justprompts: Soul
Do Mo Shonuachar
Moira stared down at the words etched in the gold band. Translated, they read "To My Soulmate".
To some, Soulmate was just a word. A phrase tossed about by young girls as they hunted for the man they wanted to be Mr. Right, but more often than not was Mr. Right Now. To Moira, it was different. Soulmate wasn't just a word, it was a truth.
She had known there was something special about Daniel Fitzpatrick the moment she first saw him -- playing football in Dunville Park. When he asked her to dinner a few days later, she accepted on the spot. And when he asked her to marry him two year after that, there was not a bit of hesitation in her voice as she said yes.
Had it really been 26 years since Daniel slipped that ring on her finger? It seemed impossible. And even more impossible was the idea that he had been gone for 17 years. Not that he was ever really gone. That was the beauty of a soul mate -- she would always carry a piece of him, just as he carried a piece of her. And it was that tiny piece that would get them through until they were reunited on the other side.
Sliding the band back on her left ring finger, Moira stood, pushing in the kitchen chair and moving towards the counter. Soon the quiet of the morning would be replaced by the sounds of her children dragging themselves from bed and fighting over who got first shot at the shower. And looking for food, of course. They were Daniel's children after all.
A small smile spread across her face as she opened the refrigerator, taking out the necessary ingredients for pancakes.
One day. She'd be with her Shonuachar again.
Moira stared down at the words etched in the gold band. Translated, they read "To My Soulmate".
To some, Soulmate was just a word. A phrase tossed about by young girls as they hunted for the man they wanted to be Mr. Right, but more often than not was Mr. Right Now. To Moira, it was different. Soulmate wasn't just a word, it was a truth.
She had known there was something special about Daniel Fitzpatrick the moment she first saw him -- playing football in Dunville Park. When he asked her to dinner a few days later, she accepted on the spot. And when he asked her to marry him two year after that, there was not a bit of hesitation in her voice as she said yes.
Had it really been 26 years since Daniel slipped that ring on her finger? It seemed impossible. And even more impossible was the idea that he had been gone for 17 years. Not that he was ever really gone. That was the beauty of a soul mate -- she would always carry a piece of him, just as he carried a piece of her. And it was that tiny piece that would get them through until they were reunited on the other side.
Sliding the band back on her left ring finger, Moira stood, pushing in the kitchen chair and moving towards the counter. Soon the quiet of the morning would be replaced by the sounds of her children dragging themselves from bed and fighting over who got first shot at the shower. And looking for food, of course. They were Daniel's children after all.
A small smile spread across her face as she opened the refrigerator, taking out the necessary ingredients for pancakes.
One day. She'd be with her Shonuachar again.