Chapter One: WaterboundA Chapter by ReaperChapter One: “How long have you known?” The man bites his lower lip. “That you were like this?” The woman says as she approaches him from behind. “Yeah.” “Part of me always knew, but there was nothing I could do to know for sure.” “How did you kind of know?” “No clue.” “Do you know why I’m why I’m like this?” “No sorry.” “Okay.” He coughs, surprised by his own noise, “now what?” A tear hits her eye, “I don’t know, I don’t want you to go. I need you.” “I need you too. But I think it’s my time.” “Please don’t leave. We have only just started to be together in whatever this is.” “I wish it was that easy.” ~…~ I grip the glass bottle with my hand, its smooth. I love this beer. Its root beer though. . The smooth liquid travels down my mushy throat and piles in my empty of contents stomach. My rough hands slight move down the outline of my face. The stress of the whole life I lived is added up and reaching the limit. I love you ghost of mine. You live in my fantasy. You are the only one there. You tell me about our children. You are proud of them. You love them. You love me. You talk about how hard it is to be a mother and a part time basketball coach. You sit there in our house and think about how we fell into love. You enjoy the memory when our bodies met. You hate my taste in food, college football and the way I laugh at your non funny jokes. You love and hate our small talk but still in the end, it makes you smile even though the tears never stop. You make your own kingdom where I will one day be there forever, but till then, just watch me burn the world I live in. That fantasy courses through my mind every time I’m over her grave. I look at the rose inscribed on cold granite grave. Her story ends at the bottom of a lake. The traffic light is turned to red and the street light illuminates a car that sinks into the deep. The car is a black mustang stained with dirt from the weeks with no washing now cleaner but useless now that the car is nearing the bottom. I crawled from the side of the road with the shard glass from my window in my hands and chest. I escape the back seat but I couldn’t get to the trunk. The reality of what happened strikes as I looked down into the lake only seeing the taillights. The outline of the trunk is seen. Her body crushed inside to fit the not so roomy area. I feel the keys in my jacket pocket. I dive into the icy water and gripping the keys. I swim with all my power. I reach the car but it is still sinking. I jam the key into the hole and turn. The trunk swings up and I grab her. I pull her body up, running out of air myself. I get her to the shore. I try and try to get her to breath but she remains lifeless. Things don’t change
But that was many years ago. They are only haunting memory. And the feeling that I lost my Rose. © 2012 ReaperFeatured Review
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10 Reviews Added on April 4, 2012 Last Updated on April 9, 2012 AuthorReaperIn Wonderland with Alice, ARAboutI may not write as much but any void I need to fill is full with love of my wonderful wife. more..Writing
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