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Short Stories
Memories
He closed his eyes, the late autumn sun bathing his uplifted face, his lips parted slightly to accept
the cigarette he placed between them.
As he exhaled the smoke caught the passing breeze and drifted away, sounds of lazy
waves rolling in from the ocean teased his senses, his thoughts drifted, sailing through the memories of her.
He remembered
her curled up on the sofa, note book and pen in hand, writing the outline for her story, the thoughtful look in her eyes as
she imagined the characters who would play their parts in the as yet unwritten drama that was unfolding in her imagination.
He remembered that as he watched her, he felt a love for her that made his heart ache, wanted to reach out to her, to
kiss those sweet gentle lips, and gaze deeply into those bottomless eyes, the windows to her soul.
The sea breeze picked
up, white caps appeared to ride the waves, the photo of her, faded with age held in his hand, the only tangible connection
to her, the only proof she ever existed in his life, apart from his memories, and how real were they, had they faded with
time? He did not care; to him they were more precious than life itself.
Gerry Davis
The Begining
The train left Paddington station and headed west towards their destination.
He gazed out of
the window at the passing scenery and was thinking how he was going to miss these past few days that they had spent together
on a work course in London.
She was beautiful, vibrant and intelligent he loved talking with her, hearing about her life,
so different from his and yet he felt he'd known her forever.
He looked over at her and his heart skipped a beat, her
deep blue eyes sparkled as she looked at him.
He had never felt as helpless as he did now, the journey was almost at an
end and yet he wanted it to go on forever, to just talk, and be with her. He had never known feelings like this before and
he wasn't sure how to deal with these thoughts, these crazy daydreams of her and him together.
All too soon the train
slowed as they approached their home town, and after disembarking they made their way to the taxi rank, he knew he would see
her again at work, but felt that this had been a special time and wondered how he would cope with these feelings.
I could
try to forget her, he thought.....................
Gerry Davis
Hayle Beach
The Cornish beach faced the Atlantic, the strong wind gusting whipped her hair into a maelstrom of
activity, she breathed in deeply savouring the salty ozone aroma and closed her eyes remembering the last time she stood here.
She remembered looking up at him and enjoying the sparkle in his china blue eyes as he related to her the story of how,
as a child he had visited this beach with his family, how he felt so very much at home here, he couldn't explain why it was
just one of those things.
She clasped her hand in his as they slowly walked along the water's edge, the waves gently lapping
at their feet as the tide ebbed. Large and small footprints marked their progress through the golden wet sand, she felt free,
free from the past that at times haunted her, free from the practicalities of life and for brief moments felt at peace beside
this man, her man, this man whom she knew loved her more than life itself.
He turned to her and leaning forward gently
kissed her lips, her pulse quickened and she returned the kiss with a genuine passion for him. For a fleeting moment she worried
that she might lose him, a crazy thought she knew, but it scared her more than she would have credited.
If only I could
find peace within myself, she thought then I could truly love and be loved.
Standing beside her he too, remembered the
last time they were here.
He knew she had troubled thoughts now and then and he knew why, all he could do was reassure
her that he loved her and would be there for her, but he knew it would never be enough, the pull of torment within her was
tearing her apart he knew one day he would have to let her go.
But not today ... just one more day.
Gerry Davis
And so it Began
At the table by the window, the couple sitting there were oblivious the hustle and bustle of the
busy restaurant, in a world of their own, sharing memories of times together and times apart.
The passing waitress paused
to ask if they needed anything else, neither of them noticed her, so caught up in the laughter and giggles of their conversation,
she smiled to herself and moved on.
As their eyes locked in a timeless embrace he murmured,
'I've missed you so much.......'
She reached across and held his hand, the light warm touch, the heat of him reminding her of other private memories that
she only ever dared to explore when she was alone and lonely.
Her heart filled with a joy so strong she was unable to
stop the tear that escaped the corner of her eye, and trickled gently down her cheek, he reached across and brushed away the
tear and as he did she knew, that now, at last, she was complete.
Neither of the couple noticed that through the window
the dark tepid sky had finally given way to a light rain, and gathered at the window looking in,the guardian angels Turned
to one another and smiled,
'Our work here is done, we brought them back together again .............the rest is up to
them'.
As the light faded so did they.
He turned to the window ... Sensed something ..........then whispered,'Thank
you'.
Gerry Davis
Unrequited Love
Asleep in the darkened room, shafts of pale blue moonlight touched the pillow on which your head
rested, your eyes shut tight. The shadowy contrast to the pale wintry colours of your hair which was curled around your ear.
Your gentle whispered breathing signifying a peaceful contentment in some far away ethereal existence where you wandered among
unicorns and wild green forests.
Sunlight burst through the green canopy, illuminating the small stone cottage set at
the south end of the deep valley, a small wispy trail of wood smoke emerging from the single clay chimney pot signified that
you were preparing your breakfast that winters morn.
The light frosting that coated the tips of the grass in the meadow
which adjoined your cottage, gave way to a dewy wetness that glistened as the rising sun warmed the landscape.
I stood
aside the valley and watched you toil in the garden, tending to the plants that in time would provide the food for your table.
A strand of hair fell across your face and with a sweep of your hand was tucked firmly behind your ear, your knees ached as
you rose from the crouched position you had adopted whilst working, your stiff joints a reminder that time was taking its
toll, the aging process marching ever forward.
For many seasons I had watched you at work and play, the happy times, the
sad times and everything in between. I'd watched you grow from a pretty young girl to a beautiful woman.
I have loved
you, for every moment, of every hour ,of every day, for so many years and yet I would trade all that time and love to be able
to hold you and kiss you, just once, but I know it cannot be..... for I am but...... a tree.
Gerry Davis
Staring
He reached for her hand and looked into her beautiful eyes and was lost forever, he felt himself
drowning unable to resist the pull of the current.
A sensation of peace washed over him and the mist cleared to reveal
a Cornish landscape on a cliff top overlooking a sparkling blue ocean that shimmered in the heat of the day.
He was standing
at the rear of a property bedecked with wild roses, a noise distracted him and he could see, at the bottom of the garden,
a mini JCB bouncing along digging a small trench, at the controls he could see her grappling with the lever controls a huge
smile on her face, he knew she was loving it. He loved her so much, that adorable beautiful woman happily at home with the
boys toys and yet so sexy as to be a perfect lover in the bedroom.
He blinked and returned.
'Stop staring' she
smiled.
'Sorry' he murmured.
But he wasn't and she knew this, and she loved him for that.
Gerry Davis
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