Last Summer
And then she slipped below the water, forever. I sat on the dock for a long while after, just staring at the water. Similar to a sad child watching their balloon disappear into the sky. Only once she went under, there was not a single glimpse of her again. I felt numb, empty, unreal.
I don’t know how long I sat there before I got up and walked back toward the house. I felt like I was in a dream. I saw my bed and that’s all I remember from that night.
I woke up around noon the next day. I was groggy and confused. I kept looking around the room with my blurred vision and then closing my eyes again. My bladder finally forced me to get up. I ran my hand through my disheveled hair and cleared my voice. I pushed myself up and headed to the bathroom.
Coffee, I needed coffee. I hope she had some. I poked around the kitchen. There was a coffeemaker, good sign. Ah, she had a corner cupboard with one of those turn thingies in it. I started turning it. Teas, syrup, tomato soup, sardines, crackers, hot cocoa, aha coffee! Thank God it’s caffeinated. I brought the coffee over to the coffee maker. I filled the filter with the ground roasted coffee. Then brought the carafe over to the sink to fill it with water. I dumped the water into the top and started it up.
I looked in the fridge. Pulled out the half and half and some left over barbecued chicken wrapped in foil. I found a fork and a mug and I was in business. I took my coffee and chicken out onto the deck. It was a nice day and pretty darn hot out. A little food and coffee and I would feel alive again.
The kitchen phone began ringing. I ignored it. It must have rang at least 15 times though. Get a clue people, no ones home! I heard a speed boat in the distance. As I finished up I tossed the mug and foil into the kitchen bag, tied it shut and brought it out front to toss into the garbage can, I looked around at the empty street and trees.
An hour later I got in my car and drove away from the vacation home I’d enjoyed for three weeks. I stopped at the corner store and check in building. I grabbed some snacks for the road and a large coffee. Then I went over to the rental counter to return the keys.
“Thank you Mr. Hanson. I hope you and your wife had a wonderful stay,” said the elderly man.
“We sure did. I’ll recommend this place to all my friends,” I said.
“We love to hear that. You come back now too with that beautiful wife of yours.” Said the man.
“You bet,” I said.
I headed back out to my car and got settled in. I stirred my coffee some more and checked my cell phone. No calls or messages. I found a decent radio station and continued on my long journey home. Alone.
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