The Escape V – Solitude

Maine and More 144

Contemporary Microfiction

He stood up, pushed aside the grief, and started walking. Was it wrong not to grieve? The wet sand beneath his feet seemed to wake him up. He did not want to stop loving her, but it was time to start again. He walked with determination, realizing he needed this beach today. He was pressing in, and pressing on.

He walked for hours, or what seemed like hours, and headed to the point of where the cove met the ocean. He did realize two things on the way there. First he needed help, outside of himself. This was simply too big to meet on his own. He was never a praying man, so he simply said, “God you know what I’m facing, and have faced…..so please help.” That was it, and he said it out loud.

Just after that, he stopped dead in his tracks. The thought came to him as he looked up at the sky, that he felt guilty. The weight of it came crashing in on him. He was alive and she wasn’t, but there was more. He started walking again, until he reached a large group of rocks at the entrance to the cove. He loved the ocean. There was a definite presence there as he watched the horizon, and then the waves.

What could he have done differently? Was there something he could have said, or should have said? Somehow he was blaming himself. He sat down on the rocks with his face in his hands. With his eyes closed, he saw Rachel’s face, and she was smiling at him with a look of tremendous peace. She did not say anything, and then she was gone. He looked up, but she was not there, only the rocks, and the waves.

He was still. The weight began to lift, and he thought maybe Rachel was trying to tell him something. Maybe she was saying that she was alright, and that he would be alright. The longer he sat there, the more he felt something inside. Was it hope? Faith? Confidence? He wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it brought peace.

As he made his way back to the boat, he looked at his watch and found that he had been gone for three hours. As he got closer to the inflatable, he heard yelling, like…..arguing. Sound traveled far across calm water, and he began recognizing the voices…..it was Chuck, and Belinda!

He began running, found the boat, pushed it into the water, and cranked the motor, all within a few seconds. Yep, there was no doubt about it now, Chuck really liked Belinda…….a lot!

 

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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