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Sad Fiction Romance

The canister had always been there, rolling around at the bottom of his duffle bag. Whenever he packed, his fingers would graze over the smooth, gray top, but he’d never take it out, never look directly at it. Sometimes when he unpacked, the canister would get wound up in a dirty sock or wedged inside a pocket, and it would come up with a handful of laundry as he went to chuck it into the machine. Whenever this happened, Jake would carefully retrieve the black cylinder and tuck it back into the bottom corner of his bag. 

That’s where it belonged. That’s where it stayed. For years. 

It had been so long, he no longer remembered what was on the film, what pictures could be frozen there on the tiny strip of celluloid. 

When Maggie died, Jake was lost. He left his job, gave up their apartment, packed a few things into his duffle bag, and left town. He gave up on himself, letting his hair grow long and his beard grow white.

He drove the highways aimlessly, stoic behind the wheel of their beloved ‘69 Charger. Maggie loved that car more than most things and having her gone, looking to his right and seeing her seat empty was like a dagger to the side every time he looked. In the late afternoons, he could imagine her there; small hand hanging out of the window, fingers surfing on the wind. He could see the golden light of sunset in her fiery hair, illuminating her pale, beautiful face like an angel. If he wanted it badly enough, Jake could reach across the seats and take her hand, close his fingers around the apparition, feel her close. 

But when reality returned, it hit hard. 

His tears never seemed to stop, falling hard like a downpour on the windshield. The back of his hand wasn’t as efficient as the wipers to blast the drops of salty pain away, but it was all he had. When it was bad, he pulled over, caution lights blinking on the side of the road until the worst was over.  

Jake stuck to the smaller towns, enjoying the feel of an old-timey Main Street. He liked to see the houses built close together, their covered porches inviting neighbors and strangers alike to sit and talk. He loved the old mom and pop stores, their windows filled with enticing seasonal displays. He told the time by these windows, counting months with glittered paper shamrocks or tiny American flags. 

Mostly he floated. There was nowhere to be, no destination waiting for him at the end of the road. He slept in the car, stretching his long legs across the backseat and using her old gray hoodie as a pillow. Her smell had long ago faded, but if he tried hard enough, Jake could remember the faint hint of coconut that always seemed to spring from her skin. She liked to tease him saying that being from Florida meant that everything about her was tropical, even her scent. He didn’t care why she smelled like she did, what shampoo or lotion combination made her so delicious, he just knew that she was. 

Maggie had been the light of and in his life and now he wandered in the shadows without her. 

At night, with passing headlights rolling across the roof, Jake would conjure up a dream of her. It was routine now. He started with her hair, that flaming red mess of curls that tangled between his fingers, catching even when he tried to be smooth with his touches. Her eyes came next, faded denim blue beneath pale lashes that were almost blonde in the sunlight. They were his favorite; clear and true and filled with nothing but love when they lingered on his face. 

He’d fall asleep like that, imagining her features, recreating her in his mind. Some nights she would sneak into his dreams and he’d curl in on himself, loving the fantasy. Other times there was nothing behind his eyes, no comforting smile, no warm laugh, no touch from her delicate hand. 

Those nights were cold and sleep was far from his grasp. The worst part was, those nights were coming more often lately. It seemed harder for him to invoke her spirit, to remember the curve of her cheek, the pitch of her nose. 

Maggie was fading away. 

He worked odd jobs when he felt like it or when his wallet was empty and the gas tank was low. He was strong and tall, and construction work came easy to him, though there was no passion in it for him. It was just a day or two out in the sun, tanning his big arms and filling the car back up. A few bosses would ask him to stay on, but he never accepted. There were roads left to travel, stars yet to sleep beneath. He made a few friends along the way, but none would ever stick; it wasn’t worth the effort anyway. He knew he wasn’t good for anything without her, wasn’t someone anyone would want to know. He was just a traveler now, a ghost like her.

The desert was dry and sweat was beading on his chest and brow. He beat the drops away but they came right back, teasing him like some wicked dream. With the sun bright in the distance, he squinted at the road ahead and marveled at the steam coming up from the pavement. Heat lines danced before his eyes and the white lines blurred. His vision was glossy; his eyes were stinging. 

Reaching into the backseat, Jake dug into the duffle bag and fished around for a clean shirt. He needed something to wipe the day away, to clear his head once more before the mirage on the side of the road took over. 

Fumbling, his fingers chanced upon the canister and Jake recoiled. He never pulled it out, never looked at it lest it disappear forever. His heart was racing, head pounding from the heat. He reached again and the film can slipped into his palm. His fingers closed around it and Jake brought it out for the first time, holding it tight and pressing his fist to his chest. 

Maggie was inside, he knew. 

Maggie’s gorgeous smile. Her big front teeth and ears that stuck out just a bit too much on the tops. Her freckles, her spirit, her love. 

He clutched the can and chewed his lip, biting back the tears, fighting the sweat and pain. 

