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Return To Sender (Part Six) |
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Magnus![]() ![]()
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA ![]() |
The moment, lingering so...there amongst the fresh veggies and fruit, such a romantic setting for two lovers, now middle aged and somewhat more inclined to surroundings more akin to the “R” word.... Bill found this moment deliciously delightful. The wisps of her silken hair caressing his face in a delicate tickle....But, he also found a stir within that was more of an alarm.....a worrying sign...For he was deeply concerned about the children....Kate and Kyle were their names. He wanted, needed to know more of what this genetic threat was and what he, meager little he....could do to save their lives.... The chill of the produce section added to the shiver.....Both were slightly chilled and so very anxious....What was their next move? Should she allow him to take the lead? Or, perhaps again be one half of what was once a team of two...then deeply in love...and so filled with energy....But, now threatened by something that she eluded to having within her, already running rampant throughout her precious soul and flesh. The air was brisk, somewhat chilling...as they scurried from the country store...Bill carrying up the rear, entrenched somewhere within the confines of all these bags.....almost stepping into a pothole that threatened to spill all there was...and more....A bruised backside was not on the menu at this moment... Where were her children, he asked himself, quizzically? Offering to provide the taxi service, they opted to taking her car, a late model sport ute....something more reliable and less likely to strand on a cold day, no longer daylight, as a myriad of stars danced overhead on a clear evening. The fireplace would certainly need a log or two after they arrived back at Bill’s. You could sense the nervousness as the miles rolled by. Both somewhat quiet and afraid to be the first....Not wanting to shatter a moment or cause a scare at a time when courage was greatly needed....on all sides. Mary Lou sat there, looking over at the man that she had once almost married...She would have married Bill, if only.... Illuminated by the instrument cluster...she saw the lines of his face, the weather of age and sun that had taken a dire toll upon his features ...Fair complexions and sun do not mix well. Bill found this out late in life, having to endure several surgical procedures to remove malignancies from his face and extremities. But, even this did not hide the eyes that showed such great kindness, compassion, eyes that....when looked into...shone on the soul of a gentle man....a man who would give his all for those he loved. And she knew this ever so well. She admired Bill greatly. He did not know, but she had read all of his books that had been published over the years. Each of them rested at her home within an enclosed bookcase....A place where she kept personal things...things very special to her.... “Bill?” Breaking the silence with a soft but questioning word. He jumped slightly, startled by her speech after minutes of silence....Both tired and also unsure of where to head now.... “Yes, Mary Lou”, he replied. Glancing over at her, seeing that she had turned toward him, her eyes searching his, darting from eye to eye, looking into his returned gaze. “Bill, where have we been for twenty odd years?” Bill paused for what seemed like hours....Only from time and many moments of thought of just this moment, could he feel the sense of anxiety wane as he silently cleared his throat and replied.... He told of the moments surrounding his mother’s death. Of all of what was happening in his life at that time. He spoke of the prior loss of his father, who also died suddenly and unexpectedly....He spoke of his own inner fears of death....not knowing what life held in store for him as well. Death was a messenger that had haunted his dreams over several years. He told her of the odd jobs that he had pursued until he finally realized that his life should be one of a writer, for his mind held so much that wanted desperately to come out, to be seen, read, heard... He confided that he often wrote of characters from his life, both past and present....Of the sorrows, the trials of one man, so lost....yet...unknowingly so in tune with the world. He wrote of her...of their memories that he held close, so deeply enjoyed exploring. He rambled on until the miles had faded into the darkness and a single light ahead beckoned. For this was where Bill felt home was...Could this place become more? [This message has been edited by Magnus (12-07-2003 04:39 PM).] |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Barry...I know your intent in leaving us with wanting to know more.... "For this was where Bill felt home was...Could this place become more?" So, let's just cut to the chase and I'll answer the question...yes, this could become something more...now lets get on with it. Enjoying still! ![]() |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
HEHE... shaking my head at you... This part was like the appetizer before dinner...really hungry...and it didn't butter the biscuit...just because... I'm with Marti...well done Kiddo. TD |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Barry, I'm not trying to tell you what to do here but you really should get this out to some publishers and see what happens... I can't remember when I've been so intrigued by a story like I am with yours... I would love to see this in a hardback book! |
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Magnus![]() ![]()
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Thanx Dixie...you are not the first to say such as that. Someday, I will have the courage to work one of these into a short story for a book...... Meanwhile, please enjoy....part 7 is not far behind.... Thank you!!! |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
You have caught my attention. I'm on to Part 7. Love Bon-Bon ![]() |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
ROFLMBO at Martie... never hurry an artist! |
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Marge Tindal![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Here I am, friend ... savoring this beautiful story~ *Huglets* ![]() ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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