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Topic: Conversation (face to face) (10/07/10)
TITLE: Silent Screams
By Lisa Fowler
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Unhurried, they approached from beyond the dune; his gait deliberate and unsteady; feet shuffling through insignificant grains of sand. His mouth was open wide, as if this were his last attempt to suck in all the air his lungs could hold; his eyes hidden by the dark glasses upon his ashen face.
She clung tightly to his arm as though he were precious clay in the potters loving hands, cracking with the slightest movement, left or right. She smiled as they came close and nodded as they reached the bench beneath the overgrown, unkempt palm.
She moved to face him. Lifting his lanky arms and wrapping them around her, pulling him close to her chest, she slowly lowered him onto the bench. Gently lifting his limp hand and placing it in hers, she began softly caressing it, one finger at a time.
They sat together quietly, absent of words or glances. His chest rose and fell; slowly, methodically, slightly labored. She carefully brushed wisps of salt and peppered hair from his brow, leaned in close and tenderly kissed his pale, sunken cheek. She whispered into his ear. Recognizable, the words mouthed were “I love you.”
Time flew. The air cooled slightly as the sun began its nightly game of hide and seek behind the ocean‘s fury. She pulled a shawl from her bag, wrapped it around his shoulders, and then covered his frail legs with a blanket. She moved closer, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and gently rubbed them under the shawl to generate warmth.
They stared, motionless as the sun dropped and disappeared behind the unmovable indigo wall. Quickly now, she gathered their belongings; shawl and blanket, folded and placed them into the bag from which they first appeared.
She moved to face him as hours before, wrapped his arms around her body and drew him tightly to her chest. She pulled him to standing and patiently waited as he grasped his balance. Stealing a lengthy hug, she turned, placed his arm tightly in her grip and together, they began a slow, methodical shuffle beyond the dune.
Words eerily absent. Yet above the ocean’s roar, over the cawing of the gulls, love screamed in silent conversation.
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