The salty smell of the air breathed over head. I was never really one for visiting the ocean, getting near a beach, or fishing anywhere other than a river. I was happy as a clam to go down to river, or to the state park, and cast a line in. But there are times you just do things for the people you love. Times that you take a moment, live in the sun, and enjoy the world without all of the what ifs trying to break down the door into your mind. Another deep breath and I walk out on the pier sitting off to the side. Just because I was doing this for her, for them, didnt mean that I was going to head down to the pier heavy with tourists. I did have some pride. A look behind me revealed an old Coke machine. The light was on in it, so I knew that it at least had power. There was every chance in the world the thing would be out of soda, or possibly just not really work anymore. I walked over and grinned when I noticed that it was cash only. So, ident-chips and thumb print scans wouldnt get a soda from it. I felt around in my pocket and pulled out a dollar. I double checked to make sure the price was correct on the machine, fed it the dollar, and pressed the button for a cherry coke. A moment later a can fell out into the tray, and i picked it up. It felt cold, and that was good. I cracked the can open and took a drink of something I hadnt had in what seemed like a few lifetimes. Ah, I sighed. Walking a little further down I stopped at the end of the pier and looked at the water. After the political parties finally died out, all of the conservatives and liberals got their heads out of their asses, and the people stopped fighting against each other things started turning around. Advancements in recycling had made pollution almost a thing of the past. That could be seen in the beautiful water lapping against the pier. I drink a little more from my can and sat it on the rail. The bag I was carrying wasnt heavy, or at least it didnt seem heavy. I opened it, removed a copper container and lifted it out. I gently touched the top of it. Hey, were at the ocean. It looks a lot better than when we came here before. Remember how we drove down here in the old ford? We listened to Toby Keith, AC/DC, Aerosmith, Chris LeDoux, and Nirvana the entire way. I would have drove it today, but it seems that people get a little pissy if theres a combustible engine running without it being somewhere that can filter and remove the exhaust from the air, I say trying to stay smiling, I miss you. Every day I wake up I keep hoping that Im going to see you right there beside me, but I know I wont. I hold the copper container, grab my cherry coke, and grab the bag as I walk toward a bench and sit down. I look out over the ocean. Beautiful, pristine, and amazing are the terms I would use to describe it. A soft chuckle escapes my lips. I know, Im laughing again without a reason. What can I say? Im your mess, and you got to love me, I say as I hold the container tighter. No, Im not scared. Im tired, and Im ready. I know this is stupid, but I dont have anyone to look out for anymore. Our kids, grandkids, great grandkids, and... well you know... theyre all gone. I guess that Im related to most of humanity now, especially since one of kids couldnt decide which girl he liked the most, I said. I felt a cool breeze pass over me. It gently moved my hair, tickled my nose, and swirled around my face like a lovers hands. I just really miss you. No, there was never anyone else. I told you that before. I wouldnt want anyone else, I said. I stood as I saw a deep blue light hit the ocean. Multiple light blue lights erupted from the tourist pier down the road. I felt glad that they had enough sense to get out before the show started. I looked at the dark blue light become darker, almost turning black, the power radiating off it was making the ocean boil. I set the cherry coke down, and held my hand out. I love you, I said. I could feel the heat from light rushing toward me. It was nearly time, and I felt it. A hand grasping mine. I love you too, (Ah, the fun of writing scenes. I couldnt help myself. Theres a lot that could be done with it, but I kind of feel like leaving it where it is. So, what did you guys and gals think about it?)
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 01:30:31 +0000
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