The Escape XV – Dinner on the Beach

Oceans 795

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 XIV – Love in Costa del Sol

Oceans 273

He needed the waves. He was falling asleep again, stretched out on a lounge chair. He had come out to the beach early, to feel the rhythm, and to be at peace. From time to time he drifted off, floating to another world. It was Belinda that filled his dreams. Sometimes they were walking on the beach, holding hands, in other dreams……well they were physical…..and going beyond just a kiss. He was in love and he knew it.

He thought he could hear her voice. Was she calling him? “Robert are you awake?” “Robert??” He was coming out of it now, “What?” He opened his eyes, just in time to move over, as she sat on the end of his lounge chair.

“Robert why are you avoiding me?” “What?” He hadn’t told her yet, and he needed to. He noticed her hair swept to one side, and down the front. It was his favorite way of her wearing her hair, and she knew it. She continued, “We’ve been here almost 3 weeks and you haven’t said more than two words to me!!” “What are you doing playing with my emotions like that!!” She was getting upset now. She was right in a way, but he felt anger rising too. Who did she think she was anyway, judging him like that? She stood up because she was crying now. “I thought you loved me!”

He noticed her pink halter top and blue shorts. “Can you sit down Belinda?” “People walking by are beginning to stare.” She sat down, wiping her tears. He wanted to tell her… he did…. but he didn’t know how. She started up again, “I know you need to get your head together, because your wife died, but how long are you going to walk around with her ghost in your head?!!” She shouldn’t have said that, and she was raising her voice again.

He had had enough of this talk. He sat up and looked her square in the face. “Yes I love you, but I have not been with a women for years.” He was the one yelling now. “Loving you scares me the daylights out of me!!” Her heart sank, realizing she may have blown it completely. “Robert…..you were married…..” He cut her off – “No Belinda, we were not a couple…..after the first couple of years….we were not a couple….. I was the caregiver of a very sick person…..”

He stood up to finish his sermon, “And another thing (he was still yelling as people watched) if we get together, and it’s over in a week – or a month – what good is that??!!” He turned to walk away, realizing it was probably a mistake, but he was too angry to continue. He stomped down the beach, not even noticing the bikinis. He mumbled to himself, “Why are women so complicated?”

Belinda fell back in the lounge chair. She felt awful in one way, but one thing was for sure, even though it didn’t go according to plan – the fact was, he said it. He did love her. She couldn’t help smiling. He loved her, and that was for certain. Why were men so complicated?

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Escape XII – Help from Above

Mountains and Rivers 213

Microfiction

They tried reaching the Haitian authorities for most of the night. There was no answer. Was there something wrong with their radio? Were they out of range? They couldn’t tell. Jonathan even tried using the satellite phone. Nothing.

A little after 3:00 am the rain stopped, and so did the wind. Belinda had no choice, but to start up the diesel. She kept it on a low speed, because they were running low on fuel. She and Robert took turns at the helm, or what was left of it. Elaine tried to sleep below deck, but kept waking up with nightmares. They heard her scream in her sleep several times, and Jonathan ran to her side. When he wasn’t next to his wife, Jonathan was working on the communications, or trying to.

At about 4:30 am, they noticed a vessel on the radar, moving quickly, from the exact direction of the attack. Was it the pirates? Usually fishing vessels traveled in groups, and it looked to be about the same size as the pirate vessel. They weren’t sure, but they were all awake now, and they all shared the same worried look on their faces.

At 5:15 am, Jonathan remembered the number to call, to reach a friend in the Dominican Republic. Col. Jorge Rodriguez. The Rodriguez family had been Jonathan’s friends since college, and owned a resort on the northern coast of the Dominican Republic, called Costa del Sol. The phone rang repeatedly, and Jonathan was losing patience. “C’mon!” “Pick up the phone.” He said. Then suddenly it was “Jorge!” The two talked in Spanish, while Jonathan explained what had happened. Col. Rodriguez promised he would get them some help. He wasn’t sure what kind of help yet, but promised that it would be quick. Several governments had been looking for the pirates, for months. Their favorite method, was to bait tourists and travelers with a distress call, and then attack.

