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Stephen,
My mind strayed back to those days of childhood so easy so carefree the long count on a summers evening "Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Nine, One Hunnndred! Ready or nooot, here I come."
Her laughter as we played Hide N’ Seek her laughter, the giggling as she hid and watched me search through the gathering shadows of the deepening evening. The made dash for the tulip tree.
Ollie, Oilier Oxen Free
Her golden hair mussed from the breakneck run for ”Home”. The stray silken strands half hiding her cornflower blue eyes, God how I wanted to Kiss her yet I never did. How she would set there enraptured with my foolish dreams of world travel, adventure, as I spun my childhood fantasies. There was a nice easy comfortable feeling between us.
She was a freshman I a senior, Graduation Day, our last evening together for the next day I was to be off on that long sought for adventure.
“I’ll always be here for you, Carly, always.”
But I wasn’t I had come home on leave from the Coast Guard but Carly’s family had moved away. Yet that old promise had called me back. Her house now abandoned, a bit run down, a subtle movement in the shadows.
“Carly Townsend is that you still hiding in the shadows.......................... Carly?”
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A fringe ginger hair, wire rimed glasses, walks with a slight limp. Just and ordinary guy.
He has come home to keep a promise to a Tomboy, his best friend from Childhood, from a life long ago lost. Back to keep a promise to the girl he loved in secret.
My mind strayed back to those days of childhood so easy so carefree the long count on a summers evening "Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Nine, One Hunnndred! Ready or nooot, here I come."
Her laughter as we played Hide N’ Seek her laughter, the giggling as she hid and watched me search through the gathering shadows of the deepening evening. The made dash for the tulip tree.
Ollie, Oilier Oxen Free
Her golden hair mussed from the breakneck run for ”Home”. The stray silken strands half hiding her cornflower blue eyes, God how I wanted to Kiss her yet I never did. How she would set there enraptured with my foolish dreams of world travel, adventure, as I spun my childhood fantasies. There was a nice easy comfortable feeling between us.
She was a freshman I a senior, Graduation Day, our last evening together for the next day I was to be off on that long sought for adventure.
“I’ll always be here for you, Carly, always.”
But I wasn’t I had come home on leave from the Coast Guard but Carly’s family had moved away. Yet that old promise had called me back. Her house now abandoned, a bit run down, a subtle movement in the shadows.
“Carly Townsend is that you still hiding in the shadows.......................... Carly?”
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A fringe ginger hair, wire rimed glasses, walks with a slight limp. Just and ordinary guy.
He has come home to keep a promise to a Tomboy, his best friend from Childhood, from a life long ago lost. Back to keep a promise to the girl he loved in secret.
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The figured sat in the shadows still, no word came I slowly approached my foot on the bottom most tread. The old step creaked
“Stephen, I can’t believe it’s you.”
Even before Carly answered, the light flashed from her corn flower blue eyes and I knew it was her returned our promise kept. Our arms warped around each other the laughing smiling eyes teasing welcoming, holding a thousand unasked questions about all the years in there long slow endless procession stood between us and that last evening. Oh there had been letters at first but they had dwindled as life intervened, and I’ll write tomorrow had taken over. A slow boyish smile spread across my weathered face.
“Told you I wasn’t much of a letter writer, but never broke a promise if I could help it.”
I just gazed into Carly’s eyes, as I spoke.
“Stephen, I can’t believe it’s you.”
Even before Carly answered, the light flashed from her corn flower blue eyes and I knew it was her returned our promise kept. Our arms warped around each other the laughing smiling eyes teasing welcoming, holding a thousand unasked questions about all the years in there long slow endless procession stood between us and that last evening. Oh there had been letters at first but they had dwindled as life intervened, and I’ll write tomorrow had taken over. A slow boyish smile spread across my weathered face.
“Told you I wasn’t much of a letter writer, but never broke a promise if I could help it.”
I just gazed into Carly’s eyes, as I spoke.
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“No, letter writing certainly wasn’t your forte, my dear Stephen.”
Carly is in my arms her body warm firm against mine, her eyes sparkling and shining so much the girl I remember the girl who had never been far from my mind had never left my heart in all those years, the girl who I had longed to share the adventures I had been on the ports of call the far away and mystical lands I had visited.
“Do you know what I used to do? Every once in a while, I’d bring your old letters out and read them changing the words so they’d be different.”
