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… 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… 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.”

The Escape IV – The Cove

Maine and More 248

Contemporary Microfiction

It was the sheer beauty of the place. Everywhere he looked he thought of Rachel, wishing she could see, what he was seeing. He loved the Caribbean, and the Bahamas were no exception. She would have loved it here.

For Jonathan and Elaine, this was a retreat. They didn’t come to the Bahamas for the casinos and nightclubs, they wanted peace and quiet. Yet, if any of them wanted the nightlife, there was plenty of it not far away. Belinda let down the anchor once the Escape had reached a quiet cove. They hopped in the inflatable and went onshore.

After going through customs, they rented some scooters. Chuck and Robert headed one way and Jonathan, Elaine, and Belinda went another. As they road through the town, Chuck was having a great time, laughing and smiling, talking about the women they passed, “She’s gorgeous! Did you see her?” Robert only managed an occasional smile.

He also imagined Rachel on the back of his scooter, seeing it all with him. But the grief was starting again, even if he did love the place. He almost wrecked the scooter once, going straight where there was no road, instead of leaning into the curve. “Dude, what is wrong with you?” Chuck began chiding him, but once he looked at Robert’s face he knew what the deal was. “Man, I’m sorry, but you’ve got to go on living”, was all he could say.

That night it was only Chuck and Robert on board the Escape sleeping. Jonathan and Elaine had gone to a resort for some “privacy”, and Belinda decided to check out the nightclubs. Chuck was worried sick about her, but they both knew she was old enough to take care of herself. Did Chuck like her? He wasn’t sure.

It was 5:30 am when Belinda came back on board, stumbling, making a lot of noise. She had taken a water taxi. Chuck was enraged at being woken up. By 6:00, Robert was up for good, and decided he needed the solitude of a beach. He left a note for Belinda and Chuck, and took the inflatable.

As he steered towards the beach, he thought of Jonathan and Elaine, and the pain and suffering they had been through. Occasionally he thought he saw something like grief in their eyes. How do you make love to a woman with no chest? Did they cry, trying to make love? It was too much to think about.

Tears. He was tired of tears. Once he was on the beach, he pulled the boat on shore, and looked at his watch. “Oh God!”, he said out loud, as he sank to his knees. Tomorrow, was his 6th wedding anniversary…….he was determined though, to stop the pain…….and the grieving. He needed to live again.


To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

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.”

The Escape II

Maine and More 284

Contemporary Microfiction

It was working. Three days off shore, he found himself staring at the endless horizon. There was something about the water meeting the sky – was encouragement the right word? He was beginning to feel something, besides pain and grief. If there was a Creator-God, He knew what He was doing. The idea came to him, that the horizon somehow brought hope, in a beautiful, and timeless way.

Even at full sail they were making slow progress. There was only a slight breeze, and the ocean was calm. He sat on the deck, cleaning and refitting some pulleys that were used to raise and lower the sails. He was thinking of Rachel, and seeing her happy, daydreams…. floated through his mind. They were dancing, laughing, eating at a restaurant. “You must have loved her very deeply.” The words struck him, and startled him back to reality. Jonathan, the owner of the yacht, sat down next to him, and asked “Do you want to talk about it?” “No.” he said flatly. Privately he was thinking that this was his grief, and that no one should try to barge in on it.

“We’ve decided against going to Spain”, Jonathan said. “The yacht is too small, and the weather can be unpredictable this time of year.” He shook his head to acknowledge, and Jonathan continued, “We are heading south to the Caribbean and a number of the islands.” He loved the Caribbean and couldn’t help but smile. “Good.” was all he said. It was the first time, in a long time, that he had said that word. Jonathan looked at him square in the face, “All I’m saying Robert is that if you need to talk, you can.” “I’ll listen.” With that, Jonathan got up and disappeared below. Yeah, the Creator-God knew what He was doing alright.

At the end of the day, Robert went around the yacht, checking the fittings, and the exterior of the boat as it sliced through the water. The wind was picking up again, and they would soon have to take in some sail to control it. As he walked around to the back he looked down at the name of the yacht. They were all trying to escape something, he thought. Jonathan and his wife Elaine, and the three crew members were running. What were they each running from? Or what were they running to?

The name of the yacht, was the……. “Escape”.

To be continued.



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Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

The Escape

Maine and More 260

Contemporary Microfiction

He was determined he was going to board that yacht. He would do anything – deckhand, cook, second mate, it didn’t matter. He needed to be on that boat, and out of this place. He went down to the dock, application in hand, hoping, sweating, and praying, that they would say yes. He was told they would be sailing tomorrow for Barbados, and then Spain, with a stop in the Azores. Perfect, and he did get the job that day, of second mate.

The next day, he found himself in the open sea, feeling at home again. Since he was working, and working hard, it helped him to ease the pain. He had told her not to go that night, but she wouldn’t listen. He tried taking her keys, yelling, begging, pleading, but nothing worked. And then she slapped him in the face, and walked out the door. She had never been violent before in her life, but the alcoholism was killing both of them. He never saw Rachel alive again. The police found their car in a ditch, and she was gone. Did she do it on purpose? He would never know.

Tears streamed down his face as he tied some more knots, and took in some sail. The wind was strong today and pulled them swiftly through the sea. Truth be told, he was lost, and didn’t know what he was going to do now, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. It was a month ago, and the pain was still ripping him apart.

To be continued.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

The Darkness of the Sea


It is the darkness of the sea that calls,

into the loneliness, the ones,

that are fear soaked,

covered in thorns,

and bleeding, still caressing,

the wounds.

No others can truly understand,

the need for darkness,

two feet in the sand,

followed by the moon,

an occasional shark gliding,



No church can reconcile,

no light from the sun,

can penetrate the wall,

or comprehend the beauty,

of the night.

And when the light does break,

the horizon will send,

the soul of barbed wire, running,

hoping and praying,

that what he told the night,

would be ok,

the proclamation,

that the torture would end,

and soon.

He was doing his best,

working through,

the darkness of the sea.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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



A dresser with lace,

holding the photograph in a frame,

means more to her now,

more than last year, or the year before,

she does not want to forget,

his face.

He was so young then,

what would he look like now,

if he had survived?

Would he be married with children?

She would weep a little bit more today,

when she heard the music,

saw the flag,

echoes of gunfire in her mind,


She didn’t care about the politics,

as she wept,

she just wanted,

her son back.


 Note: Please pray for all those that have died in war, and their families.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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