if it were any more cruel, he would have broken down. he was getting older by the day. his body was giving way and he could barely sustain the effort every single day demanded. he had no idea if it were Grace’s presence that egged him on, or exactly that, taking all the toll. he sat there in the centre-corner twirling the ring on his finger feeling distracted. nervous energy perhaps he thought, as he munched on pineapple cream biscuits; only because no one else would share it.
Grace. a concept. as he sat by himself in that crowd of faces, he managed a swig and smiled for the first time all day. Grace would cross by smiling at him. another swig later, Grace would fade away. twiddling thumbs and playing. slanting and swinging. distracted by white pigeons flying and letting loose the hair. smiling in darkness and spreading. scents and hugs. caressing and breathing. the unison in grace. my Grace.
as he sat beside Grace, smiling, the two so intertwined they defied time-space and passed on to the eternal. impossible would now be possible in this realm. he stared deep in yearning. Grace stared back with not much hope in those smokey eyes. the aura surrounded him. tonight. he felt childlike. throwing up playthings, breaking them and laughing. tottering and imbalanced he stood up, circumspect. looking around and smiling. walking finally clutching tight onto Grace’s cold palm.
Grace is gone.
Good Stuff.
loved this one.