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For Ariosto!
Happy Anniversary, Lover!
It’s that time of the year
To celebrate our love
Ticket awaits Delta Airlines
Destination St. Marteen, Pack Light
The bold face ad jumped out at her as her heart leapt to her throat. Her eyes clouded immediately with a light mist making the date difficult to read. But she didn’t need to know the date. She knew when she first woke up, before verifying the date, and before she bought the newspaper to search for this ad. She just knew it. Her body knew it. It was that time of the year.
He always remembered. Their anniversary will be next Monday. Same time. Every year.
He is not her husband. He’s her lover. For 6 years now. They have a special agreement. An affair if you want to call it that, an affair that consists of a week - same time, every year. They had agreed 6 years ago to never call or write, to never succumb to modern technology such as emails, to never communicate during the year. They agreed to live their lives respectfully with their own families, to never think of each other until their special week. They would only contact each other by placing an anonymous ad. If something happens to either of them, they would know if the other doesn’t show up at the appointed spot. No questions. No regrets. No mess. No fuss. A week, a year was enough for their love.
St. Marteen. Her head filled with giddiness at the thought of a week basking in the sun, long sunset walks along the shoreline, eating an abundance of seafood, and making passionate love with Sean. She shivered with delight at the thought especially at the latter. She wondered briefly if he had changed - if he had gained or lost a few pounds, if he had shaved off his beard like he’s always threatened to do, or if he was a grandfather yet. Then she wondered if she had changed. Maybe a line or two had deepened around her eyes, and she had cropped her hair to a short, sophisticated hairstyle that was seen in the latest fashion magazine, other than that she doesn’t think she changed. She will know when he sees her.
Clarissa needed to leave her office. The walls were closing in. Her emotions were getting to her. An hour later, after rescheduling her appointments, she was at the park sitting in her favorite bench and reflecting their first meeting, six year ago….
It was a spring day, the weatherman at a local station predicted sunny and warm with low humidity, so had dressed for spring. A sage floral skirt with a matching silk blouse and a crème colored sweater tied around her waist fit her ensemble for this particular spring weather. She had spring fever and she was far from home.
The thought of browsing through one museum after museum didn’t appeal to her. She wanted to be outdoors, to bask in the sun and to feel new grass tickle her bare feet, and to watch birds flutter about scrounging for food for their newborns.
On her way to Commons Park, the dark green Barnes & Noble sign caught her eye and despite having such a strong desire to bask in the warm sun, something - a powerful force, a calling, or an intuition guided her to push the heavy glass doors open.
Barnes & Noble was the same everywhere. The layout doesn’t change from city to city, town to town. The employees were young, with pasty complexions. She guessed it was, probably due to spending too much time indoors reading and sipping Tai chi.
Clarissa browsed through the new fiction and couldn’t find anything that held her interest. She strolled slowly to the back until she found the travel section. Even from a distance, the oversized coffee table book caught her keen eye. She recognized the azure blue water, the brilliant sun, and a sailboat. It was a book of the Caribbean. It’s where she dreamed of running away to.
As her hand reached out, it bumped into another with the same thought, reaching for the same book.
“Are you planning to run away to the Caribbean too?"
Deep professorial tones spoke to her.
Happy Anniversary, Lover!
It’s that time of the year
To celebrate our love
Ticket awaits Delta Airlines
Destination St. Marteen, Pack Light
The bold face ad jumped out at her as her heart leapt to her throat. Her eyes clouded immediately with a light mist making the date difficult to read. But she didn’t need to know the date. She knew when she first woke up, before verifying the date, and before she bought the newspaper to search for this ad. She just knew it. Her body knew it. It was that time of the year.
He always remembered. Their anniversary will be next Monday. Same time. Every year.
He is not her husband. He’s her lover. For 6 years now. They have a special agreement. An affair if you want to call it that, an affair that consists of a week - same time, every year. They had agreed 6 years ago to never call or write, to never succumb to modern technology such as emails, to never communicate during the year. They agreed to live their lives respectfully with their own families, to never think of each other until their special week. They would only contact each other by placing an anonymous ad. If something happens to either of them, they would know if the other doesn’t show up at the appointed spot. No questions. No regrets. No mess. No fuss. A week, a year was enough for their love.
St. Marteen. Her head filled with giddiness at the thought of a week basking in the sun, long sunset walks along the shoreline, eating an abundance of seafood, and making passionate love with Sean. She shivered with delight at the thought especially at the latter. She wondered briefly if he had changed - if he had gained or lost a few pounds, if he had shaved off his beard like he’s always threatened to do, or if he was a grandfather yet. Then she wondered if she had changed. Maybe a line or two had deepened around her eyes, and she had cropped her hair to a short, sophisticated hairstyle that was seen in the latest fashion magazine, other than that she doesn’t think she changed. She will know when he sees her.
Clarissa needed to leave her office. The walls were closing in. Her emotions were getting to her. An hour later, after rescheduling her appointments, she was at the park sitting in her favorite bench and reflecting their first meeting, six year ago….
It was a spring day, the weatherman at a local station predicted sunny and warm with low humidity, so had dressed for spring. A sage floral skirt with a matching silk blouse and a crème colored sweater tied around her waist fit her ensemble for this particular spring weather. She had spring fever and she was far from home.
The thought of browsing through one museum after museum didn’t appeal to her. She wanted to be outdoors, to bask in the sun and to feel new grass tickle her bare feet, and to watch birds flutter about scrounging for food for their newborns.
On her way to Commons Park, the dark green Barnes & Noble sign caught her eye and despite having such a strong desire to bask in the warm sun, something - a powerful force, a calling, or an intuition guided her to push the heavy glass doors open.
Barnes & Noble was the same everywhere. The layout doesn’t change from city to city, town to town. The employees were young, with pasty complexions. She guessed it was, probably due to spending too much time indoors reading and sipping Tai chi.
Clarissa browsed through the new fiction and couldn’t find anything that held her interest. She strolled slowly to the back until she found the travel section. Even from a distance, the oversized coffee table book caught her keen eye. She recognized the azure blue water, the brilliant sun, and a sailboat. It was a book of the Caribbean. It’s where she dreamed of running away to.
As her hand reached out, it bumped into another with the same thought, reaching for the same book.
“Are you planning to run away to the Caribbean too?"
Deep professorial tones spoke to her.
