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Blue Summer Sky
A Blind Pig Vignette
By XoYo
The car shuddered briefly as Michael killed the engine. "All
right," he said. "You can open your eyes now."
Gemma lowered the hand that he had kept over his eyes through the
last stage of the journey. They were parked on the side of a
country lane. A gentle slope, grassy and punctuated with the
blues, reds and yellows of the last wild flowers of the season
ran down to the banks of a slow-moving stream. A copse of leafy
trees sat to their left, breaking the late afternoon sunshine
into warm dapples of light and shadow. The sky looked almost too
blue to be real, broken only by a few thin patches of perfect white
cloud. Somewhere, off in the far distance, church bells sounded.
"You bastard," Gemma said, fighting back tears. "How could you?"
Without speaking, Michael opened the car door and stepped out. A
cool breeze blew a few stray strands of hair across his face. He
sat against the bonnet of the car and waited, trying to look
calmer than he felt. Eventually he heard the other door open and
close. Gemma appeared in front of him and stood, arms crossed
and hips cocked.
"OK," he said, pouting. "You win. Now what?"
Michael thought for a moment. "Let's go down to the water."
Gemma nodded, a look of impatience on his face. "You'd better
not have brought a picnic lunch, though." He turned and started
down the slope. Involuntarily, Michael paused for a moment. The
picture came into his mind of Gemma as she had been when they had
first come here in the early days of their courtship. He could
see her hips swaying under the thin primrose-coloured cotton of
her summer dress, her long blonde hair moving in counterpoint.
He clenched his eyes for a moment as he tried to shake an emotion
he could not name.
"I thought this was your idea," Gemma said sharply, pulling
Michael back to the here-and-now.
"Yes. Sorry about that." Michael followed his wife down toward
the stream. "Just woolgathering."
They sat down together in silence, under the arc of a weeping
willow. The strands of its leaves reached down and kissed the
surface of the water, leaving small ripples as contact was made
and broken. "Now what?" Gemma asked, his voice quiet and
strained.
"Now we talk. Now we say the things that will make everything
better. There has to be something. I thought this place would
be enough. We'd come here and all the words I had inside me
would come out in the right order and you'd hear them and
understand and everything would be all right again." Michael
kept his voice steady but his body betrayed him, trembling
slightly. "I'm sorry. It should have been perfect."
Gemma turned away and looked at the stream. "There should have
been ducks," he said. "There were last time. Ducks and a dirty
great swan." He plucked a few blades of grass and tossed them
idly on the water's surface. They both watched them disappear
downstream in silence. "Oh well," Gemma said, "We don't have any
bread anyhow."
There was a rustle of plastic as Michael pulled a bag from his
pocket. He put it down on the grass in front of them. Visible
inside were a few stale slices of a granary loaf.
"Oh." Gemma put a hand over his mouth. "Oh my God." He moved
the hand up to his eyes briefly as they filled with tears.
"It's only bread," Michael said, holding his wife's shoulder.
Their eyes met for a moment, drifted apart in embarrassment and
then met again and locked. "Just bread."
"How can you?" Gemma swallowed hard, fighting hard to keep his
emotions under control. "How can you still feel this way after
so much has changed? After I've changed?"
"I won't pretend I haven't had doubts. There are times it would
have been so easy to walk away. I know you would have let me."
Gemma nodded silently, still holding his husband's gaze.
"But what I always come back to is that whatever else has
happened, you're still the person, if not the woman that I
married. It's going to take a hell of a lot more than this to
make me stop loving you." There was more he had to say, so much
more, but his voice betrayed him. His words trailed off into
silence.
"It's all right. I know you still love me. You don't have to
work so hard to convince me. For what it's worth I still love
you just as much as when I married you. I just can't help the
feeling that it's not enough. Maybe there are some things that
love just can't overcome."
They both turned away again, the moment disappearing into time.
Michael looked down into the eddies playing along the surface of
the stream, at the way the light caught them and made them
sparkle. In the middle of such a setting, he thought, there
should be no room for pain. This is a place of love and
happiness.
"I beg to differ," he said at last and leaned over to kiss his
wife. At first Gemma pulled his face away, and then, knowing
that this was a moment that would never come again, met his
husband's lips.
In the meadow where as nervous and lovesick teenagers, Michael
and Gemma had shared their first kiss, they kissed again. The
people they had been were separated over time and circumstances
from those they were now. Still, for that moment, all the
differences stopped mattering and they were everything they had
ever been to each other. Time passed. Water flowed. The first
kiss lingered.
* * *
Michael rolled the plastic wrapping of the loaf into a neat
packet and tucked it back into his pocket. There were still no
ducks on the stream and the evening air was beginning to turn
chilly.
Gemma leaned over and pushed back the loose strands of hair from
his husband's face. "So is that it now? Is everything supposed
to be back how it was?"
"I think it's going to take more than one kiss for that, don't
you? Still, it's a start."
"Yes. Yes it is. A good start. Thank you."
"So what's next? Renewed intimacy? Passionate sex? A long and
happy life together? I suppose kids may pose a problem."
"There's always adoption, you know." Gemma smiled and was
surprised when it built to a laugh.
"Yes." Michael joined in the laughter. "I suppose there is." An
overwhelming feeling of love filled him, threatening to stop his
breath. For the first time in months he felt a flutter of
unconditional hope. Gently, he took hold of his wife's hand and
walked him back to the car.
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