The Last People on Earth III – Anticipation

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After chatting on line for two days, they decided to meet in Boston. He wasn’t sure why Boston, other than she really wanted to see it. He was like a teenager again (he was only 30). He hadn’t been this nervous since his first date with Jenny Martinez, when he was 16. It wasn’t truly a date, but he called it that. He took Jenny to McDonald’s, and a movie, at the cheap theater. What else can you do at 16? Was it Star Wars?

He was nervous, and Miriam must have read his mind, because she said on the chat line, “I’m so nervous, what if you don’t like me??” So he said, “I know, me too”. He was hoping it would put her at ease. He started packing his suitcase, and decided to take his best clothing. When they met, he wanted to be wearing a suit and tie, to give the best possible impression.

As he was packing, a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. What car should he take? The Lamborghini or the Corvette? No, better stick with the Mercedes! It would make a much better impression. He wanted her to realize he was a stable, responsible person.

A thought struck him in the head, like a piece of wood, and he sat down on edge of the bed. Would they get married?? How could they have a ceremony without a minister? What kind of church? Then he realized none of this mattered anymore. They should just be married outside, promising to love each other, in front of God, and everybody…..…..Well in front of God then. “Oh no!” he yelled out loud, standing up, the thought came to him, that he would have to deliver his own children! “Oh!” He put his hand to his head, realizing he was giving himself a headache. Where was the Tylenol?

He didn’t sleep well that night and was on the road early the next morning, before the sun was up. It was an eerie feeling, being the only car anywhere. Instinctively he turned on the radio, until he realized there was no radio, only static. He put on a CD instead, from Lindsey Stirling.

He started thinking about Miriam. When she wrote, she used some words in French, which was normal because she was Canadian. But it almost seemed like she had an accent from somewhere else. He thought it was beautiful, but there was something more there. Was she from another country besides Canada? She also didn’t want to call him Jerry, like everyone else used to. She wanted to call him by his full name, Jeremiah. He thought that was unusual.

After an overnight in New Jersey, he quickly drove around New York City, through Connecticut, and into Massachusetts. He was getting nervous again, and told God, “If this doesn’t work out – I’m done!” “I’m serious too, I can’t take the loneliness anymore”. And he meant it.

 

To be continued.

Note: I have been posting fiction primarily on the weekend, but I am enjoying this series alot. So I will be posting a segment of it for the next three nights (EST). Thanks for reading!

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

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The Last Man on Planet Earth II – Searching

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He needed to find someone, anyone. It was the same everywhere, piles of clothes without bodies, and nothing but silence. One day he found a car with the keys in it, and drove for hours. There were no cars, and no trucks on the road, no one walking, no one hiding, they had all disappeared.

Fortunately, the electricity was still on, which meant he could pump gas. All he needed were credit cards, and the piles of clothes had plenty of them. He didn’t like doing it, but he carefully removed wallets, and decided to make searching his job. The credit cards were tools really, to help him find someone else.

He managed to find an empty house, which was for sale. It became his base of operations. The strange thing was he felt no need to defend himself. He wasn’t concerned about stocking up on guns, and he even left the door unlocked at night. He was desperate to talk to someone, and he was half hoping someone would break in, uninvited.

Day after day, week after week, he drove, widening his search each day. He realized it was a fruitless attempt, a crazy attempt, to find someone. He began searching the internet instead, with a computer he had picked up from an electronics store. He spent time in chat rooms, talk groups, Facebook, anything he could think of. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

Another strange thing was that he began praying, he had never done that before. He learned really, to talk out loud, as if someone was there. Maybe there was. It couldn’t hurt, that was for sure.

The only thing good about being alone, was that he could drive whatever car he wanted. He simply went to a dealer, picked one out and found the keys. He began driving a silver Mercedes. New cars were the only thing good though, and the silence outside began to wear on him. He was concerned about going insane.

Five weeks after leaving the cave he was in a routine of searching the internet, driving, and a new project of collecting can goods. He knew he would need several years of food before he could start growing anything on his own. He stored the cans in a U-Haul truck he parked in the back yard.

By week eight, he was depressed, and hardly left the house. Until one day, when he began checking chat rooms for the hundredth time. As he opened one of them up, there was a message he had not seen before. What???? It read………. “Is anybody out there??”

He looked at the calendar, and the time on the desk, and then back at the message. It had been sent, just fifteen minutes ago! He quickly typed, “Yes!! Yes!!” “I’m here!!!” Tears streamed down his face as he once again connected, to a human being. They chatted for hours, non-stop. She lived in Toronto, and her name was Miriam. “Thank God”, he said. “She’s a woman……..”

 

To be continued.

 

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Escape XV – Dinner on the Beach

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He wasn’t holding back anymore, and he took her hand. She smiled with a relieved look on her face. They didn’t say anything, there was no need to. They simply stared into each other’s eyes, looked at the candles on the table, and the sun going down on the water.

