Yes, I’m back in my old place. I didn’t like the new pad…
It’s Friday Flash Fiction time again. I’ve missed a couple lately, due to work and family do’s etc but I was definately in for this week’s, no matter what.
Cormac Brown decided that we needed to expand our train of thought and gave us the starter sentence, with the rule that there were to be no guns or knives.
This is my attempt at a bit of lovey dovey stuff. Please be kind, as I may get all teary, blah, blah, blah…….
The starter sentence is in blue.
“A kiss as sweet as sugar. That’s the memory I have of our first kiss all those years ago. Your lips were soft and moist and warm. I had butterflies in my stomach the size of pterodactyls as our lips met for that very first time. I remember hoping that you wouldn’t notice that I’d never kissed a girl before. I trembled as you opened your mouth and slowly closed it again, your tongue gently probing into my mouth. I reciprocated, copying what you were doing. I didn’t have a clue what I was supposed to be doing but it was the most amazing moment in my short life.”
My wife just smiled at me, and that smile was worth a million words. She was gazing out across the loch from our position up Rannoch Hill on the north side of Loch Tay. It had been our favourite spot for the past eighteen years. Today the water was still and the sun was trying its best to warm up the crisp winter day. The mountains that nestled at the west side of the loch were reflected perfectly in the mercury like appearance of the water.
“Do you remember the first time we ever came here? When you held onto my arm and told me that you felt that you’d been here before, like in a previous life.”
Another smile, but it was weaker this time. She looked at me and I stood up, opened the bottle of water and held it against her dry lips. She took tiny sips of the fluid, trying to swallow it down. Some of the water dribbled from the side of her mouth but I wiped it with a tissue from the packet I always carry. I looked at her face and there were tears in her eyes. The illness had taken its toll on her. Her skin was older looking and pale. There were dark rings surrounding her brown eyes. To me though, she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I looked away as my eyes welled with tears. I had to be strong.
A cry above alerted us to the fact that a large red kite was circling. Gracious in its flight, it circled, gaining height as it flew, totally unaware of the pains of human life.
My wife stroked my hand that was resting gently on her fragile shoulder. In a hoarse whisper she told me she was ready. I tenderly stroked her cheek and bent down to kiss her.
“Okay my darling.”
I pushed the wheelchair back down the pathway to where our car was parked. Across from the lay-by where our car was there was a wooden jetty. Our small motorboat was moored at the end.
I pushed the wheelchair down to the end of the jetty, lifted my wife out and stepped into the boat. It swayed on the water but I sat her down as gently as I could. Her weight had dropped by four and a half stone since the illness and she’d shed most of it in the last two months. I started the boat and then helped her on with her life jacket, tightening the fasteners. I looked into her eyes and smiled.
“I’m scared John,” she managed to say.
“I’ll be with you, Victoria. I’ll always be with you.”
I kissed her and stroked her face. She put her hands on mine and tilted her head onto our hands. Tears ran down her cheeks.
“We’ll be together forever, my darling. We’re soul mates and you’ll always be here,” I placed one hand on my chest and wiped her tears with my other.
The loch itself was around fourteen miles long and a mile and a half at its widest point. I took the boat out into the middle of the loch and turned off the engine. At this point the depth of the water was around five hundred feet. It was perfect.
I got out of my seat, picked up my life jacket and heaved it on. I fastened it up at the front and looked at my wife.
“Are you ready?”
Victoria nodded. I picked her up, my arms around her waist, and she put her arms around my neck. She felt a lot heavier with the weights in her life jacket. I stepped to the edge of the boat and looked at her again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
“I love you, John. Always.”
“I love you too.”
I shifted my weight over to my right and we both went over the side of the boat. I’d taken the buoyancy aids out of my life jacket too and replaced them with weights. I’d not told Victoria this but I wasn’t going to let her be alone.
I’ll always remember that first kiss…
The story was inspired, firstly by the starter sentence and secondly by the photograph above. I took this whilst on my current job. I’m working on a house on the north side of Loch Tay and that is the view from the front porch of the house. It’s a stunning view.
Hope you liked it. If you did leave a comment but if you didn’t well, you can leave a comment as well ;-)…