Creative Juices

Finding Grace

Her gaze scared him. That hint of recognition, reaching the very depths of his soul with a power over him like no other. He was vulnerable in her eyes. They shared everything. There really was nowhere to hide. Life certainly was never dull whenever she was near. Like the sea she enthralled him, coming and going like the tides, never letting him forget where she was. She could be far away, leaving boats beached aside on the barren windswept sandblasted rippled shore, threatening never to return, but you knew she would, it was always so, life would never be empty for long. All would soon be well, bar the occasional high tide testing his defences, waiting for the culmination of the perfect storm, that once in a lifetime experience where she would envelop him and engulf him until he was no more. He felt her pain, her fear, a sorrow so deep it had become his own. His life was hers and her life his. He knew that now. She smiled a rare smile, filling the room with life and hope as he smiled too. “You should stay” he said but her teardrop heavy gaze returned.