“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” ― W.B. Yeats
"In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood had as iron, Water like a stone, Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago."- Christina Rossetti
The break in the storms revealed the half-light of dawn. The fractured sunlight glinted off of the rocks and they were puzzled as to what they were looking at. But once their eyes adjusted they could see. She looked so small with her broken body and limbs sprawled across the jagged rocks; swollen waves crashing over her. She feigned a headache at dinner the night before and said she was going to take something for it and turn in early. But the reality was she couldn’t tolerate listening to her husband anymore. His condescending manner towards her and everyone else had become unbearable. When she excused herself her husband Nathan showed little interest or concern over her departure. He wanted to sit on the deck with the others and watch the first of the monster storms that were about to hit the coast. They estimated the first of the five storms would hit around nine and the others not far behind. Dark clouds had been rolling in all day and charged the air with frenetic energy. The storms were the reason they made the trek up from San Diego. The meteorologists were hailing this as the biggest set of storms to hit the Big Sur coast in decades and Nathan wanted to make sure he was there for it. Storms frightened Drea and she was less than enthusiastic about sitting on the deck being pounded with wind and rain. But Nathan insisted; going off on one of his diatribes about how she needed to get out of her comfort zone. Do things that frighten you he proclaimed, that’s how you know you are truly alive. He did little to mask his frustration that she had become a recluse and left the house only for grocery shopping and church. Nathan was boisterous and needed to be the center of attention at all times. And he needed a much larger audience than her to perform to. Drea shunned crowds and disliked trivial conversations and for the most part kept to herself. It had become a constant source of conflict in their decade long marriage. Nathan was a professor at the local university and had grown accustomed to the adoration of his young students, particularly the female ones; they were drawn in by his rakish appearance and found his brisk nature exciting. But appearances were deceiving. Drea regretted the marriage before the ink dried on the marriage certificate but her old-fashioned values forced her to stay; her parents would be disappointed if she were to divorce so she made the best of it. She longed to go back to Portugal and live the simple life she knew as a child. But she would find a way out… …Editors Note: For the rest of this story, feel free contact us at; editor@abitofmelange.com
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Literati
“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.” - Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
Follow the leader was a game we played as children - it’s time to grow up.
“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.” - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
The term “bookworm” originated because there are insects who live in and feed on the binding of books…….
This months Feature Story From “Gray Matter” by SFG