The Last People on Earth XV – Letting Go

Oceans 1379

He was going to get a gun today, and that was final. He didn’t say anything to Miriam about it, and he would hide it from her if he had to. Maybe he could leave it in the truck. As they sat at the kitchen table that morning, eating cold cereal, he was angry, and she could tell.

He had never served them cold cereal for breakfast before, only as a snack, and he wasn’t talking. He always said how important a good breakfast was. She could see the problem on his face, and she knew what it was. “Jeremiah…….please promise me, you won’t get a gun today……” His eyes grew big. How did she know? “I can’t do that Miriam, I just can’t.” With that he slid back his chair, stood up and headed for the door, grabbing the keys to their mangled truck. With his hand on the door knob he said, “The drones are costing me my sanity, so I can’t make that promise”. Tears welled up in her eyes. He opened the door and said, “I’ll be at the neighbor’s house across the way…..” With that he opened the door, and she cried out, “Jeremiah please….”

He walked out regretting every minute of it, and everything he just said. But as he got into the mangled truck, he convinced himself he was doing the right thing. So he drove, down the lane, and through the two sets of gates, and to the neighbor’s house about a mile away. “I have to protect my family”, he said.

As soon as he walked into the neighbor’s house, he saw what he needed over the stone fireplace. He took down the 12 gauge, pump action, shotgun. He racked the chamber a few times, loving the sound. “No drone can survive this!”, he said out loud. In the den he found a whole glass enclosed, case of shotguns, and two rifles. Most farmers had been hunters, he thought to himself.

When he checked the drawers of the desk, he found the most beautiful gun he had ever seen. Tucked away in a beautifully carved leather case, with “Colt” written on it, was a collector’s edition, Colt .45 caliber revolver. And it had a pearl handle! It was stunning. He found some ammo and loaded it. Spinning the chamber, he then closed it. Next he looked around the house for bottles and cans. He could go target practicing!

It wasn’t until he was outside, ready to shoot, that he remembered Miriam. A stab of pain shot him in the heart, realizing how badly he had sounded earlier. He didn’t realize it but she had been crying the entire time, since he had left. He would never do anything to hurt her, not intentionally, and he knew she would hear the shooting. She would be horrified, and she might even lose the baby!

It was also a Friday, which meant Miriam would be lighting the Sabbath candles in a few hours, and singing the prayers. He certainly didn’t want to mess that up. He loved her singing, and he had no intentions of being a hypocrite by being angry during their beautiful time together. He loved the Amharic and the Hebrew.

He opened the chamber of the revolver, and dumped the ammo into his palm. He looked up at the sky and said, “Ok this one is in Your hands!” “Help me to trust”. As he walked back to the house he said out loud, “Maybe that’s what peace is all about…..….having the power but refusing to use it…..…” It was time to get back home, (without any guns) and apologize to his beautiful wife.

    

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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The Last People on Earth XIII – 10?

Oceans 1207

Looking around the truck, the trailers were still attached, but the trailer hitch for the lab was slightly bent. He thought he could maybe bend it back into shape, with a hammer. It was the truck that was the worst. All the damage was on the front, driver’s side. The tire was flat and the rim was bent. The fender was like crumpled paper. He placed his foot on the front bumper, which was hanging, pushed on it, and it fell with a crash.

He felt awful, because he had been reckless, trying to avoid a drone that did nothing. He looked at Miriam, straight in the eyes, and said, “I’m sorry Miriam……you were right, maybe they were just gathering data”. She looked down, said nothing, but shook her head, saying ok.

More than two hours later, they were ready to travel again. They had unhitched the trailers, unloaded all of the contents from the back of the truck, and changed the tire, with a spare already mounted on a rim. Then they loaded everything back into the truck, and hitched up the trailers again. It was a painful lesson, he thought, about when to listen to the one you love.

He had wanted to make her a nice salad when they got to their new home. Now it would be dark when they arrived, so that was out. Before they drove off he got one of the coolers, and placed it in the front seat. It had fresh fruit, and in another bag they had granola. With a forced smile he offered her some fruit. She said, “Let’s just drive Jeremiah…” His spirits dropped. It was not like her to turn down fresh fruit. Her look said, “I’m not happy right now”.

