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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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