EPILOGUE
Being
awaken from her deep, anesthetized sleep she heard a subdued, distant
voice, "Good Morning Beautiful. Open your eyes." Feeling groggy and
some pain, smiling, she put out her hand and opened her eyes wanting to touch and see him, hoping he would be there, knowing he had come, someone she had waited for and sooo needed to see. But it was not him. It was the doctor.
Saddened and disconcerted, this caused her to recall her final S.A.M she had sent to the publisher-" He was always just a fantasy I dreamed of and made into whom I wanted him to be. He never was "real"."
Pain
reeled through her, not from the surgery but from her heart, and tears
ran down her cheeks into her ears, as she tightly closed hers eyes
trying to push out reality. Grieving the loss she had created. She drifted off into a deep sleep, knowing that in this space in her life, she was physically alone and wouldn't ever be receiving the sweet texts she had yearned for and had written about.
It had been her fingers, that had typed the words, that the story had come through, and yet she still acted perplexed and disappointed with the unfavorable ending. Where was that magic wand? Where were her messages? Where was he?!
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Her
friend quietly helped her get into the car, placing her hospital
belongings in the back seat and assisting her with the seat belt. No
words were spoken then, because good friends "just know" as did hers.
Getting behind the wheel, her friend reached over and squeezed her hand,
looking with empathetic eyes directly at her and succinctly said, "It will all be o.k."
Turning
on the car, the radio filled the silent, dead space between them with
music. As she both longingly and blankly stared out the window, she
braced herself for her new life that would now be filled with loneliness and immeasurable sadness. Although he
had just been a fantasy delusion, in an eccentric way, he had sufficed for companionship. She
now knew that once again her existence would be one lived in solitude with no "cyber" anything to fill the "space" in her life.
The
words of the song playing in the background, typed their way into her
head, making her listen more intently as she heard what was impossible......it was the song she had written in her manuscript.....and it was his voice over the air singing......to her.....
Priceless and beautiful beyond compare,
With the rest of my life I want you to share.
I will stay no matter what, always by your side,
As we will now become groom and bride.
I will stay no matter what, baby will you stay with me
Not just for today but for eternity?.............
THE END
Note: Although inspired by real people and events, (and real clothing I own) in my life, this story is fundamentally, fictional.
The S.A.M. Story
has been "spread out" over a months time, so maybe it would be a
different read, now that you are able to go back to the beginning,
reading straight through, without the "cyber breaks". Some pieces may
also now "fit together" and make more "sense". Enjoy!
I said in the beginning (here) that I was trying my hand for the first time at a short story and I asked for your input.
I want to thank all who offered words of advise and encouragement (sounds like my own little academy awards speech doesn't it?) and to the faithful readers throughout this process!
As it really was an unpredictable process, formulating a full blown story, evolving as each day arrived!
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May 29, 2014
April 29, 2014
The S.A.M. Story Part III
PART III
Reassurance from him and her 'inner supporter' encouraged her to revisit the site, this time with a renewed and anticipatory elation. She couldn't believe she was actually on her way to see him "in real life"! Only this time it was a purposeful meeting for them, not just the meeting of two chance strangers.
To say she was teenage-giddy as she drove the quiet, lonely, country highway to him-that felt a times much shorter than it was because of the prospect that lay ahead for her-could not begin to explain what all was going on inside her as her whole being was caught up in it. She sang along jovially, articulating the words loudly to an old CD full of "fun" love songs she had brought along to set the mood, heightening the anticipation for the meeting they had so often discussed through "space".
She had conjured up images and scenes of what it would be like to see him again after half a year of solely cyber communication, not even remembering exactly what he looked like and wondering if he remembered her. Had she known her heart was going to encounter him again she may have been more aware of it all. She may have paid more attention. All she remembered was his welcoming manner and ease in conversation and laughter that he brought. Something that stood out for her and she would later recall with favor.
Still she could not help but wonder if mere words that had lured them towards each other would be enough to connect them and keep them together. Would the longing and want still exist without the safety of spacial detachment?
