Reflections from the Snow Ch 02
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As my eyes start to close, I have one last thought, a prayer almost.
I pray that when my eyes close again… I find peace. But not the peace of dreams. Please, if anyone is listening… no more dreams.
And then my eyes flutter shut.
—
‘Hey, Dad?’
‘Dad, wake up.’
‘Dad… DAD… we’re there.’
I open my eyes wearily. I was dreaming and…what was I dreaming of?
My son parked the car, and reached over to undo my seat belt for me, the arrogant shit.
‘You think I can’t get myself out of a damn seat belt?’ I snap angrily. I press my palm against the door, my handprint coding the door to ‘open’. I swivel my hips and wince.
The cold, brisk air hits me like a ton of… something. Was it cement? Yes. A ton of cement, I think
‘Dad! Jesus, you’re going to catch something.’ He quickly got out of the car, to help me out.
‘I’m 82, I’ve been sicker than a dog for the last 8 years, and if I want to get out of this damn thing, I’ll get out.’
I’m in a bad mood, and taking it out on Michael isn’t helping much. He grabs my arm, and helps me out of the vehicle. I look down, to see snow. I’m immediately grateful that he made me wear thick shoes. I wanted to wear sandals. For some reason, I hate wearing socks.
That always drove her crazy.
—
‘It’s December.’
‘Yup.’
‘And you’re wearing sandals, because…?’
‘It’s not that cold out.’ I said calmly.
She turned her head and ‘mm hmd’ me.
‘Hey, I was just thinking..’ I remarked, as we walked towards the door. ‘We should have sex tonight.’
She turned and let out a sexy, evil laugh.
‘Okay.’
—
I chuckled out loud, then coughed as I inhaled the cold air. Damn, it’s cold.
‘Your mother loved having sex, you know.’ I said.
Michael stopped in the snow and cursed.
‘I really…really… REALLY hate it when you tell me these things.’
I laughed, not cruelly, at his discomfort. ‘Please. You and your wife pounded out your kids faster than I ever would’ve thought possible. And your sister and her husband aren’t far behind. Your mother and I were like jackrabbits in bed, but you and your wife… I’m impressed.’
‘I’m not listening’
‘No, really. I’m impressed.’ I grinned. He was so easy to tease. Sadly, he reminded me of his mother right then.
‘Dad, would you….’ His voice quieted down.
‘Yes, yes.’ I coughed, grabbing his arm. The air was doing a number on me.
And then we were there. The snow was falling, maybe from the trees, I couldn’t tell. But under it, there she was, marked by a piece of granite, rest her soul.
My wife, passed away 5 years ago.
—
‘I still can’t believe you’re here.’ She said late one night. I had only moved down a few weeks before.
‘Yeah, well, I can’t believe I’m here either.’ I said quietly, folding my arms behind my head. Truthfully, it was an agonizing decision. To leave my life, and move away from my friends, had been difficult. She knew how hard it was, but we both knew that her career was taking off in the city, and my writing could be done anywhere.
‘I better be your favorite,’ I reminded her, one hand sneaking over her thighs, fingers creping down past her waist. She lay there for a second, then parted her legs.
‘You are my… um…favorite,’ She replied breathily, as my fingers stroked her slowly. She curled up closer against me, and pushed her ass against my crotch.
I nuzzled her neck and kept my fingers moving, sliding downwards, until I found her little bump, Her body shuddered as my fingers began stroking, and her hips started rubbing against me.
‘Yes.’ She said again. ‘You’re my favorite,’ she purred.
—
I leaned down, and put the flowers against her headstone. My knees shook, and I cursed myself for not wearing thicker pants, or for carrying a portable body-heater. Damn technology never does you any good, if it’s not around.
Michael laid his flowers down gingerly, hands shaking. He was always emotional about coming out here. It’s why I didn’t like going with him, but I would never tell him that. Part of the reason is that I would get emotional, too.
Damn stubborn pride, both of us.
I stepped back and turned away slightly. I knew he needed a minute, and so I gave him his privacy, while my thoughts wandered.
—
‘Two.’ She said abruptly, turning over her shoulders to face me.
‘One.’ I said tiredly. My body was limp and exhausted, and not just from writing for 8 hours that day.
‘Two.’ She purred pointedly, pushing me on my back, and straddling me.
‘Oh, THAT’S not fair.’ I pointed out. She reached in-between my legs, and grabbed me softly, slowly moving her wrist up and down. I groaned.
‘Um…One.’ I said, my resolve weakening.
She leaned down and nibbled on my ear. Oh, she’s good, I thought. She’s been planning this, I thought to myself. But still…
‘One. Only one.’ I responded pointedly. She abruptly lifted her hips and slid down on to me. I moaned loud.
She whispered in my ear, ‘I want two… please.’
Her hips rose and fell. And I gave in.
‘Fine. Two kids.’
Her body responded eagerly to my change-of-heart. She cheated, of course. But that was the only way she ever won.
—
Michael stood up slowly, and placed one hand on the gravestone. He was saying goodbye, it appeared. He wiped his face, and walked back towards the car. He knew I liked my privacy, too.
I hobbled towards her, heart pounding my chest.
‘I come here,’ I started, ‘Because the kids expect me to. As far as I’m concerned, I see you and talk to you and love you every day, because you’re still alive in my heart.’
‘And in the house…’ I whispered, wiping away tears of my own, ‘I see you everywhere.’
‘I’ve been having this dream.’ I said after a moment’s silence. ‘A dream where I made a different decision… where I chose not to come down to you in the city. It’s an odd dream… we never really saw each other again, after that one month when we were together.’
‘I can’t imagine…’ I paused, my heart pounding in my chest. ‘I can’t imagine that life…’
‘That life without you.’
The wind blew around me, snow blowing in my face, but I ignored it.
‘It was difficult for me, because there were times when I thought I loved you, more than you loved me. But, I had to take the chance. I couldn’t lose you.’
—
I was nervous, the tickets in my pocket. It had taken me weeks of planning, hiding, and some outright lying, but I was fairly certain she had no idea.
This would be it. After living with her for two years, I would know if this was meant to be or meant to be over.
She came through the door, running late. Not a surprise, because I know how she is.
‘Hey.’ I said brightly.
‘Hey, I just need to finish packing some stuff and…’ She stopped, seeing her luggage by the door.
‘You’re packed.’ I said rapidly. ‘And we’re going.’
She frowned. ‘We don’t need that much, if we’re going to see my parents.’
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