“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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