At 6:05 am, the sun was coming up, and they noticed the vessel was following them. It was less than 25 miles away, and closing in. It was Elaine that first heard the jets. Two F-18 fighters came down out of the sky, with a roar. Would they attack?? No, they flew over, within 500 ft. of the surface, pulling back on their throttles so that everyone on the Escape would know, they were on their side. The jet thunder was deafening, and as they flew over, the four people on the Escape held their ears, then whooped and hollered for joy! “Yes!”, Jonathan yelled – “Go get em’ guys!”

What he did not know was that one of the pilots was Lt. Cmdr. Jacqueline Lopez. Her sidekick, in the other F-18 was Lt. James Jacoby. Their friends called them JLo and JJ. JLo was one of the best fighter pilots in the Atlantic.

When they got close (several miles away) to the pirate vessel, they could plainly see on their infrared camera, a swivel mounted, twin barreled machine gun, mounted in the bow. The plan was to come in low, and hit them with air to surface rockets. At one mile out they heard the enemy machine gun spring into action. “Break off!!”, It was JLo giving the command, and the jets split off to the left and right, pulling upward. “I’m going to enjoy frying these idiots”, JJ announced over the radio. “Not if I get them first!! And remember our bet!!” JLo was serious too. She wanted that expensive dinner out and he was going to be buying!

 

 

To be continued.

 

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Blessings to everyone.

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

The Escape X – Gunfire

Ships 145

“Pirates??” Jonathan’s face was covered with disbelief. “Yes, they…..” Robert was about to explain when gunfire from the other vessel erupted. “Get down!!” “Get down everyone, get down!!” He heard himself yelling. Belinda cursed below deck, while Jonathan threw Elaine down gently, and covered her with his own body. A firestorm of bullets pounded the Escape. Robert had just time enough to switch on the diesel, as he fell to take cover at the helm.

He had no choice but to take evasive action, and as he reached for the wheel, pieces of it were broken off by the impact of the 50 caliber shells. “M2 Browning”, he thought to himself, probably twin barrel. He turned what was left of the helm, to the left and then the right, and back to the left, alternating, throwing everything on board the Escape, from one side to the other.

He looked at the back of the yacht and noticed everything was shredded, including the canopy, deck furniture, and pieces of cushions were floating in the water. He continued the back and forth with the helm which caused the sails to swing wildly. It worked. As more blasts from the M2 Browning went off they mostly missed, sometimes just nicking the back of the Escape.

He heard Elaine praying over the horrible sound of the machine gun, “Please God…….I’ve come too far…..please help us!.” Was that Jonathan crying, scared of losing his wife? Belinda cursed again as he turned the piece of helm hard to the port side. He took the diesel up to ½ power, causing the Escape to lean to the right. “Hold on Jonathan!”, he yelled. The danger now was capsizing from being under full sail, and using the diesel, which was normally used only during times of no wind.

Belinda stumbled up the steps and yelled, “Here!”, throwing him a 9mm pistol. He made sure the safety was on and tucked it in his belt. Belinda went down on one knee, leaned on a railing, took aim and fired at the enemy boat. Robert yelled, “What are you doing??” “You know you’re out of range!” Belinda kept firing, emptied the clip, and reloaded quickly. “I want them to know we have firepower!” Her face was red hot with anger. Secretly she was hoping that some of the 9mm shells would fall on the pirates, if she aimed high enough.

Robert could barely control the helm, and cut back the diesel to ¼ power. The Escape pulled away, and the gunfire lessoned, falling short of the yacht. Belinda was calming down, and asked Robert, “Was that a 50 caliber?” “Yes, check on Jonathan and Elaine…….” was all he could say. They both knew that with another mile, they would be clear from the pirates.

A few minutes later, Robert was relieved to see Belinda helping Jonathan and Elaine below deck. They were emotional wrecks, but they were alive. He knew it was going to take some incredible healing to overcome this. He deeply admired this couple that had been through so much. He looked up at the sky, disgusted. He was about to launch into, “How could You let this happen……”, when he realized they were all alive, and the rigging was still in place.

 

To be continued.

