Somewhere in the Not to Distant Future

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


With the tenderness of a newborn’s touch, she grasped her husband’s hand with a gentle squeeze, slowly turning her head to meet his. Looking into his eyes with the love of thirty years behind them,
her expression betrayed by all her emotions… she sensually offered him in the most provocative way “do you want to make love?”…

Submitted: June 11, 2018

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Somewhere in the not too distant future….

 

 

“Grandpa?” asked the little boy.

“Yes?” the loving old man answered.

“Where did you and Grandma Rose meet?”

With a kind countenance on his face, the old man warmly looked into his grandson’s eyes and answered, “It seems like only yesterday, but so many years ago…”, Charlie said as he gently shifted the boy onto his left knee. When the boy was settled Charlie continued, “We met on the Internet”.

“What’s the Internet Grandpa?”

“Well, back then we used computers to talk with people all over the world”.

“You mean you didn’t have Kinetic head devises?” the little boy asked inquisitively.

With a little chuckle and reminiscence of the old ways, Charlie answered “no, we actually had to type our conversations on a keyboard, sending our responses over the telephone wires”.

“Telephone wires?”

“Never mind” the old man said laughingly “it’s not important…anyway, we met on an online dating service many years ago, and I’ve been hopelessly in love with your grandma ever since”.

Not quite understanding the old way of things, the boy grasped as much information as he could accepting what he always believed... that his Grandpa and Grandma loved each other very much…and that this would never change.

With his little tired body the boy lovingly looked up and said “ I love you grandpa” and drifted off to sleep in the safe contours of the old mans arms.

Holding on to his grandson, Charlie gently rose up from the chair and tenderly carried his grandson to bed. As he laid him down, he looked at the peaceful, almost angelic expression on his grandson’s face…the look of contentment… the sense of security. “Sleep well my little angel” the old man said softly as he turned off the lamp and shut the door making sure it stayed open just a crack.

He quickly checked around making sure the house was locked up tight before heading to his room. Gently slipping into bed, he affectionately wrapped his tired old arms around his lovely wife as he always has done for the past thirty years… “Good night my sweet” Charlie said in his softest voice.

With the tenderness of a newborn’s touch, she grasped her husband’s hand with a gentle squeeze, slowly turning her head to meet his. Looking into his eyes with the love of thirty years behind them, her expression betrayed by all her emotions… she sensually offered him in the most provocative way  “do you want to make love?”…

“Hmmm…” he thought smiling with delight,  “I’m such a lucky man. Even after all these years together, you still treat me as if I were your much younger, friskier lover…I love you, sweetheart, with all my heart…but not tonight” was Charlie’s reply… betraying his voice and tired body as he gently pecked her forehead with his lips.

 “I love you too, Charlie,” she said quivering with a sprinkle of emotion in her deep, half-asleep voice.

They drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, contently knowing they’d wake up exactly the same way they had for the past thirty years.  To them, this was the way it was supposed to be….. going to bed with each other every night and waking up with each other every morning. 

In his dreams, the old man relived his life from time to time in various ways…different perspectives, various angles, watching himself really for the first time as if from the eyes of a child seeing their first flower bloom… but the older he gets the farther away his memories seem to drift. For even in his dreams, the young man who he once was seemed to be a different person. Yet there he was, strong, virile, a loving man ready to pounce on the world, but selfish in his contemptuous ways. If only he could grab a hold of that young man, he heard himself thinking and shake some sense into him, perhaps things would have been different… Regrets are a horrible emotion, especially in your dreams.

…Then his midnight illusions changed to visions of his beautiful wife. Oh, how he loved her…even from the first day they met, he knew they would spend the rest of their lives together. From the deepest jungles of the Amazon where they spent many a vacation, to the dullard day-to-day existence of married life, the old man harbored not a single regret toward his beautiful wife.  For even in his dreams, he knows he is the luckiest man alive for having met her.


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