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

Three Years

Traditionally, year three is leather. If you choose to go modern the gift is crystal or glass. No matter what, a three year anniversary is a milestone. Every anniversary is a milestone, whether it’s less than three years or every year proceeding.

I’m happy to announce that this month marks the three year anniversary of my blog. And I’m not looking for gifts of leather or crystal or glass. The strength lays in my posts, in the stories about life and how we’re all human. It’s in the poetry, the history, the photography and everything I chose to write. I believe beauty is also in those same stories. It’s a big, beautiful world out there. We simply have to remember to stop and take a look around.

I’d like to thank all of my followers and those who have supported me over the years. You are all a big part of this blog and it wouldn’t be possible without you. I look forward to another three years of blogging and beyond.

Thank you!

The Nature of It

tears cascade
like a waterfall
down rosy cheeks
into saltwater pools
that moisten the ground
where hopes, dreams, flowers grow
for love and lost
has never been so

Being Human

one heart
dances rhythmically
in our chest
pumping blood
through a series of canals
pulse with life
hearts may break
dreams may shatter
may flood our eyes
is patient
becoming the past
as we march on
we rise and fall
and rise again
like a Phoenix from the ashes
we are

Rise and Fall

all shooting stars fall to earth
most angels fall from grace
all leaves fall with changing seasons
most sinners fall at the end of their days

there’s heaven in your eyes
and pleasure on your face
the devil lives inside
these twisted games you play

memories arise
some things can’t be erased
the past is left in dust
some things can’t be changed

broken wings can’t fly
and broken words falter
mind and soul contradict
our heart’s true desire