Oh, how time can fly. The memories we shared are fading and some long gone. I try to reclaim them as we lay under our favorite oak tree, but your replies are mute. I press my ear to the ground and all I hear is silence from the grave.
1a : to move in or pass through the air with wings
b : to move through the air or before the wind or through outer space
c : to float, wave, or soar in the air <flags flying at half-mast>
b: to fade and disappear : vanish3a : to move, pass, or spread quickly
b: to be moved with sudden extreme emotion
c : to seem to pass quickly <the time simply flew>
It’s been 10 years now since Drew saw his children. Alexander would be 22 now; Corrine, 18; and Mikael, 16.
He remembers it as if it were yesterday. Drew got off work early to surprise his wife, Stephanie, with five airplane tickets to her hometown, Valparaiso, Chile. When he got home Mikael did not do his usual running head start before jumping on Drew’s back. Corrine was not in the kitchen helping her mother prepare dinner as she liked to do. And Alexander was not a soccer practice. They were sitting on the sofa in the family room. Corrine was crying and Mikael was asleep. Stephanie was visibly upset. She looked more angry than afraid and Alexander didn’t show any emotion at all.
“What’s wrong?” Drew said stepping in the family room.
Drew turned around to see his father-in-law, brothers-in-law, and three other men he didn’t know in his family room with guns.
“Drew,” his father-in-law said. “It is time for Estefania to take her rightful place.”
“Rightful place? What are you talking about, Josef.”
“It does not concern you.”
“Stephanie, do you know what he is talking about?”
“Estefania,” he says with emphasis on her name. “Estefania is very well aware of what is going on. I have tried to reason with her for years, but she would hear nothing of it. She claimed that she loves you. Time has run out and she must be delivered to take her rightful place.”
Drew sets off toward Josef, but two of the henchmen stop him before he reaches Josef.
“Drew. Please don’t make this any harder than what it already is. Estefania and the children will be well taken care of. What you are about to do is going to be very hard for you, but it must be done.” Josef reaches into his briefcase, pulls out some paper and the men holding Drew force him to sit at the desk where Josef places the papers. He says, “These are divorce papers. You will sign them and in process you will also relinquish parental rights.”
“No. I won’t do it.”
“Oh, but I think you will,” Josef says nodding to the third. He pulls out a knife and places it to Corrine’s throat.
“Daddy!” she screams.
“Okay. Okay.” Drew signs the papers and Josef puts them back in his briefcase. He nods to Stephanie’s brothers and they usher Stephanie, Alexander, Corrine, and Mikael out of the house.
“This really never should have happened,” Josef says. “I tried to get her to come to her senses long ago.” He starts to leave, “The pain will go away.”
It’s been nearly ten years and the pain has not gone away. The wound is still open and deep and with each breath and every passing moment his heart breaks a little more. And as he has done for the last nine and half years, Drew goes to sleep with a bottle of scotch in one hand and his dad’s .357 in the other.
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Alright today I decided to tackle two challenges in one post. The Daily Post Prompt: Places and the Trifecta weekend challenge of writing a piece using: 1) only 33 words and 2) it had to be in first person. So here it or rather they are. Enjoy! 😀
I never yearned for writing our names in the sand or skiing or camping as long as she was here. Now she’s gone — that’s all I long for, and her at my side.
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If you celebrate or even love Valentine’s Day then you probably want to bypass reading this post.
This notion of ‘Be Mine’, ‘Be My Valentine’, and a host of other sayings begins its indoctrination in elementary school, maybe sooner. I don’t remember the first time I was forced by my teacher to go out and get those packs of Valentine’s Day cards for my classmates.
We would tape a little bag on the edge of our desk and run around the classroom like the little gremlins we were chucking those cards into those little red, pink, or white bags. Admittedly that was the most fun. Then we’d sit down with glee and couldn’t wait to see who got what from whom. And if that wasn’t enough we had to do that ‘Secret Valentine’ thing. By golly if the majority of us kids didn’t come to school with those boxes of Life Savers to give to our ‘Secret Valentine.’ Honestly even then I hated it. Perhaps it’s because inevitably I always picked the name of the kid I couldn’t stand and he or she couldn’t stand me. Oh the Horror! The Horror! The angst I went through to get that box of Life Savers. So maybe, just maybe that’s when my psyche was ingrained, that I would be buying Valentine’s Day stuff for people I didn’t like.
Over the years, I have bought many a Valentine for people I care a great deal about — my mom, dad, sister, grandparents, boyfriends, best friends and each time it stirs up that same angst from so long ago. It actually angers me now that this is the one day — outside of birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmas) that gives people a pass on professing their ‘unconditional’ love for someone who they supposedly love 364 other days of the year (365 on Leap Year). Or perhaps it’s the sheer capitalism in it.
It’s the one day in which it’s okay for a grown man to give a grown woman (perhaps the mother of his children) a stuffed bear with a big ole red heart in the center that says: “I Love You”, “Be Mine”, or some other trite saying. And of course the heart-shaped box of chocolates along with the heart-shaped balloon. Oh dear, I very nearly forgot the flowers. The flowers that wilt and die seven to ten days after you’ve gotten them, which typically coincides with you eating the last chocolate out of your heart-shaped chocolate box. It’s also the one day that your ‘Valentine’ is über nice to you. Again what happened to the other days of the year?
Flower shops and jewelery stores and lingerie stores and Godiva and Lindor chocolates love to see you coming. It’s definitely their most lucrative day of the year. I of course definitely appreciate you contributing to the economy on this oh so important and ‘special day’.
Some say that I’m a Valentine’s Day hater because I’m single. I can safely assure you that is not why I don’t like Valentine’s Day. Granted it is geared to couples, which of course irritates the living crap out of me. But that’s not the reason.
Everyone has secrets. Some secrets come out of a sincere desire not to hurt the ones you love the most, while others come about because you’re ashamed, and still yet others come about because you are afraid of how others might judge you. But no matter how a secret comes about they are usually terrible things to bear.
I kept the secret to myself for years, but once I hit my teenage years it became increasingly difficult to hide. Growing up in a very tight knit, Read More…
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It was my first year in college and away from the safety net of home and my parents; I had my first real boyfriend, one that actually cared how my day went; my first real kiss that meant something; and of course my first ‘I love you’. Read More…