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The Reunion (A 500 Word Story)

He checked his watch as clouds floated across the late afternoon sky. The window framed his body and the harbor in front of him. He frowned as he stared at the watch-face, time ticking away, yet what else was there but time. And pain.

After a moment he looked down at the small harbor. The dock stretched parallel along the edge of town. At one point it broke off as a walkway out to sea. Perhaps a pathway home?

He waited like a good soldier at his post, watching the dock and the boats as they gently rocked. The sound of his watch grew louder, then transitioned into the sound of high-heels against the linoleum floor. His thoughts dispersed as he looked around the empty building — nothing. He returned his attention to the sea, concentrating on the slowly moving water.

In his mind he screamed her name.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement — a woman. He turned toward her, but her face was covered by a veil of long brown hair. As she swept it back, twisting it into a long curl that draped over her shoulder, he was astonished by her familiar beauty.

She looked up at him with a kind, or was it pitiful, smile.

Feeling foolish, he quickly turned away. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

He looked at his watch. The second hand ticked away all the moments they could have spent together.

“Who is she? The woman you lost?”
His head snapped around to meet her gaze, two soulful brown eyes, disturbingly familiar in their own way.

“There’s sadness in your eyes.”

A feeling of comfort washed over him, her soft voice ringing in his ears. “My wife. She wasn’t suppose to die, not yet,” he said more to himself.

“We have no control over such things.”

“I should’ve been with her,” he said, looking back out over the water. “I should’ve been there when they found her body, when they pulled her from the water. We always took out the boat together, but this time she couldn’t wait. She loved the sea and she couldn’t wait.”

“What makes you think you could have saved her?”

Anger bubbled as he looked at her, so familiar yet strange at the same time. She only said what he had known for the last seven years.

“I lost someone close to me too,” she said. “My husband.”

The man patiently waited, watching her.

“Time,” she said after a moment. “Time took him away. He lost himself waiting. Eventually time robbed him of his life and took away everything recognizable about him.”

He looked back toward the sea, shaking his head.

“Your wife still loves you,” whispered the woman as the sound of heels once again echoed throughout the building.

When the man turned, she was gone. He went back to looking out to sea, but the clicking of high-heels and the ticking of his watch resonated in his mind.

A New Blog Addition

Dear Readers,

The last few months I’ve been working hard on a new section of my blog. Many of you, along with family and friends, have asked what I’ve been up to, but I’ve kept it secret…until now.

Since the beginning of the year I’ve been dropping hints, leaving little breadcrumbs. (This was partially for fun and to see who’s paying attention.) Some of you even know about the new project I’ve been working on. This new project is the new addition.

Within the last two years, I’ve began to share my poetry on this blog. Now, I’m exciting to announce that I’ll also be sharing my fiction. I write all types of stories at different lengths, but for this new addition I’ll be sharing my 500 word stories.

The first story will be posted shortly and I’m excited to share these stories with all of you. Thank you for your support and continuous following.

~ Nicole

Stolen Hearts

like a thief in the night
he stole her heart
and the angels cried
for not doing their part

the sky lived in fear
her tears would rain down
like shooting stars
upon the ground

the universe shook
in an earthquake of laughter
with the realization
she had acted faster

Let Go

I hope you’ve all been having a wonderful 2018 so far. This year I didn’t do my regular New Year Day post, as I’ve been working on something new for this blog (and it’s coming soon), but I wish you all the best for 2018.

Entering into the new year, I had a thought — let go. Let go of negative people, they only seem to drag you down. Let go of negative things, they only seem to pull you in deeper. Simply let go of negativity.

I think, maybe, as humans we like holding on. Whatever the reason might be, we seem to cling to the past. I’m not saying to forget. Memories are wonderful, for many reasons, and they will always be ours. No one can take our memories away, good and bad, but we have to know when to let go and move on. And, sometimes, we don’t like change. We become comfortable with how thing are and fear change, but sometimes it can be good. With change comes new opportunities. As letting go of an old year and embrace a new one, it’s the perfect time to also let got of negativity and take hold of a positive outlook.

So let it go and be free. I know it probably sounds easier then it is to do, but it’s possible. Life is to short to hold onto negativity. Begin the new year with good vibes and let positivity into your life.

A Year in Photos

This year has been full of ups and downs, as life usually is, but when I have my camera in my hands I’m on a constant natural high. Over the last twelve months I’ve had the opportunity to photograph some amazing bands. I’ve traveled to places I’ve never been before, explored other places I know well and have simply done what I love. So, to end the year, here are some of my favorite photos from 2017.

To see more photos please visit my website.

Skillet

Skillet at Upstate Concert Hall

Switchfoot

Switchfoot at Roberts Wesleyan College

Between Seasons

Oneonta, NY

Charlotte Cardin

Charlotte Cardin at Upstate Concert Hall

Parkway Drive

Parkway Drive at Upstate Concert Hall

Stolen Rhodes

Stolen Rhodes at Sticky Lips Juke Joint

Door

George Eastman’s House – Rochester, NY

Heavenly

Ocean City, NJ

Switchfoot

Switchfoot at Hampton Beach Casino Ballroom

Driftwood

Hampton Beach, NH

Switchfoot

Switchfoot at House of Blues Boston

Mountain View

Catskills, NY

A Painter's Table

Thomas Cole’s House/Studio – Catskills, NY

Birdbath in the Garden

Emily Dickinson’s House – Amherst, MA

MuteMath

MuteMath at House of Blues Boston

A Fall View

Saratoga Springs, NY

Jillian Cardarelli

Jillian Cardarelli at Upstate Concert Hall

Carousel III

Saratoga Springs, NY

Fall Ladybug

Saratoga Springs, NY

Doors

Saratoga Springs, NY

Maggie in Winter

Maggie in Winter

What’s In A Year?

A year is more than calendar pages flying by. It’s made up of more than 365 days. It’s more than 52 weeks, 12 months. A year is made up of memories.

With 2018 fast approaching, I’ve been thinking about all the adventures I’ve been on, all the memories I’ve made and the people I’ve made them with this year. It hasn’t been all good, but it hasn’t been all bad either. I think life is give and take. We take the good with the bad and the bad with the good. It’s been a year of tears and sorrow, disappointments and frustrations, loss and heartache. But it’s also been a year of joy and laughter, triumphs and satisfaction, discovery and love.

Everyone has a story to tell and a lesson to teach, if only we’re willing to open our eyes and listen. Everyone on this earth has a purpose and everyone who enters our lives, no matter the length of time, has a purpose. I’ve learned about the world, life, myself and so much more. There are some people who have thought me all they can, some who are still teaching, some who have taught me more then they may ever know and those I have yet to meet who will also teach me something. And for each one of these people, I’m thankful.

Traveling is something that I’ve grown to love. It’s a big, beautiful world out there and I want to see as much of it as I can. This year has taken me to places I’ve never been. Part of being in new places is the thrill of the unknown. I’ll admit, it can be scary as much as thrilling. But you never know what you’ll find around the corner, down a particular street or walking along the sands of an unexplored beach. I’ve traveled with family and friends. I’ve traveled near and far. Sometimes, I don’t think it matters where we travel, but who we’re with. And I love the people who travel with me.

All in all I would say it’s been a good year. And as 2017 is quickly coming to an end maybe we should all take a look back because a year is made up of much more than 365 days. It’s made up of memories.