So the tired couple drove quietly, in their mangled truck, and the transmission was worse now, lurching them forward once in a while. They hoped they would make it there in one piece. Thirty minutes later Miriam reached for some granola and started crunching. “There’re some blueberries in the cooler”, he said quietly. She went for some of those too. She looked at him, knew he was hurting and she said, “Jeremiah, I’m ok, and we are ok…….” “Don’t worry….” Thank God she was talking now, he thought. He smiled at her.

Twenty minutes later Miriam was beginning to perk up, and asked Jeremiah an unusual question. She said in her wonderful French African accent, “Have you ever thought of how many children we should have?”. She had a serious look on her face, so he said, “Well….yes but I don’t think we’ve ever talked about it.” He continued with, “I was thinking 4….. maybe 5.” “What about you?” he asked, as he took a drink of water. “Well I was thinking…….I think…….well…….10!

He choked, coughed, sprayed and spurted water all over the steering wheel! He coughed some more, and she reached over to rub his back. She was giggling now, having great fun with this. He pulled over, and put the truck in park. He looked at her disbelieving. “You want 10 children???!” He couldn’t believe it. She was laughing out loud now, at his reaction. She was trying not to be too loud, so she began stomping her foot, and holding a hand to her mouth. He decided to play this out some more, and go along with it. He said, “What do I look like a machine??” She howled with laughter, and her foot stomped even more.

After he wiped down the steering wheel, he kept mumbling “10 children!!”, he was really enjoying her laughter, and hysterics. In between her howls of laughter, she said, “But Jeremiah…….we need to…….we need to…….. repopulate!!!” She howled once again, and he laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes. They could not stop laughing. “Very funny!” he said. But he loved every minute of it…….he had never laughed so hard in his life……..

To be continued.

      

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The Last People on Earth XI – Journey to Healing

Oceans 2020

In the morning there was no sign of the drone. Miriam convinced Jeremiah to not get a gun, but he was not happy about it. Privately he thought her reasoning was sound though. She told him that if the drone had meant to destroy them, it would have. A rocket being launched into the house would have put an end to everything. Could it be they (whoever they were) were just watching them?

He made them some eggs and turkey bacon, with toast, in the morning. Miriam was not a big meat eater, so she had just the eggs and toast. She admired his wanting to take care of her, and it showed at every mealtime. He didn’t say much as they ate, because he kept thinking, that he was supposed to take care of the family – wasn’t he? Was it just his male instinct causing him to want a gun to protect them? He wasn’t sure but it felt right. It wasn’t until later that Jeremiah better understood, her fear of guns.

They spent half the day packing up the lab. As they worked packing up boxes, Miriam explained about East Africa, and the conflict in Somalia often spilling over into other countries. The kidnappings, and killings were horrible. It was always with guns. However it wasn’t until they emigrated to Europe that she experienced the hatred of white people. The white racists hated them, and wanted nothing to do with Muslims, Jews, or anyone else different than they were.

Miriam, broke down in tears, as she retold the story of how she and her father, were kidnapped, raped, and severely beaten. They were left for dead, in the middle of the night, while a black car went speeding off into the darkness. Jeremiah held her, wanting to erase every hurt of her traumatized emotions. It took a while for Miriam’s grief to subside, and she finished with, “It wasn’t until we made our way to France, that we were safe.” She wouldn’t tell him though what country they were in, when the kidnapping took place in, “In case we meet survivors from there…” she said. She did not want Jeremiah to hate.

Six months after the kidnapping, Miriam’s father became very sick, and eventually died. Miriam was convinced it was from the beatings, maybe brain damage. “I have a lot of forgiving to do still”, she said, in her heavy French African accent. They both wept.

When they did work on the packing some more, Miriam realized it was Jeremiah’s love that was bringing so much healing. He never judged, never criticized, but he did give of himself so completely. At the end of the day, Jeremiah could see that she was tired, and said she should go in to rest. She did go in, and fell asleep almost immediately, on the couch. She dreamt of holding a beautiful baby girl, and her name was Sofia.

