We embark on a journey today on Drabble Wednesday, a trek
through worlds sublime, and stories short…
Bon Voyage
I heard the gulls squawking, and the sound of crashing waves
as the ocean rolled past the day into twilight. The last vestige of sun
scattered through the gathered clouds, glinting sparkles off the water. In the
company of this grand sea, I remembered better days, sorted memories like
photos in a forgotten album; scenes of picnics at the beach, sunset walks,
laughing children.
The reminiscences helped. They distracted from the cold,
from the water that invaded my nose, my mouth, my lungs. Then I shut my eyes as
I choked my final breath and sank beneath the ocean’s surface.
The Morning
He settled on the grassy hillside and removed a hard biscuit
from his rucksack. He chewed the tough bread—his only breakfast—and watched the
sun rise above the fog shrouded mountains he left behind. Wondrous colours
diffused the sky, a melange of titian and burnt umber, brushed with blush, that
spread across a heavenly field of sapphire blue.
The old tree still stood in the meadows beyond the mountains
and he remembered the day he carved his initials, and Ellen’s, in the bark. The
day he first kissed her. She was gone now, and he could no longer stay.
Rendezvous
Alice waited on the train platform, her carpetbags packed
with her belongings. She clutched her ticket, wondering for the umpteenth time
if she was a fool. Risking it all for love, for Avery, a man with twinkling
hazel eyes and promises of marriage. Her father would never take her back,
never forgive her shunning the husband he
picked out in favour of a gentleman he considered a wastrel.
She checked her small pocket watch again. What would she do
if he didn’t show?
“I’m not that late, am I?”
Alice spun, greeted by his smile and a matching train
ticket.
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