Inshore Waters (standard:fantasy, 948 words)
Author: Cyrano	Added: Nov 04 2006	Views/Reads: 3554/2255	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A man rises and continues to work at writing...inspired by the idea she will come...if the light is on.

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Night approaches from behind. Perfume warmth sits close by, arms under
folded legs, chin resting on cushioned knees. One day the world falters 
and life has never been the same. Every perception seen 
differently...in fact he wonders if the world will ever reveal the 
answers he seeks. He knows fear is less with her at his side. Darkness 
closes in, attempting to cover them. 

“Shall I light a candle, Tom?” He hears. 

“I think that would be nice.”  He says, picking a box of matches out of
the desk drawer. 

The candle glows in the window, yellow. 

“Stay away, be safe.” It might shine. 

He pours a favorite pinot into two glasses. 

“How's it going, Tom?” He hears the question and smiles. 

Deeply sank into his chair, he sighs heavily, and holds his glass up to
the ocean. 

“I'm difficult, aren't I, the way I live my life, the way I accept how
my life must be with you...and for what, because I need to know; I just 
need to know, and I'm not sure what it is I want to know anymore? The 
feeling that an idea might never happen is the most fearful thing I can 
imagine, for there is no one to fight, nothing to experience, nothing 
to me. I'm just glad with all my heart that I live the life I do, for 
my quiet life, finally, and for being a writer.” 

Some lighthouses shine out a different message. 

Some lights call: “I'm here, this way.” 


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