He was thinking that this was a softer Belinda than he was used to seeing. He was used to seeing the expert sailor, lifting the sails, and handling a 9mm pistol, fighting pirates. She was always beautiful, but this softness, this tenderness, was something wonderfully different. Tonight she was wearing a white dress, which was gorgeous against her tanned skin. He wondered what brought this out of her. Was it intentional? Or was it just the feelings she had for him?

She was thinking that this man was incredibly handsome, and his new confidence made him even more attractive. She loved the light blue shirt he was wearing. Maybe confidence wasn’t the right word, but he was….. letting go. The weight on his shoulders, the ghosts, the anger and grief, were gone. Even his outburst earlier was a type of victory. He said what he felt, and it came from deep down.

He was remembering Belinda’s text earlier in the day. It read, “Robert – I’m sorry – can we have dinner on the beach tonight?” Something told him, he needed to make sure that he responded in a positive way. He texted, “Yes, Sorry about earlier, you were right”. He was hoping she would smile, when she read it.

Belinda had never seen Robert drink any alcohol, due to his wife’s history, but tonight he ordered a small bottle of red wine to go with the steaks they were having. He said normally he didn’t drink but tonight, was a “special occasion”. She noticed later he had only taken a few sips. It was a wonderful meal, and eventually they started talking about the Escape, Jonathan and Elaine, and what might happen in the future. Neither one of them thought the yacht should be repaired, which meant they would both be out of a job.

After dinner they walked down to the marina to look at the Escape. They stood gawking at it, only half believing they had lived on such a mangled vessel. Robert noticed her hair reflecting the lights of the marina.

As they looked at each other, he drew her in close, and kissed her. They kissed each other. This kiss was different than their first. Their first kiss had been tentative, but this kiss was an intentional lighting of a wonderful fire. It was joyful, and rapturous. His lips found their way down to her neck, as their emotions flowed.

What else happened, or didn’t happen, that night is not to be written about here, but they were never the same. Two hearts became one, and they were wonderfully alive. It was Robert that first had the idea………maybe they should get married……

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Escape XI – Recovery

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“Robert…… you need to let go of the wheel”. It was Belinda checking on him again. “Who’s in charge of this crew anyway?”, she asked. It had been three hours since the attack, and he was still standing there. He turned to look at her, getting her loose strands of hair in his face again. They both smiled, and he realized he was trying too hard to be a hero. He shook his head yes, and let her have what was left of the helm. He liked it when they were close together.

In fact, it seemed right, it seemed natural, for the two of them to be on deck, especially at the helm. He asked her again, “Any leaks?” She said no with a sigh. “I’ve checked three times, there are no holes below the waterline”. “Relax Robert”. She was right, so he went below deck, to see how Jonathan and Elaine were doing.

He found Jonathan in the chart room, pouring over maps and charts, with Elaine sitting nearby, drinking a cup of tea. It smelled like chamomile. They both said “Robert!” at the same time. Jonathan said, “Thank you Robert for saving our lives!” Robert cut him short though, not wanting the praise. He responded with, “Just doing my job….”

“How did you know they were baiting us?”, Jonathan wondered out loud. Robert explained that the fire on the pirate boat was not spreading. “The smoke stayed in one spot, like a barbeque.” “In fact that’s probably what they used”. “There’s only one reason, you would do that, and then call for help.” Jonathan and Elaine both shook their heads yes, understanding completely. Elaine asked if he was sure the pirates couldn’t catch the Escape. “Not a chance”, he said. “They have an ancient, wooden boat, that is too heavy”. He added that there was nothing on the radar, except some rain that would be here soon.

Later, Robert went on deck, and sat next to Belinda. He told her about the coming rain, and they both watched the clouds building. “No thunderstorms though……just beautiful rain” he added. He knew he was going to do it, but he was working up the courage. It was the right thing to do, as they watched the setting sun bounce off the rain clouds, in a million wonderful directions. They felt a few drops and he got their rain gear out.

“We’ve been through a lot today….” she said, seemingly almost asleep, or maybe in a dream. Now, he thought. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, her hair was being tossed in the wind. She wasn’t surprised, she had been wondering when, and why he was taking so long to make a move. He went for her lips, but gently. It was a kiss that said, “Yes we’ve been through a lot, but I think I’m falling in love with you”.

 

 

To be continued.

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Blessings and peace to everyone.

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

The Escape IX – Danger

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Contemporary Microfiction

His wife Rachel, never liked the water, in fact she was scared of it. Robert was thinking about his wife Rachel, as he and Belinda prepared the Escape for sailing. Just before daylight the harbor was mostly quiet, with only a few people stirring in their boats.  The two crew members barely spoke, too tired to say much. They each forced a smile, and a quiet, “Good Morning”. As Belinda lifted the anchor, Robert started the diesel, and guided the yacht peacefully past the Tall Ships.

Robert was mostly reflecting on his life since his wife’s death, and how guilty he felt. He was lost in his thoughts, no wonder he couldn’t sleep last night. The truth was, he had given up his career in the Navy, for Rachel, and lived six years in the corporate world. Now though, he was living a dream, and was having the time of his life. Rachel was gone, and yet he was thrilled about living on the open sea. He felt awful about it. Yesterday with Belinda, was the icing on the cake. They had shared so much together looking at the ships.

