Saturday, January 10, 2015

A Time To Love

   There was a sticky substance on the tombstone. The day was dark. There was no sound coming from anywhere. Perfect. She sat down above where he had been buried. She chanted quietly. Chanted their love song. She chanted their love song as tears rolled down her face. There, she folded over to have her forehead touch her knees. She cried. 
   The clouds were gray. There was no sound coming from anywhere. She was ready for anything. A light touch grazed her back. Her eyes opened wide before she could lift her head. There he was. He looked back at her smiling. He reached out for her. She reached for his hand and grasped it. The jittery feeling of disbelief filled her lungs. She couldn't say a word. A misty fog surrounded them as an instrumental played softly. He pulled her in close and they danced.     A lightening's roar was heard so loud that it shook the Earth. They danced. She was taken aback by what he was wearing. He wore the necklace she bought him 20 years ago for his birthday. She laid her head on his shoulder. They danced slowly. The roaring never stopped. Lightening flashed in the sky almost every second, making a strobe-like appearance. It shook the Earth a million times harder. Trees fell, buildings collapsed, no one screamed. She closed her eyes as they shared this forever secretive moment. His body looked imaginary as if he was a ghost. She could see right through him. The moment was excellent.
   The ground broke beneath them and she opened her eyes. What had happened could be disagreeable. A new feeling overwhelmed her body as she slowly stood up. A black cat went purring across her path. Something greasy was cold on the left side of her neck. Had she just been delirious this whole time? A corner of her heart was filled with happiness. Only a corner because her love for life had been scarce ever since he died. No one on the Earth could have known her misery.
   The clouds were foamy. There was no sound coming from anywhere. The world was calm. Her heart had been enchanted. She steadily walked back to her wretched life, with nothing but hope for tomorrow.

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