It was
the best evening I had in a long time. We walked along the beaches under a star
lit sky with nothing showing us the way but a pale moon light. We shared the
laughter as we talked about the past. A slow walk not wanting it to end too
fast. There were smiles on both our faces. Not a care in the world. Nothing to
distract us. It was perfect. I found a quiet place with no one around. Taking
her hand I knelt to the ground. She looked in my eyes as I in hers while I sang
the words 'Earth angel, Earth angel, The one I adore' I pulled her close with
my arm around her waist 'Love you forever and ever more'. Gently I spun her
around, 'I'm just a fool'. As our eyes met 'A fool… in love with you'. We
closed our eyes as we kissed. A kiss we have both longed for. 5 years away from
her lips felt like an eternity. A tear rolled down my check. A tear of joy, a
tear of sorrow. A tear wishing there's no tomorrow.
I
opened my eyes to a feeling of Déjà-vu. It looked and felt exactly the same. 30
years ago on this very beach, maybe this very spot, I took her hand with our
friends and families a watch, I promised to love and cherish her for as long as
I live. We were married here. Her eyes had the same love as it did 40 years
ago. It hadn't lessened, it had grown. The warmth of her hand, the smile on her
face, I remembered the promise we made to stay together for now and forever. A
promise that to this day we never broke. We stood still with the moon light
upon us exactly like at our high school prom when we sneaked out to the roof to
have our dance under the moon.
I took
her by the hand, we continued our walk. She lay her head on my shoulder as we
began to talk. Walking alone the open silent road filling the air with the
sounds of our laugh. Just her and me. We were lost in our little bubble for all
the world to see. But our walk was cut short as we stopped at a metal gate. I
felt her hand on my check, turning my face to hers. I looked at her, she smiled
at me. Knowing what was coming next I tried to look away. She kissed me on the
cheek and whispered goodbye. Our journey had ended but I wanted her to stay. I
felt her hand leave mine as she walked up to the gate. Looking back I heard her
say 'Thank you for a beautiful life'. But before I could say anything I felt a
hand on my shoulder and a voice from behind 'I knew you'd be here tonight Mr.
Patrick but now it's time to go home'. I looked back and she was gone. I got in
the van with two men waiting. One of them said '5th time in a row?' as they put
my straitjacket on. I looked at him and with a smile I replied 'It's our
anniversary'. As the van drove down the road, I looked out the window and said
'Thank you' as the cemetery went out of view.
This story highlights some of the most potent emotions felt by mankind, including love, loss, and despair. One of the first things it brought me to was the story of Pixar's "Up", although the ending of course fives this story its own life. Some suggestions I'd make if you were looking to make modifications may be to add some sensory descriptions -- how did the sand feel, what did her perfume smell like, etc. Small details like these in moderation could serve to provide more texture. The story leaves me with one question, however, and that is why would the protagonist need to be straitjacketed? Visiting a grave seems like a natural behavior to me. Other than this point, the prose has a very important story to tell about love and identity lost.
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11 Years Ago
Thank you so much for your review and "Up" was actually one of my inspirations for this story. I had.. read moreThank you so much for your review and "Up" was actually one of my inspirations for this story. I had written the story a few hours after watching it on TV. This being my first attempt at writing I didn't want to make it too complicated. The details you suggested are wonderful and would definitely add a beautiful touch so thank you again. As for the "straitjacket" the man in the story is a mental patient who hasn't moved on since the death of his wife and continues to see her.
This story highlights some of the most potent emotions felt by mankind, including love, loss, and despair. One of the first things it brought me to was the story of Pixar's "Up", although the ending of course fives this story its own life. Some suggestions I'd make if you were looking to make modifications may be to add some sensory descriptions -- how did the sand feel, what did her perfume smell like, etc. Small details like these in moderation could serve to provide more texture. The story leaves me with one question, however, and that is why would the protagonist need to be straitjacketed? Visiting a grave seems like a natural behavior to me. Other than this point, the prose has a very important story to tell about love and identity lost.
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Years Ago
Thank you so much for your review and "Up" was actually one of my inspirations for this story. I had.. read moreThank you so much for your review and "Up" was actually one of my inspirations for this story. I had written the story a few hours after watching it on TV. This being my first attempt at writing I didn't want to make it too complicated. The details you suggested are wonderful and would definitely add a beautiful touch so thank you again. As for the "straitjacket" the man in the story is a mental patient who hasn't moved on since the death of his wife and continues to see her.
such a sweet and beautifully written story. It brought tears to my eyes and the sentiment was wonderful. I also love the little twist in it as well. a bittersweet piece
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11 Years Ago
First of all I'm so sorry for my late reply and thank you so much for the lovely review.
11 Years Ago
It is ok no need to apologize and you are very welcome for the review