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Fiction

Senseless


I have come to feed my addiction. I can no longer control my cravings, the ache deep inside of me.


Daily I have tried to restrain my need by performing each task as if it is a religious ritual. The egg is boiled for exactly three and a half minutes, the bread is toasted to a light golden brown. The bed is made with hospital corners. The laundry is done on Mondays, groceries are bought on Tuesdays and Fridays. I watch the news at six.

Tears at six thirty.


Family and friends come and urge me to join them. A movie, or the opera? A class about watercolors, or a round of golf? I smile, slip into my shoes, put on my coat, and pretend to enjoy what’s in front of me.


But how can I enjoy myself when you are not here? Not here to give your irreverent comments, your whispered snarks, and your insightful observations. Without you, my life is grey. Whatever I do, wherever I go, whoever I see, there are no colors to admire, no music to hear, no joy in my laughter.


Please don’t tell anyone, I fear I may have lost my mind when I thought I saw you yesterday. I eagerly crossed the street to embrace you, but you weren’t there. Though the sidewalk was teeming with people, it was devoid of you. I even stepped inside our favorite coffee shop. Dejected I went home, kicking myself for forgetting that you are gone. Last night I heard a knock on the door. Hoping it was you, I rushed to answer, but it was just the wind.


Today I will gorge and fill myself with you. Here, in our special place, our sacred spot where I have preserved you.


I will battle the wind while I cross the seashell path that meanders through the dunes. I’ll sidestep clusters of sea grass that have learned to bend before the wind. Faded white clouds streak across a washed-denim sky while the pale horizon frames the late-afternoon light. Bleached wooden steps, smoothed by wind and sand, sound hollow underfoot. Dozens of once-colorful cabanas are locked tight, waiting till summer.


The sea rolls whitecaps over undulating steel. The light makes diamonds dance on liquid pewter. The surf surges and retreats taking everything only to regurgitate odds and ends. The waterline is made of strands of decaying kelp and man-made litter. The rare blob of amber gris hides in driftwood. Pipers scurry back and forth endlessly searching. Crabs sidle looking for a home. Sea gulls argue overhead. The wind and surf throb with their own constant rhythm.


Blind, deaf, and numb to everything, I single-mindedly focus on my destination. The one lone, faded red cabana set apart from the rest. The only place I know I can be alive, where I will let my senses flourish.


Here, I once again will close my eyes and let your special scent surround me as it mingles with the suntan lotion you rub over me. The ever-present brine is the sharp background to the uniqueness that is us.


I have longed for the warm sand and the slide of your hands, slick with oil, caressing my skin. I have hungered for the moist sea breeze and the touch of your lips nibbling at my ear extorting a delicious shudder. I have dreamed of the heaviness of the sun’s warmth and the weight of your body on mine. I have yearned to rub against the terry towel and feel the texture of your thigh. I wish to feel the moist heat only you can evoke.


I will strain to hear your hoarse whispers of sweet nonsense on the surge and sighs of the wind. In the roar of the incoming tide, I will listen for our groans as we remember and reach for what is to come.


Finally, I will turn and allow my eyes to feast on you. I will bask in the brilliance of your smile, the longing, promise and question in your eyes. The dimple on your right cheek and that little scar near your left eye that are permanently printed on my memory. I know the size and breadth of you.


I will touch your skin, rub, and warm my hands on the heat of your chest. I will smile and I scrape my nails across your back. I'll watch your eyes dilate and share your pleasure from my touch. I won’t wait to part my lips and taste you again, savoring the familiar comfort of your kiss, the sweetness of your breath. Then I will indulge and kiss and lick the salt off your silken skin while I feel your heart race in rhythm with mine. My breath will catch, and I’ll cry your name when you touch me. I’ll reach for you, guide you home and let you fill me, let you hold me, rock me.


While I cry. While I wish. While I miss you.


Later, after I have dried my tears, after I have relived my memories, after I have tucked you away and before I turn back toward the wind-swept dunes, I will carefully secure our cabana. Then, and only then, will I scream with the gulls to release my anguish. I will plead with the wind to blow the pain of losing you from my mind. And I will beg the moon to urge me on, to make me stay ahead of my past. I will make the crunch of the seashell path drown out the call of your voice.


When I come home, I will force myself to move on. I may scramble my egg, burn my toast, and do laundry any day I wish. Thoughtlessly I will sit through silly shows or pretend to read trashy novels. I will go out and meet new people, practice smiling and listening to new voices, I will hear new music and taste new foods.


We both know that you will always be a part of me, your voice will be a whisper in my ear and your smile embedded in my heart. I will imagine your hand holding mine and guiding me while I practice living. I must relearn to laugh without reservation, feel emotions without pain, see colors without blinders, live and enjoy each day like you taught me.


Until the next time my need for you overwhelms me, then please, I beg of you, don’t tell anyone of my addiction.


October 18, 2024 23:58

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Thomas Wetzel
06:21 Nov 05, 2024

"The sea rolls whitecaps over undulating steel. The light makes diamonds dance on liquid pewter. The surf surges and retreats taking everything only to regurgitate odds and ends. The waterline is made of strands of decaying kelp and man-made litter. The rare blob of amber gris hides in driftwood. Pipers scurry back and forth endlessly searching. Crabs sidle looking for a home. Sea gulls argue overhead. The wind and surf throb with their own constant rhythm." I wish I could write so beautifully.

