So it came to be that the days passed. These turned into weeks, those into months which blurred into years, and these into decades spent in a frenzy of activity. So many commitments really left little time to dream, or truly live.
Becky was proclaimed cured after six months spent in rest and leisure in a state run mental facility. She was welcomed with open arms by her solicitous husband, and her community. Everyone was so ever glad; she was her old self again. Perhaps she was less ebullient, but nice and sweet all the same if one did not register the dull look of her eyes, or the prevailing aura of sadness about her.
She went back to work in a similar field, not the same job as before, but the routine was the same nonetheless. She spent her quiet time watching the Food Network, or The Home Shopping Network, for she loved to shop. Becky also developed an acquired taste for a fancy evening cocktail, she was ever careful to have this after her medicines, so as not to cause an adverse reaction.
Occasionally she had dreams of an erotic nature, a lover; his face not visible would come in her dreams and place tender kisses on her. She did not know why, she felt very uplifted after those occasional dreams. Although with time, these too dwindled in scarcity, and eventually ceased.
Cindy, her dear best friend had been there for her for most of their lives. They had grown, dreamed, laughed, cried and aged in unison. Now in their late sixties, their friendship was as strong as ever.
One Sunday afternoon, Cindy took Becky’s hand as she guided her into the foyer of an old house up for sale. Becky did not know why entering this old house, seemed to stir memories as if she had been here before. She excused herself and wandered about the old house by herself, while Cindy made small talk with the realtor.
All the years, the tears, the longing, and the unmentionable painful treatments she had endured were obliterated. He salved her wounded spirit with his mere proximity. Everything was alright now. She had finally come home, and they would be together – for always.
Becky was proclaimed cured after six months spent in rest and leisure in a state run mental facility. She was welcomed with open arms by her solicitous husband, and her community. Everyone was so ever glad; she was her old self again. Perhaps she was less ebullient, but nice and sweet all the same if one did not register the dull look of her eyes, or the prevailing aura of sadness about her.
She went back to work in a similar field, not the same job as before, but the routine was the same nonetheless. She spent her quiet time watching the Food Network, or The Home Shopping Network, for she loved to shop. Becky also developed an acquired taste for a fancy evening cocktail, she was ever careful to have this after her medicines, so as not to cause an adverse reaction.
Occasionally she had dreams of an erotic nature, a lover; his face not visible would come in her dreams and place tender kisses on her. She did not know why, she felt very uplifted after those occasional dreams. Although with time, these too dwindled in scarcity, and eventually ceased.
Cindy, her dear best friend had been there for her for most of their lives. They had grown, dreamed, laughed, cried and aged in unison. Now in their late sixties, their friendship was as strong as ever.
One Sunday afternoon, Cindy took Becky’s hand as she guided her into the foyer of an old house up for sale. Becky did not know why entering this old house, seemed to stir memories as if she had been here before. She excused herself and wandered about the old house by herself, while Cindy made small talk with the realtor.
All the years, the tears, the longing, and the unmentionable painful treatments she had endured were obliterated. He salved her wounded spirit with his mere proximity. Everything was alright now. She had finally come home, and they would be together – for always.
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image: "The Coalesence" by Catherine Andrews
