Short story
I stood on the dock, looking out over the river. The morning sun was just peeking up over the tree line and casting its rays through the small openings of the dew covered leaves. I stood staring at the light that the perfectly round, orange sun shined down on the water. The water reflected the face of a new day.
Just as my thoughts began to wander, I heard Lenny open the screen door of the camp house that stood several hundred feet behind me, on the most beautiful green hill I had ever seen. Everything about this place was paradise to me. I guess that's why I never left.
My eyes followed the wharf back to the hill where Lenny sat looking at the water, his eyes fixed on the boat we've traveled in on days like today. We had the best of times in that boat, speeding down the river, laughing, singing, and enjoying the company of one another. Oh how I can still, so vividly remember countless occasions we would become overtaken by passion, doing what came naturally in the heat of the moment.
I stood motionless, watching Lenny sit and stare, wondering what he must be thinking. He looked so lost and had looked this way since the fatal two car accident we were in that left one passenger dead. I knew he must be thinking about that night, the night that he learned he would never walk again. Confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he has done nothing but sit outside and stare. I've watched his weight drop slowly because he refuses eat. The guilt is too much for him and he's grieving to death and there's nothing I can do to stop his pain.
I've tried whispering in his ear, the way I always had. I've tried passing my fingers through his hair, hoping to get a response, but failed. Nothing I've tried has brought him out of his shock. I've told him time and time again how much I love him, but he doesn't respond.
He doesn't hear me, and he doesn't feel me. I wish he would... then I could tell him that I forgive him for the accident that ended my life.
© 2009 Babbette Francis/Yevette Cole ~aka~ (SugarRain)
Poetry/Prose
Copy-written under my Pen name and birth name
and is to be published and sold in 2012
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MY LAST REPENT
Silver waters let me lie afloat you,
as I allow your saturation to clothe my naked flesh.
Pull my hair back from my face,
so that I may see the stars above me.
Calm your motion around me
and allow me to meditate in still of night.
Sustain me for just one moment
as I reflect on my blessings and curses.
Hold me up with your sea of strength,
as I look to the heavens above
and offer up my plea of repentance for what I've done
then allow the bitter of my tears to add to your dazzling power.
Before washing away my sorrows,
so that I will not be found with tear-stained eyes,
I ask that you permit one last repent
for what I am about to do.
My battles of good and evil have weakened my flesh,
forced me to lie upon you and be taken deep
into your watery grave
so that I can sin no more.
I readily sacrifice my body to the deep
and trust my soul be saved
... from the demons that haunt it.
© 2011 Babbette Francis/Yevette Cole