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Blessings and peace to everyone.

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

The Escape VIII – Nassau

Ships 118

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.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings and peace to everyone.

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

The Escape VI – The Argument

Mountains and Rivers 323

Contemporary Microfiction

As Robert pulled up, next to the Escape, he could hear their words plainly. “You don’t own me Chuck!” Belinda was yelling as loud as she could. “If I want to stay out all night – that’s – my – busi-ness!” Now she was not only yelling, she was seething with anger. Robert threw a rope around the Escape to anchor the inflatable, and reached for the ladder, but missed. A small wave toppled him off balance, slamming his head into an aluminum rung of the ladder. “Ouch!” Man, did that hurt.

Holding his forehead, Robert fell back into the inflatable. There was a knot there already. “Are you crazy?” It was Chuck chiming in now, yelling, “Here we are in a foreign country, and you’re out, with heaven knows who, doing heaven knows what, all night long???” “You’re insane!”. Robert reached for the ladder again, and held it tight. Climbing on board, he heard a crash, something broke, (he couldn’t tell what) he guessed Belinda had thrown something, and then she was yelling at Chuck again to stay out of her life.

“Hey, what’s going on here!”, was all that Robert could manage, holding his head. They both stopped arguing long enough to look at Robert. Then turned to each other, and Chuck started yelling, “You dumb…” But Robert cut him off, with “Stop!”. Turning to the shoreline he saw the argument had drawn a huge crowd onshore. “Knock it off – both of you!” “Chuck – Belinda is right you don’t own her, and you’ve no right to give her a hard time.” Chuck stood there gaping, not believing that Robert was taking her side on the issue.

Chuck marched off the deck, and went down the ladder to the inflatable. As he started the engine, Robert asked him where he was going. “Somewhere besides here!” Was all he would say, as he took off, further down the cove. “Let him go, he’ll be back”, he heard Belinda say behind him. Then she vomited over the other side of the Escape.

She was obviously sick with a hangover. “Why don’t you get some sleep?” he suggested. Instead of heading below deck, she held her head and walked to the back of the yacht, underneath the canopy, and laid down, saying she needed air. Robert did get her a wet towel and went underneath the canopy, where she was laying. He sat next to her and placed the wet towel on her forehead. He never really noticed her before, but now, in her pajamas, she seemed incredibly beautiful.

“Thank you Robert”, was all she said, as she attempted a smile. He got up to leave, but she grabbed his arm, and said, “No wait”. He waited for her to say more. With her eyes closed she began to explain that she didn’t do anything last night. “Belinda – you don’t have to…” She cut him off, and explained that she did have too much to drink, but then she went for a walk on the beach, and fell asleep looking at the stars. “And that was all….” She felt it was important that he know this.

He smiled, and when he did leave, she wanted to say a whole lot more. She wanted to say, “If there’s anyone on this yacht I would like to spend time with, looking at the stars, it’s you…. Robert”. She didn’t say it though. It was too soon. He was still grieving, and he wouldn’t be able to handle, how she felt about him.

To be continued.

 

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Blessings to everyone and peace!

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

Dreamwalker VI – Meeting Linda’s Family

family eating

Contemporary Microfiction

It had been a mistake to come here, to meet Linda’s parents. He knew it would be, and he had told Linda a number of times that he wasn’t religious. Now Gloria Sanchez, Linda’s Mom, was asking how often he went to church. He stumbled over his words, while Linda looked horrified at her mother’s question. He was honest though and said, “I don’t really go to church” “I prefer being in nature”.

To say he felt awkward was an understatement. He felt awful. It was all over now, he was sure of it, especially when he saw the reaction on the face of Mrs. Sanchez. Her eyes got wide, and she gasped. She said nothing though, but her face was red with anger. She continued eating, looking down at her plate, and stabbing her food with the fork, forcibly. Linda said, “Mama, please!”. Mrs. Sanchez turned to her daughter and asked, “Well what do you expect?” “You are about to marry a man that doesn’t go to church?” “You want me to be happy about that?” Linda was shocked and could only say, “Mama…” Her nieces and nephews at the table just stared.

