Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Rainbows (GBE 72, 1st and 3rd POV exercise)
Ow. That sun is bright. Where are those sunglasses? I reach into my pocket to get them and I feel the ring. The song is true. You don’t know what you’ve got until it is gone. And I came damned close. The embolism wasn’t my fault. But I can’t waste any more time. I wonder what Bubbe would say?
“Hi, Jerry. You ready to see some art?” Martha startled me out of my reverie. She’s wearing the daisy sundress and a pair of clogs. Heh. She looks like a river of yellow. Looks good against the rainbows coming off the street.
“Sure, Babe. Let’s go.” The hand slips into mine.
It is warmer than I have ever felt. This is the beginning of a new life for me.
Stepping out of the hotel and into the sun, Jerry puts on the sunglasses. The shower had ended and the water reflected off River Street. It had been a long couple of months. Being frozen in his office when the call came, he didn’t know what to think. He realized many years had gone by with Martha by his side. And almost without warning, she died and came back. The slow rehab and this trip was part of it. But it was more. It was time for the commitment to be made real.
“Hi, Jerry. You ready to see some art?” She came out wearing the sundress she’d bought yesterday. She was river of daisies and garden to his mind.
“Sure, Babe. Let’s go.
Hand in hand, they walked down the cobblestones to the first booth.
Here is the link to the original story. The Sermon