But there had been other things in those years the dance with the devil from the river Mekong, the drug wars of the Caribbean, the Gulf and the bullet that left me with a limp, ended my years at sea once and for all.
Carly had found me and I had found her despite the years and distance.
“Stephen, we’re home now.”
I look at the old house once so neat and clean so well kept, now abandoned
“Yes Home Carly………..our home then so where are you living now and can you remember why we are here this evening?”
Carly is in my arms her body warm firm against mine, her eyes sparkling and shining so much the girl I remember the girl who had never been far from my mind had never left my heart in all those years, the girl who I had longed to share the adventures I had been on the ports of call the far away and mystical lands I had visited.
“Do you know what I used to do? Every once in a while, I’d bring your old letters out and read them changing the words so they’d be different.”
But there had been other things in those years the dance with the devil from the river Mekong, the drug wars of the Caribbean, the Gulf and the bullet that left me with a limp, ended my years at sea once and for all.
Carly had found me and I had found her despite the years and distance.
“Stephen, we’re home now.”
I look at the old house once so neat and clean so well kept, now abandoned
“Yes Home Carly………..our home then so where are you living now and can you remember why we are here this evening?”
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The pain shot through the bone once a gain a wound still not really healed , yet not fresh either a lingering torment from the past. The cost of loyalty that in the end ended a way of life I had loved. How could I meet Carly’s steady gaze for I was not that trusting kid any more I had seen to much , done to much that I only now longed to forget to leave in the past and yet like a hunting dog the track me down coming in the night to strike from the shadows.
“Stephen, look at me. Please, don’t turn away.”
Her voice a soft comforting whisper that calls me back from the panic the edge of the abyss. Carly is there in front of me her eyes steady and I let mine show her the shadows of the past, all the thinks I could never write to her, the ghosts that plagued me.
And so we stood there under the ” ‘The Full Wolf Moon’. the promised kept. A shovel lay up against the old Tulip three, My hand slips from Cary’s and I begin to dig till I hear the scrape of metal on metal. Stooping I brush away the dirt and then Hand the little tin box up to Carly.
The promise kept.
“Stephen, look at me. Please, don’t turn away.”
Her voice a soft comforting whisper that calls me back from the panic the edge of the abyss. Carly is there in front of me her eyes steady and I let mine show her the shadows of the past, all the thinks I could never write to her, the ghosts that plagued me.
And so we stood there under the ” ‘The Full Wolf Moon’. the promised kept. A shovel lay up against the old Tulip three, My hand slips from Cary’s and I begin to dig till I hear the scrape of metal on metal. Stooping I brush away the dirt and then Hand the little tin box up to Carly.
The promise kept.
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Questions, always questions from Carly’s mind, always active, always searching for the answers, always looking to me for the answers. Yet what had drawn me back to this spot, on this night to fulfill a childhood promise? I did not know, perhaps a longing to recapture a gentler time and place a time and place where I was truly happy when the world was a new and exciting place, a place that held only the possibility of endless adventures.
My hands gently brushed away the dirt from the little tin box.
"I can’t believe this; do you think it’s our box, Stephen? Do you think everything we put inside is still there? How could it ever have survived this long?"
I turned to show Carly the little tin box its wax seal still in place. Carly was bathed in the soft gentle glow of the full moon’s light and at that moment I knew why I had returned. I loved Carly, had always loved her but had forced it from me, for how could she have loved the awkward boy, never mind the tried wounded and broken man that now knelt before her.
I simple handed Carly the little box that held our innocent childhood treasures.
My hands gently brushed away the dirt from the little tin box.
"I can’t believe this; do you think it’s our box, Stephen? Do you think everything we put inside is still there? How could it ever have survived this long?"
I turned to show Carly the little tin box its wax seal still in place. Carly was bathed in the soft gentle glow of the full moon’s light and at that moment I knew why I had returned. I loved Carly, had always loved her but had forced it from me, for how could she have loved the awkward boy, never mind the tried wounded and broken man that now knelt before her.
I simple handed Carly the little box that held our innocent childhood treasures.
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Carly hands trembled as I place the little tin box into her hands. Still the girl who wore her feelings in her soft eyes.
“This is unbelievable, Stephen. Do you remember this lunch box? You were such a tease back then, you know. I can remember once………………………………………….”
And again we where children on a warm fall day, the chasseing the teasing all the little things that make up our lives suddenly remembered. And yet I remember other days other evenings like when Carly came running out of her house to show me her first formal gown for her graduation dance from Junior high, how I envied the skinny brown haired kid that would her date. The night of a freshmen dance when she came crying home because a boy goy fresh with her. How I sore I’d kill him and her hand stayed me.
