The candles light, moved its flame from side to side as they spoke. The two attractive people had just become intense lovers just a short time ago. Their meeting occurred at a warm spot, actually, a small town near a vast desert somewhere in southeastern California, named Cadiz. She had driven there mostly crying, in fact, tears were rolling down her cheeks when Tom approached her.
“Bad day?” was all he addressed, then sitting across from her. Kelly wore a light gray dress that day. Her blond hair passed her shoulders and with one hand wiping the tears from her eyes as the other held a cool glass of scotch, many scotches…..
Tom looked around the room a couple of times, then reached over for one of her empty glasses of melting ice.
“I’m crying and don’t give a damn,” she finally said as she pushed back a lock of her hair. Tom let an ice cube bounce around in his mouth, then popped it back into the glass…..”Well, you sat here, say something,” she spoke but her voice did not rise. “What can I say when you’re hurting, it was a man, wasn’t it?” “Yes, you’re all no good.” She reached over and poured some of her drink into his, “since you’re not buying, here.” “I think you should eat something.”
“Your stomach needs food not booze,” Tom said pointing to her mid-section. He also looked at her shapely legs.
“Yes, I like, but what the fellow did, he did, it’s over. You look fit, you’re not drunk yet, so eat something.”
Kelly didn’t know why, but she didn’t say a word when this attractive stranger ordered food, food for only her. He didn’t drink anymore either, just sat there watching her, speaking now and then about nothing and watched.
“You’re not a nut or something, gonna’ strangle me later,” she said. “You’re pretty and walked into this run down bar. You truly shine more than the rest “.
“Shine?” Kelly looked around the bar, it’s outside patio, some others. Mostly worn out people from worn out walks of life. The owner and bartender was an ex-con, a heavy set woman named May. Kelly had learned from Tom that he lived in a cottage on May’s property.
“What do you do?” Kelly finished her coffee that Tom had made her in his cottage, where they were after leaving the bar. Kelly didn’t mind it, for it was small and very clean. In the new light of his place, Tom’s face was more handsome and fresh, she didn’t know why she was with him. Maybe it was because the married man she was in love with before, the one whom for four years has promised to leave his wife and kids, but didn’t. And it all came to an end shortly before meeting Tom.
Now for days she’d been wearing Tom’s clothes; she took nothing with her when racing away from L.A.
They had made love the second day and had done so three times a day. There was something about Tom, something strange, life a man from an understanding world, a soft sweet world. Yet he hadn’t really told her what he did for work. He just spoke of far away places and the desert.
“Well, you see, I write,” he spoke looking off into her eyes as they laid naked on the bed.
“Yes, out there,” pointing out an open door. An opening to barren land, and a star filled sky. His cottage being a good distance from May’s roadside place…..and at the edge of vast terra firma…..Kelly let her eyes absorb the desert as they grew heavy…..she slept.
When she awoke, he was gone, she waited.
When the sun was high she stepped out through that open door, and noticed some tracks that she began to follow, his tracks…..
In time, Kelly came to a large patch of sand surrounded by tall desert weeds of a harsh sun beaten place. She stood there on a small rise looking for Tom. That’s when she noticed the words, writing etched in the sand. It puzzled her so, his tracks seemed to disappear, leaving only the words all across the sand.
She read the message, some cryptic writing of a sort. The words were easy, soft and kind. She wanted to read more but she would of had to step on it. The message was narrowly spaced apart, yet there wasn’t any foot prints, tracks anywhere. She looked around nervously in all directions…..but Tom was no where to be found.
Kelly began to feel the heat of the sun, glancing down, noticing she had forgot to put on her shoes, the sand was hot as she walked around to where she thought the writing began. Finding it, she bent her body, arching it so. She even got down on all fours as far as she could see…..The words were lovely, she wanted more. She stepped so gently between the lines of sentences and read on…..
The soft words melted through her, making her heart pound and seemingly forgetting the world around her. Her troubles of late, even the new handsome Tom…..
In time, a long time, she finished. She began weeping at the very end of it. Not of sorrow but for some kind of new meaning to life, her life. This time as her palms wiped away her tears, she knew the past was gone. This day was a new beginning for her. The words in the sand were about her, meant for her.
She sat there a long time, not wanting to leave her verses…..then a warm breeze began and a gust of wind, wind not from the north, south, east, or west, but from straight above her. She looked up…..then across the written sand. At the start of the words she saw the breeze swirl and twist gently, it began erasing the lines one at a time. She stood up frightened, standing still but didn’t run and waited till’ the soft wind was with her at the very end, erasing and even touching her feet. The touch of it brought a glow to her soul, when the last word was all gone, the wind suddenly stopped. She believed it rose, up, up and away. Getting nervous again, she quickly ran for the cottage…..it wasn’t there. She ran on to May’s…..
“Where’s the cottage, where’s Tom!” cried Kelly.
Kelly stood in front of the bar, the place was empty.
“Honey, is that your car out front?”
Kelly didn’t want to hear about her damn car.
“The small cottage back there, it was blue and Tom the nice looking guy who rents it?” Kelly inquired of May.
The bartender gazed out the small window behind the register and looked at the ……emptiness, only sun and desert.
“Maybe you better have some water”, as May began to pour some in a glass.
Kelly ran to the backdoor again….. so searching with her eyes. Then, not knowing why….. went to her car and drove away.
[to be continued]
By: George Martorano