01-13-2021, 09:03 PM
The soft glow of red-orange painted the sky in beautiful, alternating layers. That smell of the sea
filling the air and Delia's lungs. No wonder this was their place. It was splendor. Paradise.
She sat watching the tide wash in, leaving behind small remnants of dislodged plant life. The tranquility
was otherworldly. Broken only by the distant motion on her periphery. Turning to look she sees a man
walking towards her. Slowly, non-threatening. He keeps near the water's edge; his pants rolled up to
the knee. Delia stands and brushes the sand from her jeans. The man gets closer. Her heart raced with
an exhilarating confusion; could it be?
It was her Charlie.
She was motionless as tears began choking her eyes. They poured forth in a swell of emotion she hadn't
known in years. He was now close enough for her to see him smiling. Smiling at her the way he used to. She
tried to swallow past the lump in her throat but was not successful. Her legs took flight and she raced
towards her one and only Love.
The water was now crashing higher, hitting Charlie near the waist. Delia ran faster. His eyes found her, looking
up to see his sweet Forever, his smile becoming more joyous as tears came forth. Delia getting closer, sobbing
uncontrollably, her arms reaching out for him. The tide now an engulfing force, washing him from shore to
sea. Delia's face transformed by panic, jumping into the water to grab hold of her one true love. His body going
under, her hands grasping so desperately to save him. Plunging beneath the surface she finds only agitated froth.
She fights the tide to get to her feet, making every attempt to set eyes upon him. Nothing. Once more into
the foam; her hope now heartbreak. Delia fights her way back to shore. Breathless, bewildered. He was gone.
Gazing out into those waters, she very reluctantly began to relive the torment of losing him all over again.
Falling onto her hands and knees, she wept hard and bitter. The crushing despair now consuming. Blackest
pain in every part of her. His death was her death.
She is jolted awake by a loud knock at her door. It gradually settles in; just a terrible bad dream.
filling the air and Delia's lungs. No wonder this was their place. It was splendor. Paradise.
She sat watching the tide wash in, leaving behind small remnants of dislodged plant life. The tranquility
was otherworldly. Broken only by the distant motion on her periphery. Turning to look she sees a man
walking towards her. Slowly, non-threatening. He keeps near the water's edge; his pants rolled up to
the knee. Delia stands and brushes the sand from her jeans. The man gets closer. Her heart raced with
an exhilarating confusion; could it be?
It was her Charlie.
She was motionless as tears began choking her eyes. They poured forth in a swell of emotion she hadn't
known in years. He was now close enough for her to see him smiling. Smiling at her the way he used to. She
tried to swallow past the lump in her throat but was not successful. Her legs took flight and she raced
towards her one and only Love.
The water was now crashing higher, hitting Charlie near the waist. Delia ran faster. His eyes found her, looking
up to see his sweet Forever, his smile becoming more joyous as tears came forth. Delia getting closer, sobbing
uncontrollably, her arms reaching out for him. The tide now an engulfing force, washing him from shore to
sea. Delia's face transformed by panic, jumping into the water to grab hold of her one true love. His body going
under, her hands grasping so desperately to save him. Plunging beneath the surface she finds only agitated froth.
She fights the tide to get to her feet, making every attempt to set eyes upon him. Nothing. Once more into
the foam; her hope now heartbreak. Delia fights her way back to shore. Breathless, bewildered. He was gone.
Gazing out into those waters, she very reluctantly began to relive the torment of losing him all over again.
Falling onto her hands and knees, she wept hard and bitter. The crushing despair now consuming. Blackest
pain in every part of her. His death was her death.
She is jolted awake by a loud knock at her door. It gradually settles in; just a terrible bad dream.
