Today Pegman took us to Abaco, Bahamas. Thanks, Karen and Josh for transporting us to such a beautiful place.
She will say there’s no specific reason
why she returns year after year after year.
But you know she just can’t admit there’s no letting go.
Truth be told, you can tell she welcomes the pain of seeing that chair, their chair,
where they sat each and every night.
He’s been gone for ten years, four days and an hour.
And, honestly, they hadn’t been together that long.
A week? Two?
You watched her fall in love.
And she fell so hard.
Even you had a difficult time resisting his blue eyes,
the wisps of blond hair that seemed to float up toward the ceiling,
his melt-your-heart smile.
And those dimples.
Oh, those dimples.
But from the beginning, you knew there was something wrong.
Something off-kilter.
His lack of focus.
The way he cried.
You want to tell her it’s the way of things.
Babies die.
Instead, you walk away.
This is just lovely.
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Thanks, Josh.
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Oh this is wrenching. It took my breath away. Masterfully done!
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Thanks so much. Somehow this gorgeous room seems a bit cold to me. Therefore, a sad story.
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Oh, Alicia… Bloody hell. This was absolutely beautifully done. And for one with no children, you sure captured what it is like to lose a child.
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What a lovely comment. Thank you, Dale. (Especially after your “evening with boys!” I wondered how you got around to being so early with Pegman.)
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Well I know what it feels like and you nailed it.
Yeah. Party on, Dude!
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That makes me sad.
Funny you should say that. NPR was talking about The Big Lebowski this morning!
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You took my breath away with your story, Alicia. Beautiful and so sad.
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Thank you, Penny.
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Dear Lish,
There’s just no ‘getting over’ some things. Beautifully written. This one goes deep.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. I guess the closest I’ve come to this was losing my parents. I still wake up thinking about them at odd hours of the night and day. Cheers!
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ulgh – gut wrenching ending….
but so well done how you led up to that…
and sniff – so sad.
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Thank you for such a lovely comment. Alicia
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🙂
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Such a wonderfully told tale, Lish, the sadness at the end is almost overpowering. Brilliantly written. You never cease to disappoint me with your storytelling and emotional range.
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And, you, Kelvin are a very kind man. Thanks for making my day.
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kaykuala
You want to tell her it’s the way of things.
Babies die.
Instead, you walk away.
Sometimes one has to make certain decisions which are difficult to explain why!
Hank
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So true, kaykuala. Thanks.
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Ooh, real kicker at the end. I went from “holiday romance” to “tragedy” in a heartbeat.
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So glad you stopped by to read, Ali. Thank you.
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Oh, you clever thing! That was a real shocker, a heart breaker. You made my chest hurt at the end – not a holiday romance gone wrong but a baby dying and how could she not mourn that loss. Beautiful, not a word out of place and absolutely devastating
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You are too kind. Thank you, Lynn
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My pleasure Lish
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Beautifully done. You sent me on one path, only for me to arrive somewhere completely different. I should have realised with the blond wisps. Heart breakingly sad.
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Thanks for stopping by. I always like to “see” you. Alicia
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Touching heart strings with every word in this tale, Alicia.
You do emotive writting so very well. I love your insight into the things you write.
This one is a 5 star winner for every word written.
Sentimental ….
Isadora 😎
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Oh, Isadora! What a lovely thing to say. Thank you!
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