She stood at the front door waiting for him to turn on the alarm and lock up. Rain was pouring down. She stepped forward to feel it touch her skin.
Turner watched her for a few seconds. Then he laughed at her. She was something else.
“You’ll be dripping wet.” He warned her as he searched his keys.
“Yeah, so? Have you ever felt the rain on your skin. Fully appreciate it?” Like most people Turner was brought up to despise the rain. Something that ruined plans, days, weddings. A nuisance.
He decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. He stood next to her, took her hand and like her bent his head back. The drips touched his cheeks, his forehead. It made his skin tingle. She was right, it was a lovely feel.
“It’s like a hug from mother nature.” She said, turning towards him.
His hands were on her sides. He stared in her lively eyes. She moved towards him. Her lips touching his. Tasting the rain. To say she never felt this was grossly understated. She wanted him to touch her, to feel her skin, to taste her. To whisper in her ear.
They were soaking wet within seconds. Lightning in the distance made Fiona tense up.
“It’s ok.” Turner whispered. He held her tight, not sure if he was ready to let go of her. He liked the new Fiona.
Here's just a simple little ditty I wrote on this quiet Saturday afternoon. Enjoy! (ps unedited etc.)
“Come on, dude. How long were you planning to keep mourning this relationship? Let’s go out tonight. A guy’s night. I’ll leave Debra at home and we’ll see if we can get you some.”
“I don’t need some. Honestly, I’m not sulking here. Just enjoying some alone time.”
Jake was relentless. “Eric, a friend of mine’s band is playing down town tonight. They do a few of our songs. Come on, it’ll be fun. You have to get out man.”
So Eric was getting dressed now. He had retrieved a pair of jeans from the hamper and an wrinkled shirt from the growing mountain of clean laundry. Normally he was very precise in such matters. Right now he didn’t care much for it though.
He was just done as he heard his friend’s car horn from the driveway.( Read more...Collapse )
The smell of home met Adam at the door.
He had parked his car round the back, helped Emily get out of it and, without taking out any of the luggage, walked her up to the house.
They entered through the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked cookies seemed to welcome them.
Emily immediately noticed the plate on the kitchen table. They had to be very fresh. Because as she took one she told her father they were still warm.
What caught Adam’s attention was the bouquet of flowers on the table. Not a neat bouquet from a florist but flowers he recognised from the drive up to the house. They were tied together with a piece of twine he could see hanging by the side of the vase.
Emily took another cookie and headed for the kitchen door to see the rest of the house.( Read more...Collapse )
Adam sat on the back porch with his laptop. In the past a glass or even bottle of whisky would have been standing within reach. Now he no longer cared for the stuff.
His laptop was emitting some light but he was not looking at it.
Realizing that he closed it and put it aside.
Staring in the darkness of the lawn and the trees ahead Abbey’s face came to mind. Adam had the feeling that somehow he had missed something. She had told him he had come for his peace and quiet like her. This would indicate that she knew where he came from. Or had it been a lucky guess?
He knew what he was getting away from.
The hectic life he had lived with Emily’s mother. The alcohol and drugs that came with living with someone on the fast side of life.( Read more...Collapse )
In the car Emily told Adam about the time spent with Abbey. The girl sounded so happy and free that he couldn’t bring himself to set a punishment for her. His parents, of course, would be abhorred by that lack of discipline.
Adam smiled. He would show his parents he could take care of his own daughter. And would do so in a way that fit him and Emily.
True, at first he had been a bit worried about leaving Emily with Abbey. After all, as she herself had said, how well did they know each other? But something about her felt right. Authentic.
When Adam had seen her again that night he had known for sure. She had been through the mill as well. Her life had not been easy.
It had been long ago that he had given up on the idea of Cosmic Intervention. Maybe he had done so too soon.( Read more...Collapse )
Adam carefully stepped into Emily’s bedroom and sat down on the rocking chair. Abbey had painted it in a fresh green colour. Not that he could see that in the dark. He could almost feel the care and love she had put into this room.
As he watched Emily sleep a tear rolled over his cheek, and another, and another. He had cried before. After he had lost his wife. And when his parents had taken his daughter away. This was different. It felt cleansing. He was clean for over a year now. He had fought to get his life back together.
What Abbey had told him, scared him. He had thought she was the most stable person he had ever met. Maybe she was and she just didn’t know it yet.
Before Emily woke up he retired to his own room.
Sunday was spent bringing his parents to the airport. Emily did accompany him this time.
After thinking it over thoroughly, that Monday after he had taken Emily to school, Adam went back to the lighthouse.( Read more...Collapse )
In the State of Denial
There’s a town called Oblivious
And there, on a street no one knows
And no one cares about
There’s a house
In that house lives a woman
Strolled away from anger
Tucked away from hurt
Smiling to all her friends
Because she’s strong enough
To hide it all away
And pretend it’s not there
I envy her
I'm not a poet at all. Sometimes this stuff just happens.