Mrs. Sanchez turned to James again, and asked, “Well will you at least raise your children in the Church?” There was tension in the air now, so thick that everyone could sense it, it was tangible. “I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it”. It was an honest answer. “You haven’t thought about it???” Linda’s Mom had raised her voice at this point, and her husband, Juan asked her to calm down. Instead of saying anything, she excused herself and went into the kitchen.

No one said anything. James didn’t know what to do. There was no way this marriage was going to work. As far as he was concerned, their plans to get married in a couple of months had come to a screeching halt. He was angry, and more than that he was embarrassed. His face was flush with at least three shades of red.

He didn’t know what to do. So he did what anyone would do, he got up from the table, said, “I’m sorry I ruined your evening, my apologies…”, and he headed for the door. His anger was burning now, and he knew for sure that love was garbage. Linda and her father, both said, “Please, please don’t go!” “No please, don’t leave this way”. Linda moved quickly and reached for his arm, but he pulled away, and was out the door in a flash.

By the time he started the Mustang, everyone was outside, including Linda’s Mom. She had her hand over her mouth. Linda was yelling, “James!” “James!”. He put the car in first gear, hit the gas and let out the clutch, which left some rubber behind him. He went barreling down the road.

The only place he wanted to be was in the desert. Maybe he could find a cave, where there was no pain, and he would not have to be good enough. He reached for his cell phone and turned it off. He was done.

desert with cactus

To be continued!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Dreamwalker V – The Desert

desert in the sunset

Contemporary Microfiction

Now that they were out here, he realized it was a stupid idea. What was he thinking? They were about two hours from any shelter, walking, and trying to talk to each other in the blistering sun! Burning up was an understatement. What dumbness was this?

As they stopped for another drink of water, he suggested they turn back. A smile of relief came over her face. Thank God. He was concerned that he had ruined more than just the one day. They also wiped themselves down as best as they could. Why did he bring her here? This is something you do for a vision quest, not for getting to know the one you love! As they headed back down the trail they had just climbed, he was grateful that he gotten one thing right. He had listened to Linda, when she said she preferred staying in a lodge, instead of camping in a tent.

They were staying in a beautiful log cabin bed and breakfast, known as the Antler Inn, run by an elderly woman that had a lot of spunk. The owner’s name was Amy Charles, a widow of some fifteen years. She made the place feel real homey, and cooked some of the best fried chicken they had ever tasted. He mentioned to Linda, Amy’s fried chicken, as their boots kicked up a lot of dust. They both started walking faster!

Fortunately, they got back to the lodge during the hottest part of the day. Amy had the AC running full blast and some cold lemonade waiting for them. Once they were cleaned up, they enjoyed a wonderful meal with Amy (they were the only guests).

When they made it over to the living room, Linda had the idea of reading together, actually reading to each other. She had a surprise for him. She went to the room, and came back in a hurry with two gifts, both wrapped in expensive looking wrapping paper. When he unwrapped them, he was shocked and his eyes filled up with tears. She remembered! There was a book from Rumi he had not read yet, and a book by Gibran, he had never even heard of, his two favorite authors!

They spent two hours in Amy’s living room reading out loud, taking turns. He was even more in love with her now, as he stared into her face, listening. She was thinking the same thing, when he read. As he reached for his glass of lemonade, he knew he was the most fortunate man alive. There was nothing better than reading Rumi, and Gibran, with the most beautiful woman on the planet! Ok, well……. there was almost nothing better.

 log cabin

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Dreamwalker IV – The Return

singapore

Microfiction

He lied again. He called into the office that same morning and told them he was sick. Well it wasn’t completely a lie. He was sick of himself! He needed to find some nature, but where in this city? Was there a park? Then he remembered there was a garden on the roof of the hotel. From there he could maybe find some peace, and look out over the city, and into the heavens.

Once he got to the roof it was better than he thought. He could see for hundreds of miles, and his spirit began to calm down. He was breathing deeply now. He stopped pacing and sat on a bench. He began thinking about his people, even though he had wanted to contemplate his life, and Linda. Why did he not want to get married? But instead he thought about the last Pow Wow, and that he watched the whole thing, wishing he could get out there and dance. He let the thoughts go.

