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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The Escape III – Sunrise

Old Photos 137

Contemporary Microfiction

Three days out from the Bahamas, they all ate breakfast on the deck, watching the sunrise. There had been a storm last night, and they were all awake anyway, so it seemed like the right thing to do. It was a celebration really, of having survived. As Robert looked around the makeshift table, he realized they were all survivors, each in different ways.

Chuck, who was the cook, had whipped up some western style omelets, after getting the kitchen back in order. And as they all sat down to eat, they hesitated, as if someone should pray. They looked at each other, smiled and dug in. Robert thought he had seen tears in some of their eyes. They all savored the omelets, and watched the sun come up over the horizon. It was as if the earth was being born all over again.

He thought about Chuck and the others. Chuck had been a chef in some of the finest restaurants in Miami, until the drugs got ahold of him. After spending more than a year in jail, he was anxious to start again. He needed this job to get his head together, and to be away from the city.

Belinda was the first mate and the best of them all, when it came to sailing. She was a strong woman and she worked almost constantly. Still, once in a while she would tear up, thinking about the broken relationship she was trying to get over. That’s all she ever said about it, and no one asked her more.

Jonathan and Elaine, had lost several fortunes, until they made it big in the cosmetics industry. Now their newest fight was Elaine’s battle with breast cancer. It looked like they were winning though, after the chemo and a double mastectomy. They were learning how to live all over again, thus the sailing trip. With only being in their sixties, they had a lot of living left to do.

Yes they were all survivors, fighting the good fight, and all of them were seeking a new beginning. Even the sunrise agreed. Somehow….. they all felt like they were in this fight, together.

 To be continued.

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

Dreamwalker

city storm

Contemporary Microfiction

It was the thunder that caught his attention that day. He was sitting on the 32nd floor, of the company’s office building in Manhattan, in a board meeting, watching the storm lashing at the ceiling to floor windows. But when the thunder shook the building it got everyone’s attention.

The CEO stopped his presentation, they all looked, momentarily concerned, and then they started the meeting again. The storm was only mildly interesting to them, a temporary interruption. James Dreamwalker thought about it differently though.

This storm was an affirmation. As he listened now to the company president, talk about the numbers, the strength of the company, the exploding market in Singapore, it all became background noise to the much more important event going on outside. He was having yet another vision. In the vision, he was dancing at an event, with his cousins, his feet were pounding, his heart beating with the drums, his body moving, as he felt the presence of the Creator. He continued to see in the vision, people moving, colors in a blur, and for some reason a horse. He was riding bareback, in a place with red rocks. It was all moving and spinning, but he could see the horse sweat. The horse was pounding away, flying over the ground at top speed. It took his breath away. holding on

The vision ended with his mother’s voice in what appeared to be a cave, with smoke. Was she in the afterlife? He could not see her, but there was a light, and she repeated what she had said, seconds before she died, “You were not made, to chase after money”. He stood up now, in the middle of the board meeting, and walked towards the ceiling to floor windows. With his face against the glass, he could hear the wind howling. It was saying to him, to get out of there, and to not come back. It all confirmed what he had been sensing for weeks. He was to go back to his people.

“Standing Bear”, he said out loud. The board members stopped talking, and turned to him. “James?” “What are you talking about?”, one of them asked. James, turned to the group of men, now realizing what he had said. He went with it anyway. “I need to talk to Joseph Standing Bear”, he said. “Excuse me”, he mumbled as he left the room.

As he left the group of men (there were no women) they mumbled about James’ mother passing away recently, and he was taking it badly. Then the president of the company began quoting numbers again, and the meeting recommenced, with the strength of the company in Hong Kong, and Taipei.

In the elevator, James Dreamwalker pushed the down button, realizing he wouldn’t be seeing this place again.

Note: To be continued tomorrow!

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  Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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Learning to Live Again

condo on the beach

Contemporary Microfiction

It was spring now, and he was still angry. How could God let this happen? It didn’t make any sense, and there was no good that could come out of it. The only thing that kept him from drowning himself in alcohol, was that she had been killed by a drunk driver. It had been three months now since the funeral, and the pain was too much, it was endless, and he thought he might die.

He pulled back the curtain from the living room window, and looked at the beach. From seven stories up, he could see for miles, and the horizon seemed to echo his thoughts about an eternity of pain. Then he noticed a couple walking parallel with the waves, along the beach, holding hands. He closed the curtain quickly.

People meant well, including his father, who had sent him here to get his head together. He needed to get out of town anyway, get some fresh air. No matter where he was though, he was miserable. He went to the grocery store that afternoon, hoping to lose himself in the routine. Should he go out to dinner tonight? And maybe later go to the Purple Haze Café? No that was out. He would cook up a vegetable omelet, without the mushrooms, and stay at the condo.

For the next two days he avoided the beach. He stared at the walls, and sometimes watched TV. He knew he was being stupid, but he needed time to think. How could he live without Susan? He tried the curtain in the living room again, and as he looked out, he had to admit it was beautiful.

Instead of fixing himself dinner that evening, he went down in the elevator, and out the condo door, to the sand and the waves. No wonder he had resisted coming out here. He hadn’t wanted comfort and peace, and here it was now staring him in the face. He started taking deep breaths. Why was it nature was like this? Offering what he didn’t have, and what he needed?

Instead of sitting down, he decided to walk, close to the waves. He took off his shoes, and couldn’t help but notice the freedom, of his own bare feet. He walked, thinking about how he could straighten himself out. Should he try yoga? Therapy? His father thought so. He hated the idea though of talking to a stranger, somebody who was qualified simply from a college degree. No, not that. He walked for miles, losing track of the time. He did actually pray some, well a little. All he said was, “You’ll have to help me with this one.” “This is too much to carry, way too much.” And that was it, that’s all he said.

As he walked back, towards the condo, for some reason he thought of going to church. His mother would love that! He had not been in years. Was there a Catholic church around here? He would find out. Tomorrow was Sunday after all. Maybe after the service he could talk to the priest. He could ask him….well he could ask him…..about forgiveness. He felt like he was digging himself out of a deep pit, but at least he was making the effort.

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Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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