I had to marry a country girl—me, who had been born and bred in Toronto— the megalopolis Drake calls The Six, and Homer Simpson dubs New York City Junior—only cleaner.
And now where was I? Stuck in the country with Morlocks for neighbours.
I missed the tall buildings, the crowded streets and trendy restaurants.
I was trying to please Quinn, but ended up frustrating myself.
Still we struggled on, day in, day out for two years, with me grumbling about life in the country and how backward it was. I kept hoping Quinn would see my point, until finally she did—but not the way I hoped.
We didn’t move back to the city—she moved out. Then came the lawyers’ papers. Finally, I caved.
She could have it all—the house in the country and the hillbilly Morlocks that went with it. I’d take the contents of my study and go back to civilization—where people didn’t look at you funny if you ask for a latte, and where they don’t roll up the sidewalks every Sunday, or close shop at five p.m.
So, here I am now, truck backed up to the house, trying to load my stuff before it rains.
Did I tell you about the storms in Big Sky Country? Don’t ask—so many wasted nights with no power and no Internet—the house lit by candles as if we were back in the 19th century—which we were.
Well, that’s all over now.
There’s a loud thunderclap and the first few raindrops splatter the walk like black cherries. I groan and sit back on the stairs, staring through the open door as the rain gleefully pelts down—exacting its last ounce of revenge.
They were forecasting a big storm—I warned Quinn—but she was adamant. We agreed on Friday as my moving day, and that was that.
I get up to close the door when I see Quinn’s Jeep bouncing down the dirt lane. That’ll be a mess, I muse bitterly—that lane will be impassable in a matter of minutes. Hell, forget about getting my stuff out—I may be stuck here all night.
I’m contemplating my options, while cursing the weather gods who preside over the County, and the Morlocks duly submitted to their whims.
Quinn jumps out of the jeep with an armful of packages and tries to make a mad dash for the door. Unfortunately, her lovely cowboy boots slip on the ooze and she ends up flat on her rear.
I want to laugh, but it would be fatal. Instead, I rush out into the downpour and skid on the mud, ending up on my rear beside her.
“Nice move,” she laughs.
I had two options—I could have laughed with her, or I could have laughed at her—but I didn’t. No, stupid me, I ran out to rescue her and ended up bogged down in her mess. As usual, I might add.
“C’mon,” I say, helping her up. “You’re soaked to the skin. I hope your nice leather boots aren’t ruined.”
She takes my hand and comes up beside me, leaning into me, the way she always does.
I feel a momentary pang as she nestles close to me. She fits perfectly in that familiar spot, right beneath my shoulder.
I know her huge brown eyes are staring up at me, so I look away and grumpily pick up her packages. I don’t want her to see the mixed feelings stirring inside me.
We get inside and shut the door just as a loud boom sounds and the power goes out.
Welcome back to Hell, I muse.
Por lo visto todavía hay algo de sentimiento hacia Quinn a pesar de la separación! Creo que la felicidad, y discúlpame si soy romántica, está en donde está la persona amada. No importa si no es el lugar más cómodo, ni el menos lleno de tecnología, pero si te sientes feliz, allí es. Si hay oscuridad, hagamos de las velas nuestras compañeras románticas, si no hay techo, miremos las estrellas. Cuando se quiere, se intenta. Siempre es grato leerte, @johnjgeddes.
Sí, todavía hay una chispa allí, si solo uno de ellos pudiera encenderlo en un incendio
Love is still in the air, @john. I believe that there are many people who separate but there are still many bonds that bind them together. There's kind of something left here.
I agree
Physical beauty is only skin-deep. It's the beauty inside that matters.
he is very beautiful, you are lucky to get it, this is a great struggle for you, your story has not ended here @johnjgeddes
thank you!
no other word for you @johnjgeddes, keep the spirit and success always, I always support you.
Thank you!
He supposedly agreed to live with her to make her happy and if his happiness was to live in that space, he had to accommodate her, as she did in her arms. Thanks for this story, buddy.
thanks
She is very beautiful. His eyes are incredibly beautiful. The post was beautiful and emotional.Love has so much power. The fate of stories is amazing..Thanks for this post my dear friend
he is very beautiful, you are lucky to get it,
Wow she is beautiful.
Keep the spirit and success always, we are always support you
she is very pretty and nice girl..you r so much lucky
In our life, we all have two option.Either to laugh with people or laugh at people . The story is so live and you choose the right thing to help her. This has to be a fiction story :-) wonderful piece.
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