You and me, even after everything! You're the queen and I'm the king! Nothing else means anything!
Eight Years Later
My wife smiles.
She smiles like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. I never knew she could smile like that, not for years. But now, now that there is nothing to be afraid of, nothing she needs to worry about, no need to look over her shoulder for what may be coming after her or us...
Wanda smiles. Real and beautiful and full of the life I always suspected was right under the surface. She smiles and laughs and sings and dances in the sand along with our beautiful daughters.
Both which are walking home with me right now, their black hair shining in the rays of the setting sun. Rose manages to walk and read at the same time, her green eyes glued to the pages of The Canterville Ghost. Her younger sister River (only by three minutes thank you very much!), skips along beside me, singing to the sky that matches her blue eyes.
"Come on girls, your mother is waiting on this shipment." I nudge them good humoredly as we take the path through the dunes.
"We'd move faster if the bookworm would look up once in a while." River teases Rose in a sing-song voice, then laughs and races up the path ahead of us.
"I can move just fine," Rose murmurs, her eyes darting back and forth across the page a few more times, and then she closes it. "Do you think we got some good ones this time?"
Smile down at Rose and shift the box I am carrying to one shoulder so I can take her hand. "I do not know. I did not read the titles on the cans, I always let your Mother see them first." Give her hand a squeeze. "So let us get them home, so we can see what she thinks." Rose smiles up at me now, and after squeezing my hand back, she races after her sister.
Open to Wanda
Closed
My wife smiles.
She smiles like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. I never knew she could smile like that, not for years. But now, now that there is nothing to be afraid of, nothing she needs to worry about, no need to look over her shoulder for what may be coming after her or us...
Wanda smiles. Real and beautiful and full of the life I always suspected was right under the surface. She smiles and laughs and sings and dances in the sand along with our beautiful daughters.
Both which are walking home with me right now, their black hair shining in the rays of the setting sun. Rose manages to walk and read at the same time, her green eyes glued to the pages of The Canterville Ghost. Her younger sister River (only by three minutes thank you very much!), skips along beside me, singing to the sky that matches her blue eyes.
"Come on girls, your mother is waiting on this shipment." I nudge them good humoredly as we take the path through the dunes.
"We'd move faster if the bookworm would look up once in a while." River teases Rose in a sing-song voice, then laughs and races up the path ahead of us.
"I can move just fine," Rose murmurs, her eyes darting back and forth across the page a few more times, and then she closes it. "Do you think we got some good ones this time?"
Smile down at Rose and shift the box I am carrying to one shoulder so I can take her hand. "I do not know. I did not read the titles on the cans, I always let your Mother see them first." Give her hand a squeeze. "So let us get them home, so we can see what she thinks." Rose smiles up at me now, and after squeezing my hand back, she races after her sister.
Open to Wanda
Closed