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Trudy Jas
08:44 Nov 05, 2024

Thank you, Tom. It's lovely to wake up to sweet words like this. (Though why the hell I'm awake at 3;30 in beyond me.) :-)

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C. H.
21:38 Oct 30, 2024

This hit. Great story.

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Trudy Jas
21:53 Oct 30, 2024

Thank you. 😊

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Myranda Marie
15:55 Oct 30, 2024

So many feels. Well done, as always

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Trudy Jas
16:01 Oct 30, 2024

Thanks! Feels good. :-)

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Carol Stewart
11:06 Oct 28, 2024

Beautiful.

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Trudy Jas
11:29 Oct 28, 2024

Thank you!

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08:27 Oct 28, 2024

I feel so sorry for the pain of your MC. I can see what she sees and feel what she feels. So well described. So sad.

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Trudy Jas
09:07 Oct 28, 2024

Thank you, Kaitlyn. Really appreciate your comment. I'm glad that the story resonated with you.

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Daniel Rogers
03:13 Oct 27, 2024

You touch the senses brilliantly. I'm not a fan of the genre, but I like good writing, and this is good writing. Well done 😀👍

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Trudy Jas
03:19 Oct 27, 2024

Thank you, Daniel. You know, if I can have someone read a story all the way through, even though it's not their thing, I'm doing something right. Who knows, I might convert you, the way you have made me fall in love with your stumpers. :-)

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Daniel Rogers
03:29 Oct 27, 2024

Very true, and very kind of you 😀

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Jerry Borich
00:10 Oct 27, 2024

Wow Trudy. This screams of such overwhelming grief. I hope this is all fiction and not inspired by any truth. It is a good story - just really sad. I think I'll follow you and see what else is around the corner.

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Trudy Jas
00:29 Oct 27, 2024

Thanks, Jerry. So glad the story resonated with you. It's 90% fiction. We've all lost someone, haven't we? And as far as the other 70+ stories? It's a bag of mixed marbles, a few dark ones, some blue, a red one here and there, and many with a wink. If you go back and read them, I hope you will enjoy them and let me know if you do. :-) Thanks.

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Asia W
21:26 Oct 26, 2024

Wow. Genuinely beautiful work, Trudy!! "Today I will gorge and fill myself with you. Here, in our special place, our sacred spot where I have preserved you."-just absolutely stunning work!

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Trudy Jas
23:17 Oct 26, 2024

Thanks, Asia. So glad you enjoyed it. Haven' seen you around for a while. Hope you are planning come back.

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Darvico Ulmeli
15:05 Oct 26, 2024

Enjoyed much. Nicely done.

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Trudy Jas
15:06 Oct 26, 2024

Thank you, Darvico

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Chris Sage
21:23 Oct 24, 2024

This almost reads like a poem! Real depth of feelings.

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Trudy Jas
21:38 Oct 24, 2024

Wow! Thank you, Chris. Really appreciate your comment. Came just at the right time. :-)

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James Scott
23:32 Oct 23, 2024

Beautifully written and full of emotion!

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Trudy Jas
23:40 Oct 23, 2024

Thanks, James. Really appreciate your comments

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Jim LaFleur
07:24 Oct 21, 2024

Beautifully written and deeply moving.

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Trudy Jas
09:10 Oct 21, 2024

Thank you, Jim. I really appreciate your feedback.

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Daniel R. Hayes
15:09 Oct 20, 2024

This was a beautiful story full of color and emotional depth! It reminded me of loved ones lost and how precious life is. You truly have a wide range when it comes to writing!! Flawless in everyway. Oh...and yes to trashy novels...hahha!!! :)

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Trudy Jas
15:17 Oct 20, 2024

Thank you so much, Daniel. You're absolutely right. Life's precious and too short. And 👍👍to trashy novels. 😄

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Shimmer ⭐
08:33 Oct 20, 2024

My goodness! This was overwhelming in a sweet way. Changed my day, mindset and respect for your extraordinary story writing abilities.

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Trudy Jas
09:41 Oct 20, 2024

Wow, thank you, Shimmer! What lovely words to wake up to. I'm so glad you enjoyed this story. Thank you.

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Alexis Araneta
17:35 Oct 19, 2024

Trudy, this was powerful, gripping stuff. The imagery is so vivid, it makes it come to life so easily. The emotional pull in this is so strong. Lovely work !

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Trudy Jas
17:45 Oct 19, 2024

Thanks, Alexis! Thrilled that you liked it. I've had bts and pieces float through my head for quite a hwile now. Thanks for reading me..

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Kristi Gott
02:30 Oct 19, 2024

Vivid, goes to the core, rings with authenticity and emotional truth although it is listed as fiction. Sensory descriptions and imagery transport the reader into the story. The reactions, thoughts, and feelings of the narrator seem very real, which draws the reader into the story even more. Written insightfully and sensitively. Powerful story!

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Trudy Jas
03:47 Oct 19, 2024

Wow! Thank you, Kristi! I wrote this to commemorate the loss of a loved one who passed nine years ago. It's been churning, gestating and maturing for a long time. Thank you for your lovely words.

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Mary Bendickson
22:19 Oct 20, 2024

Commemorated well. You continue to amaze me with your in depth range no matter the topic. I skipped several stories on my activity list to get yours in as payback as you suggested. This is so very complete and touching. Sorry for your loss. Must have forgotten to hit the like button so will do that now.

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Trudy Jas
22:36 Oct 20, 2024

Thanks, Mary for altering your schedule. :-) This one has been sitting around in bits and pieces for a while. Came together at the right time (I hope). You're off the hook. LOL, Carry on. :-)

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