White Wine and Winter Skies
Purples, reds, oranges and yellows
covered the setting sun, a sight a painter longs for. The air was
mist and fresh from the previous rain; tiny drops of water still
remained in the glittering grass. A seventy year old man walked
safely towards the newly made gravestone covered by upturned
piles of mud now wet. Tracing his fragile fingers along the
flowers he had bought three white roses her favorites he thought.
Placing them down his eyes lingered on the snow shaped tombstone:
Rene Walsh 1940-2009 blessed wife RIP.
The elderly man laid an old blanket
on the wet floor next to his deceased wife, sitting down he
poured himself a cup of white wine. He reminisced his blessed
times with his wife, the time he lent her his jacket, the first
ever touch and how that has sent him up to the sky. How he felt
now without her by his side, the emptiness taking over his heart
The old man also recalled of the
negative sides on how he saw his girl with another man murdered
him both on the inside and out, how this has left him like a
broken record, how he wished to attempt suicide. Being rejected
once was surely a sign of not wanted. Solitary at the age of
eighteen he found out his reasons for being at this
The aged man was drowned into his
flashback memories as if it has been put in a box deep down in
the attic long forgotten.
40 years earlier
"Mr. Walsh, could you please report
to the main reception thank you" a familiar voice boomed from the
speakers. Being woken up from his slumber Mr. Walsh shuffled out
into the hallways. A whole atmosphere different to his safe haven
resides outside his office. The strong hospital smell of peroxide
and medicine overtook his senses. Passing by the busy colleagues,
he made his way towards the reception. Taking the clipboard off
the table he skimmed through the never ending list of patients he
would have today. One certain name caught his eye Rene
"Rene Blessing could it be?" he said
as if never believing this name existed before. Shaking his head
he proceeded to room 108.
"Mr. Walsh you have got a pat..."
said his overweight secretary but was interrupted by
Mr. Walsh harsh voice "Not
Once again he carried on with his
hunt. Standing outside room 108 he was unsure of what to do.
Surely it could not be her, and the idea of her having a husband
and children made him fractious. Either way she seemed dead to
him a dead end full of rejection and despondency, he just
couldn't bring himself down to be rejected twice. Grasping the
handle unsure of what to do he went inside. His breath was caught
inside his mouth there she was
The one and only he loved but how
could he tell her. Her long raven hair hung loosely around her
round face, sucked in cheekbones visible showing signs of
malnutrition, a face so pale looking like a dead ghost,
glittering hazel eyes looking up at him. A wave of heat washed
over him but he made sure not to glance at her way.
Taking a chair he sat next to her,
no way would she have remembered him.
"Hi I'm Doctor Walsh" he said in a
welcoming tone. Years of masking his pain off have finally paid
"Rene" she replied in a squat
"I see here that you have neck
stiffness and headaches, how long have you had that for?" he
"Two weeks now I don't know what it
is yet though I'm waiting for a reply" she whispered. He had to
strain his ears to be able to her what she said.
"Any other symptoms rash
"I don't think so just been tired
lately". He reached for his stethoscope and placed it on her
"Now if you could please breath in
and out, yes that's right...a couple more of that thanks" moving
the stethoscope around her delicate yet fragile body he felt for
her lungs and the difficulty in them taking in the oxygen.
"I'm going to issue you blood test
to see what is causing this" looking up he met her eyes; yes he
thought the same glittering hazel eyes. He could feel his head
spinning round, the sweaty hands holding the stethoscope; any
minute now they would fall. He heard a faint gasp escaping from
those cherry yet delicate lips.
"Are you ...?" she stopped in
midsentence trying to remember who this handsome man was.
"I didn't think you would remember"
he managed to say whilst still in shock. He could feel his love
being re-united, reframed, and restarted in his heart all over
"Yeah me neither...I'm sorry for
"No, no I'm going to get the nurse
to take a few blood samples of you. Her question knocked him back
to the hospital, bolting straight up he raced to the door. A
faint whisper slammed him to the floor thinking if his brain was
"I'm sorry did you need anything" he
asked turning around, he just wanted to escape this room that
held so many confusion, memories and blunt forms of reality. Her
cheeks turned a solid red, and she buried herself further down on
the hospital bed.
"Sorry, I-I still have your jacket"
the words hit him like a tornado without
Words could explain how he felt. His
heart was yet again burning alive.
They spent most of the countless
summers together showing each other their love they have for one
another. Sipping white wine and exchanging well know laughs and
smiles. Never in his life did he think of her being his, his love
getting lost and then found this was like a game to him. He knew
from that day on he would marry her. He led her to the first
place they met each other. Three months it has taken him to
create the perfect proposal. On December the third he asked for
her acceptance. Her cheeks were rosy her lips the colour of
cherry. All in one motion he turned around to her, getting down
in one knee and asking for her future.
From this day on his heart lived
without getting lost. Getting the privilege to wake up in the
morning to the most beautiful angel in the world, to watch her
delicate face wrinkle, her raven hair turn white, her smooth
hands turn into flimsy ones , yet that didn't mean anything thing
to him because he was the happiest man on this planet.
Her battle with meningitis was lost
after forty years; he didn't mind any of that as he had his fair
share with life on this planet with her.
He has been with her through good
and bad times, through sickness and health. Who could have
guessed that the same reason she was brought back into his life
was the same reason she was taken out of it?
He was brought back to reality as a
raindrop fell upon his check. He looked up, no raindrops where in
sight but only a pale and gray colour only winter sky possesses
surrounded him. He realized that it was his own tears that
brought him back, his tears that held so many reasons of loving
her, his tears that always helped him recall all the memories,
his tears that were calling her back home.