Reflections

The call came at midnight. The same call she gets every year for the past 23. Their love affair was epic, though short lived, he had other obligations that she would not allow him to shirk, and so he agreed to call her at midnight once a year on this very date. Each call is the same as the call from the years before, “I still love you more than life” she says to him and he says to her. His children are grown now, he and his wife are going on 30 years.

She catches her reflection in the window, the sharp angles of her face that made her such a stunning beauty in her twenties have softened in her forties, she is no longer young she knows, but she is still a beauty in her way. In her reflection she sees the grey in her disheveled hair, she is wrapped in a raggedy terry cloth robe and drinking tea from a mug that was a present from him so many years ago.

If she had a wish (she tells herself) it would be that she will fall madly deeply irrationally in love one more time before she leaves this life, she loves loving, but in her reflection she sees something new in her face, a deep sadness she never noticed before this night.

A tear slides down her cheek as the phone continues to ring, she knows she will never fall in love again because she has never fallen out of it. She puts the mug down, wipes her face with her hands, and with trembling fingers she unplugs the phone.

Comment by Edward Dean on April 27, 2010 at 2:01pm Delete Comment
No catch, here’s the truth.
At first I was suspecting “Same Time Next Year.” But you went polar opposite. (Good)
Then you went to a nebulous reality of retribution. ( Ladies love this sh**)
The truth is ……As a reader, I don’t want to hear the truth, I want to hear your (realistic) fantasy.
You insist on telling the truth (like all women) but we readers have enough truth in our own lives. We want fiction to tell us the world is a better place.
Rest of the lecture in a p.m. :)). Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 27, 2010 at 1:29pm Delete Comment
I win??!! Ed, you are so good to me. Now what’s the catch?. Comment by Edward Dean on April 27, 2010 at 1:24pm Delete Comment
Oh shut up!…….So you win!!!!……So it’s beyond marvelous……..So it’s one of the best pieces you’ve ever done……..So you jerked a tear from the corner of my mind…….So how damned good are you?????
Bring on lady!!!.
. Comment by Coraline J. Thompson on April 28, 2010 at 6:42am Delete Comment
hmmm, should I ask or should I not… maybe I’ll wait till I see you at work tomorrow? So very real – hmmm going to go read D.B’s now…. Comment by Lydia on April 27, 2010 at 4:12pm Delete Comment
I loved your story, it’s lovely Alisa..

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: