Buried Memories

Dreaming, Shelly melted into Steven's arms; she felt his lips feeding on her. A spiritual awareness made the last twenty years disappear.

 

The phone rang. Her mind still cloudy, the bad news from her son permeated her mind like a sponge soaking up urine. Steven’s picture covered the corner of Sunday’s obituary page.

 

 

The previous week, he filled her with sounds of his bass guitar. Feeling vibrations a half-mile from her home, Shelly ached to see him perform.

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Old friends came together to grieve. Tears fell from grown men’s eyes. A woman moaned as she clutched his face in her hands. Lung cancer stole his life at thirty-seven.

 

Steven never told Shelly of his illness, sparing her pain.

 

She watched as her heart was lowered into a large hole; each person passed a shovel to fill it.

 

Although saddened, her husband finally felt a heavy burden lifted.

Author's Note

Steve died April 3, 2008

Reviews

[Jacqueline]

This was such an emotional and bold piece! It's never easy reliving painful times and having memories well up as you write. My heart goes out to you!

[Lindsey:)]

very very good.
i loved it.
and iwanted to say thank you for the review too.
i really want to go far with my songs and my music.
it inspires me very much.

[Vonnette]

Very touching. Love "the bad news from her son permeated her mind like a sponge soaking up urine". powerful imagery.