As the sun sinks like a shiny coin in a wishing well, she switches on her headlights then lights a cigarette. Gives her a bellyache, and makes her want more wine, if for no other reason than for a little Dutch courage. As the road takes her to that place, she tries figuring out how long it’s been but can’t quite seem to do the math. Which is stupid, just has to be, and yet the shape of her life is not what it once was. She remembers some moments, and yet others are gone, almost as if they were never there to begin with. That day she last saw him, she buried it the day after. Did her best to convince herself it held no meaning, but as she crawls to a standstill in traffic, she realises just how much of a poor job she made of it. Yeah, she went long stretches of time without thinking of him, at times almost seemed to forget about him completely, and yet how obvious it now was to see how much she’d veered off the beaten track. Where once there had been love, there were now only vague reminders of what she thought she remembered love to be. She could still see beauty, she knew that much, but love? Flicking ash into the road, she stares out the window at those walking past on the sidewalk. Lovers. Families. Friends on their way to bars and clubs. And just where was she on her way to? To visit the ghost of a man she had once called her familiar? And for what purpose? To rediscover some lost version of herself? To see if that version wasn’t lost at all but right there with her where it had always been? As the traffic picks up, she drops her cigarette and puts her foot down. She doesn’t want to go. Wants to turn back and find a store where she can buy more wine and disappear for the night, and yet she keeps edging closer, and the closer she gets, the stranger the sensations that stir within.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
Gorgeous
Thank you, C 🙂 x
You are so welcome Red
🙂
Sometimes, we try to dodge the memories of that lost love, and each and every single time, the memories of that lost love keeps on, coming back to haunt ut…
How they do, and how it hurts, and yet such hurt is what makes us human. Is what gives this journey of ours its magic.
So natural.
Thank you x
Love the thoughts on past love, and the ‘she wants to go – she wants to go not’ conflict.
What is Dutch courage?
Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying the inner conflict she’s battling. I think it’ll all be worth it.
‘Dutch courage’ is where you have a drink to calm your nerves and give you courage in order to do something. Alcoholic, of course.
I’m sure it will be worth it. These pieces are all going so great.
Of course alcoholic! Imagine trying to get courage by drinking orange juice (unless of course you need courage to go to the gym)
So kind of you to say. Thank you 😊
Anyone drinking orange juice for courage should be avoided and treated unfavourably! x
No kindness at all, just the truth for you. And to prove how unkind I can be, not only will I agree with you on the subject of orange juice drinkers, but I will also add that they should be paraded in the streets with smudged faces and little paper umbrellas on their heads. In the meantime, us normal people will be someplace exciting, drinking and dancing.
I agree that they should be shamed, but I’m not sure about the dancing. I’ll try my best, though 😉 x
Dutch courage, Stephen!
Haha. Dutch courage indeed!
Wonderfully mysterious!
Thank you, my friend!