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Click here"I'm right here Alan, and I'm not leaving you again," she whispered.
There was a long pause. "Where am I Colleen -- am I dead?" he asked.
"No, my beloved, we're together. Together forever, together someplace just south of the moon."
If only that could happen. I would take that in a heartbeat. Sad but beautiful.
Nothing wrong with a little sci-fi romance sneaking into the loving wife’s category. After all fetish, group sex, etc. frequently barge in.
Cue the Star Trek theme music and the resonant baritone of the late, great Leonard Nimoy...
Psychosis...the final frontier. These are the persisting delusions born of isolation, depression and dementia in Alan's tortured mind. Their unanticipated impact, to resurrect his beloved wife and provide him comfort until he, too, departs the known universe and begins to explore brave new worlds...
Ahh darn, I got dust in my eyes again, and they're watering like mad.
Beautiful, just Beautiful. The older I get the more sentimental I am. Loved your story, 5 Stars for you.
Belongs in the fantasy category, LOL.
BTW, chaise longue if you want to use the French term. Translated it is literally long chair.
Americanize it and call it lounge chair, but please no bastardization.
Biscayne Bay because the high-rise condos face East. The moon rises in the East. Galveston does not have enough high-rise residential buildings, and the ones they do have, face south.