn can be seen very well over the sea, when the sky lights up and thousands of playful waves chase each other towards the shore, undecided whether to be green or blue. By the time they decide what color to display, the sun has emerged from the waves, ready to delight us for yet another day.

In the mountains, on the green meadows of the highlands, the arrival of dawn is even more spectacular. A light golden puff floats almost unseen in the air, and bird songs can be heard everywhere. Flowers are preparing to open their corollas and butterflies to spread their wings.

It’s time, one can barely hear a whisper, and no one knows who said it.

It feels as if it is the weather, but something seems to be missing. Kepler’s laws say the sun should rise as the rosy light of dawn envelops the mountain ridges, but something is still missing for the sunrise to happen.

All peoples, in their deepest wisdom, have long realized what this is all about. For dawn to turn into sunrise, it takes a beautiful girl dressed in white to beckon the sun to rise from the mountain ridges. They call her the Dawn Fairy, and for her sake the sun rises every morning for the rest of us.

In folk tradition, the Dawn Fairy has no name. She is the Fairy of the Dawn, and that’s it. But I’m sure that if she were to have a name, the most appropriate one for her would be Isabel Myers, the Dawn Fairy.

Isabel.Myers

JUST A BEAUTIFUL GIRL

Daniel had been waiting expectantly for nearly half an hour in the hallway outside Dr. Parker’s office. He waited, but he waited needlessly because even as a physics student, he could read an MRI scan. Secretly, the film had been shown to him by a pretty nurse who had a hidden liking for him. Next to him was Victor, his college classmate, and the doctor’s son. There was no need to accompany him, but they were on holiday, and Victor had nothing better to do, anyway. They had been best friends since primary school.

Don’t be so pessimistic. Let’s see what Dad says first were Victor’s only words after the nurse showed them the film.

After that, they didn’t exchange another word because everything depended on Dr. Parker’s opinion. Their families had known each other for a long time, ever since they were children, and it seemed unfair and impossible to Daniel that a man in whose backyard he had spent his childhood should give him sad news.

After the patient ahead of them came out, the nurse beckoned them in. The eminent Dr. Parker was, by all accounts, the best in the country, but apparently that didn’t help Daniel much. The doctor had a frown on his face like the one Daniel remembered seeing once before, when on a New Year’s Eve many years ago Victor had a firecracker explode in his hand because in his excitement he had forgotten to throw it. Fortunately, the firecracker wound was superficial and healed in a few days.

From the frown and the discouraged look on the doctor’s face, Daniel realized that his illness was not going to go away on its own, not in a few days, and maybe never.

The doctor rubbed his forehead and eyes for a long time, then got up from his chair and walked over to the boys sitting on the bench in front of the desk.

He wrapped his arms around Daniel’s shoulders and said:

’Daniel dear, if I were talking to a stranger, I might have sidestepped the issue and tried to comfort him with encouraging words. But I’ve known you since you were a child; you practically grew up before my eyes, so I can’t afford to lie to you.

He held up the two MRI films so that Daniel could see them and showed him a dot on one of the images.

This is the tumor in your brain as it was a month ago. The size of a small peanut and located in an inoperable area. That’s why we prescribed the strongest cytostatics we know of. I know they’ve been causing you discomfort and terrible headaches, so we’re going to discontinue them today.

Why? Victor hastily asked. Didn’t they work?

The doctor shook his big gray head and showed them the second film.

On the contrary, the tumor has grown even bigger. As you can see here, it’s now the size of a walnut and it’s still growing.

He took the two films and placed them on the desk, then added:

I’ve been dealing with cases like this for decades, and to be honest, I’ve never come across a tumor with such a rapid progression. I don’t know what to tell you and how to proceed further, but we’ll definitely stop all medication, because it only causes you unnecessary suffering. The brain itself does not feel pain, and when we accuse our head of hurting, we are actually feeling the three membranes that form the meninges and protect it from outside influences. No, the brain doesn’t hurt and the pains you complained about before were caused by the medication itself. By the body’s reaction trying to defend itself in the way it was used to, only it was defending itself from medication and not disease.

He got up and went back to his desk, then in a muffled voice said:

You know they usually said in bad movies: ‘I have bad news and good news, so which do you want me to tell you first?’ Unfortunately, both pieces of news I can give you are bad. The worst of them is that if the growth rate of the tumor continues, you have at most three months to live.

There was a silence in the office where you could hear God counting the minutes. After a few long moments as Daniel tried to come to terms with the thought of death, he asked in a muffled voice:

And what would be the good news?

Wait, wait! Don’t get me wrong! I didn’t say it would be good news. I said it would be less bad news.

And what would that be? Daniel insisted.

The doctor put the films of the MRI results in a