Peter turned off the alarm clock in haste. It was 9. In 15 minutes, he was in the living room, ready for office. However, there was no sign of breakfast. “Maisy, where is my breakfast?” She stared at him and turned away. Peter had slapped her yesterday and she was acting up. The next day was the same and so was the next. If he made extra food, meaning to save some for the night, she ate everything. Anger rose in him, but he thought of its consequences. “Maisy,” he began in a low voice, “I am extremely sorry.”
Meghan stood at the entrance of the church looking at the white flowers which had begun to wither prematurely. Her husband, egged on by his friends, had carried her down the steps. They had been together for a month when he was called away to the sea. He described the calm and stormy waters in detail, calling the sea his mother and best friend. Although a little sad, he was highly excited when called away to the sea. “I am going home”, he had told her. Meghan adjusted her black veil as she went in to attend the service.
Meghan smiled at the colourful flowers and wondered if he would carry her down the steps or would be too tired to do so. Her fiancé had been called to the sea after their engagement. She thought about the fierce storm and six months of fear, wondering if he would come back. However, he was never in any doubt. He had called the sea his mother and best friend. His faith had been rewarded and he returned home, cherishing life and his loved ones. Meghan adjusted her white veil and took her dad’s arm as she entered the church.
Sid looked at the threatening blue water as he stood at the edge of a swimming pool. He remembered the day 60 years ago when his coach pushed him inside the pool. Sid had told his disappointed mother that he would never go anywhere near a pool, a beach or even a pond. He had kept his word till now. His granddaughter looked at him with determination and tenacity. “Grandpa, don’t you want to get rid of your arthritis? You can do it. Get in.” He felt some of her courage entering him as he stepped inside the water.
Roy smelled something foul as he sat in his desk. Was Mrs. D’Souza roasting almonds? Rosy and Roland bounced into the room, “Dad, we are off to the Halloween party.” They jumped and down; their black costumes and weird make-up irritated him. “Hurry up then.” He had wanted to send them to a boarding school after Lizzy’s death, but a shred of humanity in the corner of his heart prevented him from doing so. Roy choked as the odor spread through the room. Now he recognized it as cyanide; the one he had administered to Lizzy 5 years ago.
He did not belong to anyone. He used and threw them. Now he was sick from a terminal illness, lying alone. His housekeeper of 10 years walked to him and changed his clothes without emotion. “Thank you,” he told her. Had he spoken to her? She looked at him, stunned. He could detect some deep feeling behind her eyes for the first time. He had never known her eyes were intelligent and kind. Why had he not seen her before? The way she looked at him! He held her hands, gratified that he had found true love at last.