It was "the kiss"-although "non-physical" then, that moved things to a different level now. It not only advanced things in the essence of time, but in the desire to bridge space with presence. Physical presence. Cravings had strongly influenced and dictated this meeting, leaving the expectancy of unknown, unpredictable, uninhibited emotions and actions "out there".
Reassurance from him and her 'inner supporter' encouraged her to revisit the site, this time with a renewed and anticipatory elation. She couldn't believe she was actually on her way to see him "in real life"! Only this time it was a purposeful meeting for them, not just the meeting of two chance strangers.
To say she was teenage-giddy as she drove the quiet, lonely, country highway to him-that felt a times much shorter than it was because of the prospect that lay ahead for her-could not begin to explain what all was going on inside her as her whole being was caught up in it. She sang along jovially, articulating the words loudly to an old CD full of "fun" love songs she had brought along to set the mood, heightening the anticipation for the meeting they had so often discussed through "space".
She had conjured up images and scenes of what it would be like to see him again after half a year of solely cyber communication, not even remembering exactly what he looked like and wondering if he remembered her. Had she known her heart was going to encounter him again she may have been more aware of it all. She may have paid more attention. All she remembered was his welcoming manner and ease in conversation and laughter that he brought. Something that stood out for her and she would later recall with favor.
Still she could not help but wonder if mere words that had lured them towards each other would be enough to connect them and keep them together. Would the longing and want still exist without the safety of spacial detachment?
It was "the kiss"-although "non-physical" then, that moved things to a different level now. It not only advanced things in the essence of time, but in the desire to bridge space with presence. Physical presence. Cravings had strongly influenced and dictated this meeting, leaving the expectancy of unknown, unpredictable, uninhibited emotions and actions "out there".
April 28, 2014
The S.A.M. Story Part II
Part II
His messages became more urgent and full of eagerness to find a way for them to meet in "person" again. It was an alluring idea at first until she started worrying about all the "what-ifs". What if age difference mattered , what if height was an issue, what if they weren't compatible, what if they weren't physically attracted to each other? He seemed too good to be true. What if this wasn't even real?
But what if it was, and none of those other things mattered? Maturity and time had narrowed her list of "must-haves" in a partner, to the meaningful concerns. She had come to see through to the heart, past the eyes-only perspective. In a non-standard way, as appreciation for life and how fast it can change and be gone had given her an incomparable perspective on life and the values in it.
She would never know unless they gave it a shot. So it was decided to attempt it, and let the fusing of space between them determine the outcome. She knew she would be loyal and committed. He was sure he could provide her what she needed and he wanted her to give him a chance to try.
As a mechanic, fixing things was his specialty. He felt equipped to mend the broken wing and heart of an angel that was part of her past; a pre-existing make-up, although he did not know the cause. She, though timid and nervous about it all, was reluctantly willing to take another chance. And perhaps because of the security of space, it obscured and muddled her legitimate reservations.
His messages became more urgent and full of eagerness to find a way for them to meet in "person" again. It was an alluring idea at first until she started worrying about all the "what-ifs". What if age difference mattered , what if height was an issue, what if they weren't compatible, what if they weren't physically attracted to each other? He seemed too good to be true. What if this wasn't even real?
But what if it was, and none of those other things mattered? Maturity and time had narrowed her list of "must-haves" in a partner, to the meaningful concerns. She had come to see through to the heart, past the eyes-only perspective. In a non-standard way, as appreciation for life and how fast it can change and be gone had given her an incomparable perspective on life and the values in it.
She would never know unless they gave it a shot. So it was decided to attempt it, and let the fusing of space between them determine the outcome. She knew she would be loyal and committed. He was sure he could provide her what she needed and he wanted her to give him a chance to try.
As a mechanic, fixing things was his specialty. He felt equipped to mend the broken wing and heart of an angel that was part of her past; a pre-existing make-up, although he did not know the cause. She, though timid and nervous about it all, was reluctantly willing to take another chance. And perhaps because of the security of space, it obscured and muddled her legitimate reservations.
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