Then he thought about his retreat in the Red Rocks region, spending days alone. There was only him and the Creator. He knew then, he was supposed to leave this job, and he didn’t do it. He compromised and wound up on the other side of the world. So why was he afraid of getting married? The question haunted him.

The sunlight struck him, and as he looked up, he realized he came to Singapore because he was running. He realized a man could run away from love, could run away from his people, and even run away from his destiny. As he breathed in more of the skyline, he knew he needed to return, to return in many ways, regardless of the cost.

He reached for his phone to call Linda, when he noticed an email, from his boss in New York. He browsed it quickly, but picked out the words, “We need you in Dubai”. Dubai! Again it would take him far away from Linda, from his people, even from the land he was from. He stood up, and looked out from his concrete mountain, over the city, and said one word, “enough”.

The next day he was at the airport boarding a flight to Tokyo, and then to Honolulu, and finally San Francisco. There was chaos on the plane, as everyone found their seats, and fought over luggage compartments. When he sat down, his phone rang. It was Linda sounding very excited. “I picked up your mail today and you have a letter from River Rocks Community College!” “Should I open it?” He was thinking, how could she not open it, so he said “Sure”. He could hear her tearing the envelope, and then she browsed it until she found the all important line – “We are pleased to offer you the position of Economics Instructor, and look forward to you beginning with us on August 15th, for the fall semester”. Linda screamed. He gasped, stunned. “Wow”, was all he could say.

“James!” “James!” “I love you, can we get married?” “Wait….Linda are you asking me?” “Are you proposing?” As the Airbus was taking off, the engines were roaring down the runway, and James asked Linda to slow down. Wasn’t she was getting ahead of herself? She mentioned something about making babies, and they both said things that cannot be repeated here! They would meet in San Francisco, and the good news was, he said “Yes”.

 singapore airlines

To be continued!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Dreamwalker III – Singapore

singapore in blue

Microfiction

James Dreamwalker was sitting in the tea room, of the Palace Hotel, sipping some of the best Chinese tea he had ever had. His phone beeped again with another email. It was Linda again, her message, was “How was your day sweetheart?”. The truth was, he needed some space. He didn’t want to answer her right now. She was rushing it for sure. They had gone out 5-6 times, and had even gotten physical, but she equated that, and everything else, to getting married. He liked her, but did he love her? He was glad he was in Singapore! And besides all that she was….well she was….so religious!

He needed time to think, but being in Singapore was not exactly a vacation. He was working 10-12 hour days helping the company office set up their software. A few minutes later he was enjoying the Dim Sum, when his phone rang. It was the office, and in particular, it was Paul in a panicked voice, “James we need you to come back to the office, right away!” “The spreadsheet software is not responding!”. He told Paul to calm down, and he would be there in a few minutes. He lied. He had every intention of finishing this wonderful meal, and then he would go to the office again.

The next morning his phone woke him up, promptly at 7:00am. He was not ready to wake up, and the luxury of the 5 Star hotel bed, held him there, a sleeping captive. He did manage to reach for the phone. It was his friend Standing Bear! He hoped nobody had died. “Hello!” he said. “James, what in the world are you doing?” was the response. “Whaa?” “James, listen Linda just called me in tears because you have not answered her emails in two days!” “What is wrong with you?!” “I….I…I’m not sure I love her”. There, it was out now. “Ok, well I don’t know about all that, but at least treat her like a human being.”

He was right. His best friend, and the spiritual leader of his people, knew what he was talking about, especially this time. After he hung up with Standing Bear, he dialed Linda. He apologized before even saying hello. She had been crying, and he could tell. She loved him for sure, he heard it in her voice. Wasn’t it too soon? Did they really know each other? She told him to come home soon, he smiled, and began to soften. When he hung up with her, he knew one thing for sure.

He had been holding back. It wasn’t Linda with the problem. It was him, he was afraid of commitment, with her, with anybody. As he looked in the mirror to brush his teeth, he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt…….without question……that he was an idiot.

 mexican woman

To be continued!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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