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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
I made you weep and I didn't intend to do so. I wrote this one for you. I hope it makes you feel joy, not loss. This was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. The mountains were pristine in their splendor. The snow was pure and dazzling. The sun kissed each flake and the light danced into the air. The air was brittle in it's freezing home. Catching your breath and sending it swirling into the atmosphere. This cold seeped through the layers of down filled clothing to numb your fingers and toes. To be outside here in this magical place was to be fully alive. Each sense fulfilled with glorious natural wonder. She navigated her way through the tourists to the ski lift awaiting her. It had been much too long since she indulged herself in this pleasure. Skiing was a passion of hers but being in southern California for 3 years had limited her. He passed on 4 months ago. She missed him terribly, her heart ached with her memories. He was her father and she, a Daddy's girl. She gave up much to tend to him the last 3 years but she did it willingly and without malice. She regretted none of the years with him, on the contrary, she charished them. He hadn't asked her to come and help him. She had done it out of love and responsibility. The cancer had eaten away at the once vibrant man of her memories. It pained her to see him have to rely on anyone for assistance but if he had to it would be her. It was finally a relief when the monster finally took his life. She had been there holding his hand and telling him it was time to go and be at peace. His suffering was over and she was over joyed for him. He was at peace again and so was she. Watching him suffer was the hardest thing she ever had to do. Now she was able to take this vacation in the Alps. She needed the time to evaluate her situation and the path her life would take. She breathed in the fresh, crisp air as the lift moved slowly to the top of the smallest peek. She had been at one time, an expert skier. The time away from the sport had eroded her reflexes and created a wariness in her. She knew the dangers of jumping back on too fast. She needed to get the rust off the hinges before hitting the larger, more dangerous peeks. She moved slowly down the slope, getting the feel of the snow under her ski's. Letting her body get reacquainted with the motions, bumps and ridges of the snow. The wind caressed her face like those of a long lost lover as she moved faster downward. This is what it is like to truly be alive! She reveled in the sensations and all too soon she was at the bottom of this course. On the lift back up she plotted her strategy. She would take the hill faster and at a different angle, letting her body react to see if her instincts were still alive. By the end of the day she was confident in her skill. Tomorrow would be the day forchallenge. She showered and changed, went down to the lobby to let the fire warm her chilled bones. She purchased a hot cocoa and settled herself into a large, comfortable arm chair placed right next to the fire. She watched the flames lovingly lick at the logs, her mind becoming hypnotized by the dance. The warmth enveloping her in a comfortable embrace. She sat watching the flames, occasionally sipping her cocoa. Her eyes took in the erotic movements of the fire. Once entwining itself around the log, caressing it, searing it. Two became one, her thoughts wrapped around this idea. The log and the flame coming together to make love right there in front of her. Their sparks creating a heat that warms all who draw near. The passion is wild and beautiful, lustful. The log invites the flame to touch, lick and caress it, ecstasy in the dance. Then the log becomes completely enveloped, the flame engulfs it and the log and the flame are one. The flame eating at the very essence that is the log. If you listen very carefully you can hear the screams of pleasure and pain from the log during this dance of love. In the end, all that is left of this union is ash. Only a whisper of the passion that once heated a room. She was startled out of her pondering by a hand on her shoulder. "Amanda! I have been talking to you for 5 minutes...and you haven't heard me." A familiar voice chuckled from behind her. She caught her breath but didn't turn around immediately. A soft, slow smile crept to her lips and touched her eyes. She stood slowly, still not facing him. "Matthew Duncan.....Your still scaring the girls after all of these years?" The mocking tone in her voice was full of tenderness. She turned around and moved into open arms. Holding each other for maybe a little too long. As they part they brush each others cheeks with a kiss. They had been dear friends since 3rd grade, the last time they had been together was after her father's death. He was always there when she needed him. He had spent 3 weeks with her, making sure she was "really" all right. "Are you busy for dinner?" Matt asked with a gleam in his eye. "Oh Matt, that would be great, but......You know how I feel about Karen. I can't stand being near her, not even for you, sweet man." Matt laughed at this. "No worries Amanda. She broke it off when I decided to stay and help you back in October. She was jealous of you and tried to control me. You were right about her from the beginning. I just couldn't let myself admit that." His eyes were laughing when he spoke these words. They dined together, chatting happily about childhood antics. They shared a salad and a bottle of wine, childhood stories and adult heartache. After dinner they strolled arm in arm through the cold night air. Matt walked her to her room but neither of them wanted this evening to end. Amanda placed her left hand over Matt's heart and looked deeply into his eyes. "Before you leave me here, I have something I need to tell you." Tears pooled in her eyes but did not spill over. "I have loved you since the third grade. You have been everything I have ever needed in my life. You have never failed me and you have shown me what it means to love. I want you to be in my life forever Matt." Her hand slipped slightly down on his chest and her eyes fell to the floor. He placed his strong, gentle fingers under her chin and lifted her eyes back to his. In his eyes there were promises of happiness and tears of joy. "It has always been you Amanda. I could never push because you mean too much to me. I would take anything you had to give me and I was always your friend. I would rather have friendship then not have you in my life. I just want you to be happy. I love you with all of my life, my heart and my soul." There were tears flowing freely from both of their eyes. He opened the door to the room for her and they lay together, reveling in the feeling of warmth and security of each others arms. As Amanda drifted off to sleep, her last thought was of being home. copywrite 1999 M.H. [This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 11-03-1999).] |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
How beautiful Marylin. I can relat a bit to this story, although It didn't take years and years with me and him, more like months. ------------------ Thinking is just what a great many people think they are doing when they are merely rearranging their predjudices. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
This is beautiful Marilyn and so descriptive. A very fine piece of writing sure to put a smile on anyones face  |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Absolutely beautiful.Loved reading this.Bravo! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Very nice, Marilyn - I do think I'll be reading your prose - so keep 'em coming - This one is particularly easy for me to relate to - I've been by the bedside of a cancerous death - and proceeded forth with a new appreciation for life... thanks for putting it into such wonderful words... |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Amy....I wish you all the happiness in your relationship. If it was started in friendship you have a great chance my friend. Enjoy it. Ruth...thankyou for reading this for me. Your comments are VERY much apprieciated. Watcher...I am so very glad you liked it. Nan..you are most welcome. It is quite a compliment coming from you. I hold your opinion in very high reguard. Now if I can get Balladeer and Toe reading prose...lmao. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Alas dear Marilyn, this one is even sadder than the first. I am honored that you would write such a wonderful tale with me in mind. It is nice to know at times, that someone, no matter how distant, cares that I cry. |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
As always Marilyn,you right with such precision,I think this is beautiful Jenny ------------------ Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual. |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Christopher....I hate to see anyone cry. I was very sorry that my work caused tears. Although it was the greatest compliment you could have paid me. Jenny...Thankyou so much for your words. I adore this little family of ours. |
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