Two towns later he found a place to develop the film and he sat outside on a weather-worn bench, counting down the hour in his mind. The street was like a hundred he’d seen; people milling about under the mid-morning sky, small storefronts crowded together, their colorful awnings shading the sidewalk. 

It seemed nice, yet like every other place: empty without her.

When time was up, Jake went back inside, ducking beneath the bells that jingled on the door. He thanked the clerk and held the envelope tight in his hand. 

It sat on the passenger's seat as he drove away, unopened, the photos unseen. 

It leaned up against the ketchup bottle at the diner as Jake ate his burger, the pictures still a mystery.  

Jake stared at the packet as he sipped his coffee, dragging up the will to set the images free. He’d been running from them for so long, from the ache of whatever was inside, he was terrified now to open it. Afraid he would break down when he saw her face, that he would scream at the world around him when her ghost returned, crisp and beautiful, solid in his hands. 

He’d been running too long. He was tired. 

Jake took a breath and opened the envelope, tipping it over to let the photographs spill out onto the tabletop. 

When he looked down, his eyes blurred behind thick tears. Every photo was of him. Every snapshot was a random moment he’d shared with Maggie, but all from her point of view; all an angle of him. His smile, his crooked nose, his shaggy blond hair, his hands, his lips. It was all him. 

For so long, he’d been holding onto her, and all along she’d been holding onto him. 

May 03, 2022 16:51

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153 comments

Sharon Hancock
01:10 Jun 06, 2022

Your first sentence is perfect! Made me so curious about the rest of the story. 😻

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Bella Lucas
18:10 Jun 05, 2022

I'm so excited my husband is back after he left me for another woman. My husband was having an affair with a co-worker and i love my husband so much but he was cheating on me with his co-worker and this girl i think use witchcraft or black magic on my husband to make him hate me and this was so critical and uncalled-for, I cry all day and night for God to send me a helper to bring back my boyfriend! I was really upset and I needed help, so I searched for help online and I came across a website that suggested that Dr Jumba can help get ex-bo...

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Bella Lucas
18:10 Jun 05, 2022

I'm so excited my husband is back after he left me for another woman. My husband was having an affair with a co-worker and i love my husband so much but he was cheating on me with his co-worker and this girl i think use witchcraft or black magic on my husband to make him hate me and this was so critical and uncalled-for, I cry all day and night for God to send me a helper to bring back my boyfriend! I was really upset and I needed help, so I searched for help online and I came across a website that suggested that Dr Jumba can help get ex-bo...

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Demian Ford
22:57 Jun 03, 2022

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Xochilt Atizay
20:06 May 28, 2022

Phenomenal writing and story! Beautiful imagery!

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Carly Arden
08:47 May 28, 2022

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Faith H
01:00 May 27, 2022

I love how you captured the emotions Jake was feeling! It made the reader feel hopeless along with the character. Great job :)

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Isabella Laing
15:38 May 26, 2022

I was not expecting that last sentence. Oh my word. . .I'm baffled. This was SO good <3

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15:23 May 26, 2022

Wonderful! The vividness of your descriptions of their lives together and his without her. A twisty ending :) Well done!

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Kevin Coleman
23:30 May 25, 2022

This was really beautiful and deeply poignant. I savoured every word.

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Rebekah Jordan
00:22 May 26, 2022

Thank you so much!

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Scott Tibbs
00:03 May 24, 2022

I loved your story Rebekah. It was well-written and flowed nicely, a pleasure to read. It reminded me of a past love lost. I also liked the way you included sensory details, great visuals too. And the twist at the end was unexpected. Nice work!

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Tom Davis
20:42 May 20, 2022

Wow that was awesome. Loved every word of this. The ending was the biggest surprise.

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Andi Berkeley
16:09 May 20, 2022

It was sad but in the end so amazing. Loved reading it.

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M. M.
11:49 May 20, 2022

Reminds me of a Lifetime movie I saw about a man who's wife died and he took off in his Charger hiding in the dessert in the end. Well written loved the description and the raw emotion. congrats

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Chris Morris
06:54 May 20, 2022

Beautiful from start to finish. No wonder this won. Your story puts the reader right in the shoes of the main character and makes us feel the weight of every word. And the last two paragraphs are just perfect. Congratulations.

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Angel Angel
14:07 May 19, 2022

I loved it ! Thank you Rebekah.

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Chloe Arbon
18:53 May 18, 2022

I love the description! So fun and easy to read!

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Trey Roehr
17:17 May 18, 2022

joe mama

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James Freeh
00:41 May 18, 2022

Gorgeous story.

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Rebekah Jordan
14:22 May 18, 2022

Thank you!

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Kevin Broccoli
16:10 May 17, 2022

I'm so mad it took me this long to get around to reading this story, because what a knockout. I saw these people so clearly and could have kept reading for hours. Congratulations.

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Rebekah Jordan
14:23 May 18, 2022

this is lovely to hear, thank you so much!

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