They were just good friends (in his mind), but he wondered how long it would stay that way, or could stay that way. Belinda started untying the sails, and he offered to switch. He knew as soon as he said it, that it was a male instinct response, trying to protect her, and help her, but she was grateful, and said yes.

Once they were at full sail, they took turns at the helm, while the other slept under the canopy, in the stern of the yacht. After Jonathan and Elaine were up, they both took turns at the helm, seeing their crew exhausted. Jonathan wondered about the two, Robert and Belinda, and if they were a couple. Elaine just smiled, thinking they were cute. She did think it was too soon for Robert though.

Five days out from Nassau, Robert was amazed at how much he knew about Belinda now, including the heartbreak with her boyfriend. Not only did the boyfriend secretly have other women, but he slowly stole more than $10,000 from her. She was devastated and took off, eventually landing on the Escape, after a stint on a cruise ship.

Belinda, on the other hand, not only knew more about Robert, she was fascinated by him, and his entire life. She commended him time and again, for hanging in there and being faithful to his wife, in spite of the alcoholism. She had an admiration for him that she did not have before, and she loved his quiet strength.

They talked about everything during their times together on the deck, including rock music, food, family, and of course the ocean. Dolphins were regular visitors, and they took them as a good sign, most sailors did. Robert felt scared though, of how he was beginning to feel, about this beautiful sailing companion. Was she more than a friend now?

It was Jonathan that first saw the smoke. The black smoke on the horizon, had a menacing look. At about the same time they heard a mayday, scratchy and filled with static, on the marine radio, but the call for help was unmistakable. “Mayday! Mayday!”

Robert was at the helm, and headed the Escape towards the fire, still miles away. It wasn’t until they were closer that he became suspicious. At about ¾ mile away, he knew, and took the Escape hard to the starboard side. Jonathan yelled, “What are you doing??”

Robert yelled, “The only thing that will save us is speed!” “I think we’re faster, and we might make it to the northern coast of Haiti!” Belinda instantly knew what he meant, and went below to find some weapons.

 

To be continued.

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Blessings and peace to everyone.

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

The Escape VIII – Nassau

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Contemporary Microfiction

As the Escape zeroed in on the harbor of Nassau, Robert was tying down the sails, while Belinda guided the yacht from the helm. They were both surprised before they pulled in to the beautiful bay. From miles away they could already see the unmistakable masts of several tall ships. They were as excited as two children in a candy store, pointing, smiling, and saying, “Look at that!”

Once in the bay, they slowly glided by each massive sailing ship. They were awestruck. They saw flags from Nova Scotia, Spain, Portugal, and France. It was Belinda and Robert working the Escape now, while Chuck stayed below deck. He didn’t come up very often, and when he did, he didn’t say anything. Robert thought he had never known a man that could sulk so much. Belinda did try to talk to Chuck, like she said she would, but it didn’t help much.

Once they tied their ropes to a pier, Belinda and Robert talked about their plans, and which ships to visit first. Suddenly, Chuck hurried past them, without saying a word, wearing a shirt and tie, and carrying all his gear! What was that all about? Belinda and Robert looked at each other, and said at the same time, “What is wrong with that guy???” They burst out laughing.

They hurried to the Portuguese brigantine first because it was the largest. Along the way they found there was a tall ship festival for the next three days. It was going to be very crowded. Once on board, Belinda started speaking in perfect Portuguese! “Are you kidding me?” “You know Portuguese?”, he asked her. Belinda just smiled.

They had a great time, touring each ship, talking to the crew about sailing, the sails, the rigging, the speed, “Did they have diesel engines?”, and anything else they could think of. The two of them were inseparable. Robert saw the two of them hanging out, as being best buddies. For Belinda it was more, much more. She kept staring at him, telling herself not to fall in love with him, but she was already madly in love.

Belinda got a phone call from Elaine, and they arranged where to meet up. Jonathan and Elaine had a pick-up, loaded with supplies for the Escape, and they would need help, unloading. They all loaded the Escape, and filled her to the brim, with new provisions. Belinda was already calculating how the yacht would react in the water, with the extra weight.

After they had a quick dinner on the deck, Jonathan shared with everyone, that Chuck would not be returning. Chuck had taken a job in town, at one of the hotels, as a chef. No one said anything else, and there was no need to. The plan was to leave again, at dawn tomorrow, and for the islands further south. They would have to take turns cooking. Robert couldn’t help notice how relaxed, and how in love, Jonathan and Elaine looked. In fact they were glowing.

They all slept onboard that night, well at least Jonathan and Elaine did, in the master bedroom. Both Belinda and Robert had trouble sleeping, and were awake in their bunks, most of the night. Belinda was wondering how long she would have to wait, to tell Robert how she felt. Six months? Did it have to be that long???

To be continued.

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Blessings and peace to everyone.

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

The Escape V – Solitude

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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.

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Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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