Indian Summer

The shower in their cabin, at the Jenny Lake Lodge, in Teton National Park.

This was their honeymoon, he remembered. They'd been married a few days, and he was so madly in love with her. That was all he could remember now...their one true love was all that was left in the universe.

"You're here," he heard his wife whisper, and he turned to her, to those sweet eyes he had fallen in love with those oh so many years ago. "At last...you're here..." She was crying now, crying so hard she was shaking, and she dove into his arms and held on to him with a blind fury that staggered him. "I've been so lonely," she sobbed. "I was afraid you'd never find me..."

"Well, I think I had a little help."

"Oh? She found you?"

"Yes. You could say that."

"There were so many places...places you could have run to..."

"Yes, I suppose so. Well, I'm here now, Mary." He took her in his arms and pulled her close as he looked around the cabin, unsure of who he was, or what had happened, but he held on to her like he'd never let go of this moment ever again, and then suddenly, he was quite certain he never really would.

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