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A Short Story.

It happened over night.

 

I was standing by the kitchen table, waiting for the sound of a diesel truck to pull into the driveway.

 

The kettle whistled as I made my way to pour my tea. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this excited to meet him. We had worked out our differences over the holiday, and as the snow trickled down, I couldn’t help but feel at peace.

 

He was the love of my life and even though we had hit a rough patch, I was more than ready to work at our relationship again.

 

Tick, Tock, Tick Tock.

 

I checked the outlines of my figure before making my way to the door. I had worn his favorite perfume and made sure to avoid all lipstick. Lyman was a simple man; no fuss and he always said a rose didn’t need additional help to stand out.

 

I grabbed the doorknob, opened the door and out of the shadows a man stepped to the light.

 

“Ma’am, there’s been an accident.”

 

The officer spoke but everything around me became so quiet. It was as if the world stood still, and there I was alone, fumbling in the dark.

 

After the tears stopped, I opened my eyes and the officer was still there.

 

“Would you like some tea?”

 

“No, I’ll be alright”

 

Officer Pete kept talking but all I could think about was Lyman’s diesel truck.

 

To be honest, I hated that truck. Lyman was a stubborn man and one evening he showed up with his brand new purchase, with no thought of inquiring of my opinion. We had fought that night and I remember how tired I was when I eventually fell asleep.

 

He was gone now and that fight seemed so trivial.

 

“Ma’am will you be alright.”

 

“No”, I said and sipped my tea.

 

I woke up at 3 am with Lyman looking over me.”

You had a bad dream Teresa, Sorry I woke you.

 

“You died,” I whispered.

 

“I almost did”.

 

It was the strangest moment, but that same feeling of peace overwhelmed me.

 

Lyman went ahead to tell me how the truck had hit a rough patch of ice and how he had  barely survived.

 

The truck would be totaled but an officer had given him a ride home.

 

I never believed in God until this moment, but he had given Lyman and I another chance.

 

We all have diesel trucks in our relationships, and that night, I tasted of the horror of remembering how insignificant things are in the wake of sudden loss.

 

Aisha-Nicole 2016

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#71: | One | Last Petal

she believed, 

and kept her promise,

she meant it when she said, 

till death do us part,

and even in the last hour,

as death waltzed in,

she stood firm, 

cradled his hand,

and remembered,

their first kiss,

the disaster on 4th street,

and most importantly,

the moment he asked her to be his,

yes, she believed

and when the last petal faded,

her heart remained his. 

© Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#67: Death: At the Hands of Hypocrisy

She surrounded herself with lovers,

Made her home in the bosom of an open sea
Spoke the language off the young and free,
Dined openly with the outcasts,
Challenged society,
And wore her heart openly,

She was everything I dreamed to be

But she had long died,

In a war of hypocrisy

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#65: Life Value

What is the value of life?

How do we determine the great and the easily forgotten?

Is it by accomplishments or likability?

Or is it by the sheer fact that they lived and were loved?

Life is here and gone tomorrow,

Just ask those that are laying in their graves

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#45: The Great Truth

The great truth

We worship the dead as if they hear us,

We smile and say empty words at a gathering,

Bodies, all paying respect to an individual they had no care for,

Tearing up,

Only to dance a minute later,

Condolences that mimic that of great monologues,

Black dresses congregated around an already empty tomb,

Voices all raised in unity to praise an individual they had no use for,

And in the midst of that,

We all shiver,

For even the fastest,

Cannot out run the grave.

©Aisha-Nicole 2013

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#4: Mi Padre

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there!

Yes, this may be a late salutation but it is one nonetheless.

Today I celebrated my father who just yesterday had a near death experience. One of the worst feelings is that of hopelessness. When you desire to do something but instead feel that your hands are tied. That is how I felt yesterday, and in that moment, I realized how important life is and how I am not ready to lose my father.

We all have loved ones, and in the midst of daily tasks we can easily take for granted those who are around us. One argument and we are quick to vow that we will NEVER speak to them again. Yet, if they were to die, our lives would never be the same. My father is ok now and I thank God!

I love my father and I am nowhere near saying goodbye. So friends, if there is a family member, uncle or friend that you wrote off yesterday, call or tweet them( whatever suits your fancy). Life is honestly to short. The older I get the more I realize the gravity of that statement.

So what are we waiting for? Lets pick up our smart-phones and begin texting or tweeting that cousin who in seventh grade snitched on us. We’re grown up now, and its time we spoke to them. I am sure they had a good reason.

xoxo

Aisha

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