Just rambling through the forest of life.



The judge had served his sentence, guilty of death by reckless driving and under the influence. He threw the book at the man, gave him 15 years. That was 10 years ago. Since then she had transferred to the suburbs of a new city, new job, new team, new house and now a fresh start. Each year she would travel to the junction, lay a reef, say a prayer.

The trip did get easier, easier to say goodbye, but was never easy to forget. Now looking down at the man in the bath, his key still hanging around his neck, his connection to a lost life, as far as she could remember he had never taken it off. It was the same as her photo she had on the bedside table of her husband and daughter. It was taken on the local park, they were both smiling, a smile frozen in time. A memory to last forever.

She felt guilty that she knew she was falling so much in love with him, she shouldn’t be doing that, she have loved her family and continued to love them. How can she really love this man? She smiled and remembered when they first mate.

It was a cool Autumn morning, the sky had just risen and was slowly climbing up in the sky, a haze lay over the city. The droning, buzzing noise of the morning traffic sounded across the roads. She was just parked up finishing her night shift, ready to go for a coffee before retiring for the day,entering her favourite coffee shop she saw him. He was across the bar, busy reading his paper, coffee on the counter steaming, freshly made, freshly poured and freshly drank. He looked up and catch her eye, she looked, he became embarrassed when he saw he had taken over the counter. It had become a make shift office. He quickly threw it into his case, cleared the paper and made room for her.

She felt an emotion she had not felt for some time, a softening in her heart, a smile on her face. They sat and talked, she forgot the time, he forgot to go. What broke the connection was his phone going off, his mate calling him, he was late. Quick apology and he was gone, money left on the counter and a phone number on a napkin with her name on in his hand. That was 2 years ago, they dated a few times, never made any promises or demands, just spent their free time together whenever they could. They would spend long hours through the night in each others arms, in summer they drove out, and sat on blankets under star light skies, in winter in front of the open fire. whispering to each other through the night, finally falling asleep by dawns early light.


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