The last time I ever saw her, she was wrapped in a torn leather jacket, shivering as the ambulance took her. I didn’t know it was the last time.
They dredged our crumpled Dodge from the dark riverbed and found my powder white body inside.
I hope she loves again.
The war raged for two more years. Still, he never returned. She stopped waiting.
She married a decent man from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne and had four beautiful children.
Twenty-five years charged by.
She was out walking when she saw him.
Third row, fifth section. He was at peace; now she could be.
Sitting at Redhill station, a train pulls in. A stranger looks from the window and smiles. Her smile speaks of self-consciousness, flirtation, warmth, decision. Shoulder length dark hair, loving eyes, perfect lips. I smile back. The train splutters and we know we’ll never see each other again. My love, farewell.
Words terrify me. Their power and immediacy. Will you marry me? Changing everything. Just an articulation of speech. I do. Words transforming worlds. Like a head on collision. It’s a girl. Easier than falling from a great height. I don’t love you anymore.
So, I just say nothing these days.
I was lost and now, I pray, I’m found. To leave like this seemed my only option. Life was unbearable; there’s nothing for me here. Sorry it had to be this way. I’ll miss my few friends and family.
PS. You’ll now get me on (Bognor) 867744.
He awoke, relieved to realise it was just a dream. Blood, knife and tears in horrific clarity. He got up cautiously, still reeling from the experience. In the dream, the man had smashed through the kitchen window and escaped. But no, his wife’s lover’s head remained safely in the freezer.
“Please kill me,” he pleads. She can’t look at him. Slowly, she retreats. Her final words are: “You’ll never walk out on me again.”
The police find him. He has lost seven pints of blood and it has taken two days for him to die.
They never find his legs.
Boy meets Girl. Girl plays hard to get. Boy gets Girl. Boy gets bored. Girl gets sad. Boy meets another Girl. Girl finds Boy and another Girl together. Girl tries to kill Boy. Girl jailed. Boy moves to Wales. Girl wants revenge. Girl takes on new identity. Girl meets boy.
It had been nine years. He never expected to see Billy again.
He passes prison security and waits. Billy appears. Worn, altered. Older.
Silence. Then: “Thanks for seeing me. Before…too late.”
Hesitation. Then: “Thank you for putting me here, Dad. I understand. Finally.”
They embrace for the last time.
I broke the Regency mirror. Now whenever you look yourself in those insensate eyes you’ll remember how you splintered my spirit and broke my heart. I’ll take seven years bad luck and wish you a lifetime. Oh, and I crashed your car and incinerated your clothes.
(Not) Yours Stella.