How was it possible that she ended up here? She was so careful, followed the rules and took no risks whatsoever. But here she was nevertheless, stuck on this cot looking through the cold steel bars of justice.
When had she stopped following her own instincts? her own morals? the rules her family taught her, which she had chosen to embrace as her own? When had she stopped being her own woman and become the backup player of someone else’s life?
She understood it and yet she understood none of it. She understood that it was her desire for Ben to love her wholly and completely that had driven her to accept so many things about Ben that her friends couldn’t understand and that she knew her parents wouldn’t approve of. It wasn’t as if the only difference between his life and her own was his lack of religious upbringing. Her parents wouldn’t mind too much about that, it was the choices that he made day-to-day, the choices that she stood by and watched, or worse yet, participated in. Like the choice they’d made earlier that day, the choice that landed her here in this cell on this old, urine-stained cot and Ben in the morgue. Continue reading
She carefully opened the door, not sure what to expect. It had been a while since she has visited. Nothing was the way she remembered and when her eyes finally got adjusted to the dark, what she saw made her shiver… it was him, it was Nathan, the one who got away, the first one there ever was and the first one there would ever be. Nathan Webb, her first love standing there in the doorway 18 years after they had last seen one another. Two lifetimes standing in the gap resting there between them and yet it was still there, that tugging of the heart strings, the vibration of two hundred butterfly wings flapping through their stomachs making each of them feel alive with wonder, excitement, fear, lust and longing. They looked quietly at one another for a moment as they spoke deeply to one another’s soul though they spoke with no words at all. Their eyes said everything that needed to be said. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I will always love you. And now the time had come, the time that was always meant to be, it is their time, and so they step toward one another and as their chests kiss in the warm embrace he whispers to her, “Finally.”
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The above short story was inspired by Author S B Mazing’s blog event Finish It, which is a Blogging201 assignment we’re asked to do to further expand our experiences and our community networks. Join her party to experiment with a story prompt and give your fingers a shot at short story telling… every Wednesday she’ll provide a new prompt!
Also, if you’re in Blogging201, please consider hopping on over to my assignment event and give your hand a whirl at poetry (you’ve got ten days to work it out!), come on, you can do it! The theme is there all you gotta do is figure out what you want it to say and, well, say it! I will do this the middle of every month, the poetic theme will change each time. On twitter watch for #memeespoetryparties Thanks for reading!