Yes the memories came flooding back of the girl I had always loved but had never told her of that love.
…………. you handed me a paper bag along with a mischevious smile. I was so angry with you that I didn’t open it until Miss Delanco asked me why I wasn’t eating my lunch and opened the bag and pulled everything out. There it was, all in front of me, my complete lunch with one thing added. It was a note from you with two words written on it…fooled you!”
“Yes Carly I remember.”
“This is unbelievable, Stephen. Do you remember this lunch box? You were such a tease back then, you know. I can remember once………………………………………….”
And again we where children on a warm fall day, the chasseing the teasing all the little things that make up our lives suddenly remembered. And yet I remember other days other evenings like when Carly came running out of her house to show me her first formal gown for her graduation dance from Junior high, how I envied the skinny brown haired kid that would her date. The night of a freshmen dance when she came crying home because a boy goy fresh with her. How I sore I’d kill him and her hand stayed me.
Yes the memories came flooding back of the girl I had always loved but had never told her of that love.
…………. you handed me a paper bag along with a mischevious smile. I was so angry with you that I didn’t open it until Miss Delanco asked me why I wasn’t eating my lunch and opened the bag and pulled everything out. There it was, all in front of me, my complete lunch with one thing added. It was a note from you with two words written on it…fooled you!”
“Yes Carly I remember.”
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Carly stood there bathed in the light of the full moon her beauty softly illuminated and I thought my heart would break.
“Are you ready?”
Her voice a soft whisper more to herself that a question she was seeking and answer for. Was I ready”, that was a good question ready to remember how I had loved her , how I wanted her, yet never dare to say it less Carly laugh at me. Not trusting my voice I simply nodded.
“How about if we sit here in the back yard, would that be okay with you? It’s so bright from the full moon that we’ll be able to see everything so clearly. You know something? I was thinking all through the drive here that you might not remember this night, Stephen. I had wanted to write to you and give you a gentle prod but I didn’t know where to send a letter. Did you ever think about me, Stephen?”
Might not remember that was funny for Carly had never been far from my thoughts al these years she was always there at the edge of my mind, my first love and yet it had been a love I dare not speak of.
Carly sat ther now the little tin box in her hand the home made Valentine, her memories tripping across her full moist lips, her eyes alive dancing with her own memories. A bit of glitter on my nose a threatened sneeze.
"Oh, Stephen, you always did have a way with words."………………………… "It's so good to laugh, isn't it? I've missed doing this with you and sharing with you in this way. You have no idea."
Her eyes, the giggles and the laugher, slowly I lead forwarding my lips brush Carly’s a kiss I had waited years to give her, slowly our lips part, a crimson blush colors my cheek.
“Carly I love you; I think I have always loved you.”
There it was said finally out in the open and I was filled with dread what if it was just me, what if Carly?
“Are you ready?”
Her voice a soft whisper more to herself that a question she was seeking and answer for. Was I ready”, that was a good question ready to remember how I had loved her , how I wanted her, yet never dare to say it less Carly laugh at me. Not trusting my voice I simply nodded.
“How about if we sit here in the back yard, would that be okay with you? It’s so bright from the full moon that we’ll be able to see everything so clearly. You know something? I was thinking all through the drive here that you might not remember this night, Stephen. I had wanted to write to you and give you a gentle prod but I didn’t know where to send a letter. Did you ever think about me, Stephen?”
Might not remember that was funny for Carly had never been far from my thoughts al these years she was always there at the edge of my mind, my first love and yet it had been a love I dare not speak of.
Carly sat ther now the little tin box in her hand the home made Valentine, her memories tripping across her full moist lips, her eyes alive dancing with her own memories. A bit of glitter on my nose a threatened sneeze.
"Oh, Stephen, you always did have a way with words."………………………… "It's so good to laugh, isn't it? I've missed doing this with you and sharing with you in this way. You have no idea."
Her eyes, the giggles and the laugher, slowly I lead forwarding my lips brush Carly’s a kiss I had waited years to give her, slowly our lips part, a crimson blush colors my cheek.
“Carly I love you; I think I have always loved you.”
There it was said finally out in the open and I was filled with dread what if it was just me, what if Carly?
