I shake my head in disbelief it's him. Ethan, right in front of me, walking towards the
water. I would know his walk and frame anywhere, even after thirty years. I fight the urge
to run up to him and say, "I can't believe you're here! I never stopped loving
you! Why aren't you dead? And why are you in New Hampshire?"
"Whoa, hold on. Don't you think you should look at his face?" The small voice
in my head speaks, overpowering the throbbing sounds that rise through my throat and into my
ears. I turn and see Jennifer; she's getting ready to leave.
I feel like shouting, "Jennifer the love of my life came back from the dead, and
he's here, on the beach. We can't leave." I fear she'll think I'm nuts.
We haven't known each other long and Jen is not used to my idiosyncrasies.
"Jennifer, you getting ready to go?" Nothing like asking the obvious.
"I'm a bit tired and I want to be awake driving home. Do you mind?"
"Not if I can take another dip." I really don't feel like swimming, but he is
in the water and I need to see his face.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Posted by Sherryl Clark at Friday, August 01, 2008