Ficlet #2 - wow, already...
May. 8th, 2004 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brabbel123Somehow, I seem to be in a rather productive mood... finishing my second ficlet, the continuation of my first one, in as many days. Unfortunately, I seem incapable of writing something a bit lighter in tone.
So, without further ado, here it is:
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15minuteficlets' picture #12, http://www.noahgrey.com/view.php?p=47
Farewell
Sunset on a pier is supposed to be one of the most romantic things in the world but for Carol and Gary it wasn’t this time. 2 months had passed since Gary finally told his wife that his cancer was back. He had spent the 6 months before that undergoing treatment after treatment but nothing seemed to work anymore. When Carol had confronted him on that fateful evening he had finally realized the truth – he was dying, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Of course, he couldn’t stop with the treatment right away, Carol would never have let him, but a week ago the doctors admitted the undeniable truth. There was no alternative they could offer, further treatment would only delay the inevitable outcome, bought with the usual side-effects of a chemo therapy. So he stopped with it, called his parents to look after the children and took Carol for what would be their last trip to the sea.
They returned to the place they had gone for their honeymoon all those years ago, to the same little hotel which had managed to keep its romantic feel despite being overrun by tourists nowadays. Directly situated on the beach the soft sound of the waves woke them up each morning, the sun glittering on the water, the indescribable and calming depth of blue that greeted them whenever they looked out on the never ending ocean made saying farewell easier. They renewed their commitment to each other every day, talking, sleeping, making love, relishing each day and not thinking about what was to come.
When Carol woke one morning, she realized that something was different. Despite the beams of light and warmth that came through the windows she felt cold. “No, please, no. Not now!” Her desperate pleas were in vain, the tears she had denied herself for the last 2 months welled up now. She knew without having to open her eyes, the cold bed beside her which usually was filled with Gary’s warmth told her more clearly than she could bear – her husband was gone.
So, without further ado, here it is:
15minuteficlets' picture #12, http://www.noahgrey.com/view.php?p=47Farewell
Sunset on a pier is supposed to be one of the most romantic things in the world but for Carol and Gary it wasn’t this time. 2 months had passed since Gary finally told his wife that his cancer was back. He had spent the 6 months before that undergoing treatment after treatment but nothing seemed to work anymore. When Carol had confronted him on that fateful evening he had finally realized the truth – he was dying, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Of course, he couldn’t stop with the treatment right away, Carol would never have let him, but a week ago the doctors admitted the undeniable truth. There was no alternative they could offer, further treatment would only delay the inevitable outcome, bought with the usual side-effects of a chemo therapy. So he stopped with it, called his parents to look after the children and took Carol for what would be their last trip to the sea.
They returned to the place they had gone for their honeymoon all those years ago, to the same little hotel which had managed to keep its romantic feel despite being overrun by tourists nowadays. Directly situated on the beach the soft sound of the waves woke them up each morning, the sun glittering on the water, the indescribable and calming depth of blue that greeted them whenever they looked out on the never ending ocean made saying farewell easier. They renewed their commitment to each other every day, talking, sleeping, making love, relishing each day and not thinking about what was to come.
When Carol woke one morning, she realized that something was different. Despite the beams of light and warmth that came through the windows she felt cold. “No, please, no. Not now!” Her desperate pleas were in vain, the tears she had denied herself for the last 2 months welled up now. She knew without having to open her eyes, the cold bed beside her which usually was filled with Gary’s warmth told her more clearly than she could bear – her husband was gone.