The next morning they left early. They had a large pickup now, a Ford F-250. He hated leaving the Mercedes, but they had to. The back of the truck was loaded with food, canned goods, and cold food, packed in coolers, with ice. Next there was the large trailer with the laboratory inside. And finally there was a small trailer, with their suitcases filled with clothing, and some kitchen items. Jeremiah was concerned about the weight they were hauling, and thought for sure the transmission would give out, but they only needed to drive 6 hours.

As they drove away from their first home, they knew they would miss it, but they both knew they were on the greatest journey of their lives, drones, or no drones. She smiled at her strength, this man of love, and took his hand.

He looked down at their bracelets, and said in perfect Amharic, “My Queen……I love you…….I will always love you…….(he had been practicing)…….. It was one of the greatest moments of her life……….she closed her eyes to take it all in.

To be continued.

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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The Last People on Earth X – A New Home

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They were in the garage, about a hundred yards from the house, with the door open, pouring over the latest data they had discovered. Farmland in Central Pennsylvania, looked very good.  They had searched far and wide for their next place. It needed to be good, rich farmland, with the right PH balance in the soil. Neither one of them wanted to be near a city, so they had been searching for weeks, taking samples, of air, soil, and water. They were tired of driving.

Lancaster County in Pennsylvania was attractive at first, but they had found the soils had been worn out by over farming, and besides, it was too close to a number of cities. That’s when they went looking, into the central part of the state. It had excellent sources of water, which most other locations did not have.

Miriam had part of her lab set up, in the garage so they could both run tests. Jeremiah looked in the microscope again, and said, “You’re right Miriam, this soil does look the best”. “Is there any chance the biological weapons damaged the environment, without us knowing it?” Miriam paused, then said, “It’s not likely, but we will just have to trust that it will all work out.” “We have run every test possible.”

“Ok, so do you still like that farm I picked out, that had been for sale for two years – the organic one?” Miriam nodded, and said, “I love the inside of the house.” “It’s gorgeous Jeremiah!” They were excited now, and Jeremiah said they should start packing as soon as possible.

As they both stood up to go to the house, Jeremiah noticed again the little bump (it was hardly noticeable) coming from Miriam’s stomach. It had been more than two months since their marriage ceremony, and Miriam was convinced she was pregnant. Was it just wishful thinking? They hoped not. He walked over to her and gently touched her stomach, and said “Can I?” She knew what he meant, and nodded yes. He raised her t-shirt, got in close, rubbing her stomach, he said, “Hello in there! Baby you are very much loved!” They both chuckled. Miriam bent down and gave Jeremiah a passionate kiss, just for being so wonderful.

Then Jeremiah stopped, and said he heard that sound again, like a humming noise. “Do you hear it?” Miriam said she did, and that it was coming from outside. “Shh.” he said, as he crept towards the door. “I don’t see anything”, he said cautiously. It sounded like a small motor, like maybe a moped, but far away. Both of them felt creepy because they had been hearing it for the last three days, off and on. Jeremiah took Miriam’s hand and they walked towards the house.

Miriam stopped dead in her tracks. Her long right arm, pointed at the sky and she yelled “Look!” They stared at the thing, then Jeremiah yelled, “Run!” “Run Miriam!” He still had hold of her hand, when she asked what it was. “Is it people?” He didn’t answer, but he practically pulled her into the house. In spite of being very tall, Miriam was not a good runner.

They got into the house, completely out of breath, and Jeremiah slammed the door. Miriam was practically hysterical and yelled, “What is it Jeremiah?!!” After he caught his breath, he managed to say, “It’s a drone!”

Her eyes widened in horror. He continued, “Miriam we need a gun!” This shocked her even more. “Jeremiah……please no guns……please…..no guns……”

To be continued.

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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The Last People on Earth III – Anticipation

Oceans 1421

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.”

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

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“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 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 III – Singapore

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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!

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

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