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There was a strange look I Carly’s eyes as the awkward silence continued between us then like so many years ago she pounced on me her fingers raking my sides and stomach as she commenced to Tickling me. We where rolling around on the ground her giggles and laughter filling the night air.
But it wasn’t the body of a ten year old this time that pinned me to the ground but that of a full grown woman and a very desirable one at that.
“Stephen, I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I first played on the swings with you on the playground in Kindergarten. You always pushed me first to get me going and you always managed to fly so much higher than I did even though you started last.”
Carly was astride me then bending to kiss me, our lips met and all the pent up passion and long where in that one perfect kiss. When finally we broke that kiss, breathless from its passion, my eyes holding hers.
“Carly and what are we going to do about it?”
But it wasn’t the body of a ten year old this time that pinned me to the ground but that of a full grown woman and a very desirable one at that.
“Stephen, I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I first played on the swings with you on the playground in Kindergarten. You always pushed me first to get me going and you always managed to fly so much higher than I did even though you started last.”
Carly was astride me then bending to kiss me, our lips met and all the pent up passion and long where in that one perfect kiss. When finally we broke that kiss, breathless from its passion, my eyes holding hers.
“Carly and what are we going to do about it?”
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“Stephen, would you mind if I showed you something? Right before you graduated, I made something for you but I don’t even know if it’s still there.”
I am confused not sure of myself , not really trusting my emotions as every time I move closer to Carly she seems to back away retreating into the past as if the young boy of her memories is her love and she does not see the Stephen that is a man.
“Follow me, Stephen. I’m going to take you on a little walk through the trees where we used to hide and tell our secrets. You’ll see what I mean when we get there.”
I allow Carly to lead me to the patch of woods our playground of so long ago. Memories of pleasant days and nights the woods so familiar yet so different now. Carly’s hand gripping mine so tight as if to reassure her I was really there and that this was not some dream. Carly points and Old birch tree with peeling bark a little carved heart our initials, a token of love from long ago.
“Do you see your initials right there?”
Her voice a soft sensual whisper. Carly pushes I back against the tree, her arms around my neck her body molded to mine.
“I love you, Stephen.”
My arms go around Carly’s waist and I crush her to me in a passionate kiss that lingers slowly the kiss is broken.
“Carly is it me you love or the memory of that shy boy?”
I am confused not sure of myself , not really trusting my emotions as every time I move closer to Carly she seems to back away retreating into the past as if the young boy of her memories is her love and she does not see the Stephen that is a man.
“Follow me, Stephen. I’m going to take you on a little walk through the trees where we used to hide and tell our secrets. You’ll see what I mean when we get there.”
I allow Carly to lead me to the patch of woods our playground of so long ago. Memories of pleasant days and nights the woods so familiar yet so different now. Carly’s hand gripping mine so tight as if to reassure her I was really there and that this was not some dream. Carly points and Old birch tree with peeling bark a little carved heart our initials, a token of love from long ago.
“Do you see your initials right there?”
Her voice a soft sensual whisper. Carly pushes I back against the tree, her arms around my neck her body molded to mine.
“I love you, Stephen.”
My arms go around Carly’s waist and I crush her to me in a passionate kiss that lingers slowly the kiss is broken.
“Carly is it me you love or the memory of that shy boy?”
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“Oh Carly”
My hand cups the side of her face, my eyes gaze in to hers as her search mine.
“Carly I treasure those days of our child hood of the slow realization that I loved you guess I have always loved you. From that first day. Yet it is the woman I see in front of me that I also love.”
Would she could she understand what I am saying that I too treasured the past and it held a special place in my heart and memories Yet we where both adults now and had lost so much time in lives spent apart only held together by infrequent letters, and a share promise to return this night.. As mush as I treasured the past it was the future that was on my mind, I bent slowly to Carly my lips torching hers in a brief chaste kiss of past memories the a sweet long lingering kiss that held hope for the further.
My hand cups the side of her face, my eyes gaze in to hers as her search mine.
“Carly I treasure those days of our child hood of the slow realization that I loved you guess I have always loved you. From that first day. Yet it is the woman I see in front of me that I also love.”
Would she could she understand what I am saying that I too treasured the past and it held a special place in my heart and memories Yet we where both adults now and had lost so much time in lives spent apart only held together by infrequent letters, and a share promise to return this night.. As mush as I treasured the past it was the future that was on my mind, I bent slowly to Carly my lips torching hers in a brief chaste kiss of past memories the a sweet long lingering kiss that held hope for the further.
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