The knocking woke her from a hazy dream about summer fun… turquoise waves and soft warm sand and being held in loving arms…
Oh, it wasn’t the door—a torrentialhail storm had begun. When she peeked out the window, she spied clumps of ice littering the garden. Her poor tomato plants huddled together in a sad droopy mess. At least they had each other, she thought.
As she put water in the kettle, she knew it would be a challenge to forget the fantasy of him and get on with a new life. She couldn’t control her dreams, but she was in charge of her waking hours. She remembered reading that completing small, mundane tasks would help the healing process and get things back on track. She vowed to start today.
First on the list was cleaning the freezer and disposing of his body. It was time.
I thought she was my whole world, but I was wrong. She was my universe, and when she left, she took it all with her. Stars, planets, moons, rainbows… they’ve disappeared. I watched her depart with everything as if it meant nothing. She held it all as lightly as balloons on a string, with her blue summer dress floating around her pale skin like a cloud. I sit in the dark now, cloaked with the heaviness of loss, and people come and go with endless casseroles. I don’t speak for fear of blurting out my secret; it grows relentlessly larger and will soon consume me. On that day I shall emerge from this cave and join her, and we will share the universe again.
The dream of utopiabeckoned to me and I succumbed to its shining promise. I walked into the morning mist as music filled the stillness. An amazingfuture unfolded when your words painted a picture of forever bliss. And then the scene ended, they broke down the set, and I handed ‘round the coffees.
Our love began in the winter, when snow frosted the trees. We pretended the table was a ship on high seas. Spring celebrated our hearts with sweet blooms all around, and we laughed as we picnicked on the grassy green ground. In midsummer I was forced to spend time away, yet you swore that you loved me more every day. Now it’s gone autumn and the air holds a chill, but I’m here at our place; I wait for you still. I know you can’t see me, but I can see you, in the arms of another, your promise untrue.
One fall night a year, the forest fills with creeping fog. Hidden are the cats and silent go the dogs. Strange creatures venture forth to cavort among the trees, and we’re told to keep away from these eerie mysteries. Foxes, rabbits, deer, and owls know to stay close to ground while these odd forms swirl around. Tonight my curiosity compels me to take a peek, just for a minute… I’ll be brief…