This is my entry for Rachael Ritchey’s writing Blog Battle: http://rachaelritchey.com/blogbattle/
Week 28 Theme is Orchid and the genre of my short story is Paranormal Romance.
Date to Post: Tuesday, September 29th, 2015
Rules:
1.1000 words max
2.fictional tale (or true if you really want)
3.PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
4.Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related
5.Go for the entertainment value!
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9.Have fun!
Orchid Girl
The heady exotic scent of the orchids reminded him of a time long ago. On that particular day he had filled his living room with a floral tribute to a past life which he celebrated each year without fail. But this time it was different, he had made special plans and now they were about to come to fruition. He waited nervously for the clock to announce that it was time for him to pick Suzie up. He could hardly contain his excitement; he set about making his house as beautiful as he could so that it would meet Suzie’s expectations. But would Suzie meet his?
He had been met with derision when he told his friends and family about his plans, a mail order bride how ridiculous! A middle aged, lonely old man, exhibiting signs of desperation that’s what they’d said, or intimidated.
He greeted his bride at the airport with a shy hug. An almost perfect vision of beauty, her petite frame, and jet black hair gleamed with a glossy, playful youthfulness but her delicate features couldn’t conceal a tragic expression that seemed irreversible.
He wondered how he was to bear looking at such a sad face for the rest of his life. He prayed that he could turn the sharp downwards turn of her lips to a smile.
The journey back to his house was more or less silent apart from short bursts of conversation, in which she replied with a yes or a no.
But when she walked into the living room, she couldn’t contain her enthusiasm.
“This pretty,” she said, pointing at the orchids, a hint of a smile playing seductively on the edge of her lovely lips.
The orchids had won a tiny place in her heart, orchids always did.
As the day departed and evening began to suggest itself Alfred’s nervousness increased. It was such a long time since he had gone to bed with a woman. So many years, he did not care to count how many. He worried about his wobbly tummy, his hairy chest smattered with tiny grey hairs. Would this young woman cry and sob into his sheets, would he be the cause of a further sharp downturn of her sweet lips?
He gave her privacy to get undressed, imagined her placing a silky negligee on the bed, slipping into it, and laying her head on his pillow. He imagined her black hair fanned out on the pillow, a sharp contrast to the crisp whiteness of the sheets. He plucked one of the orchids from its stem, and took it up to her intending to pop it into her hair.
When he walked into the bedroom the humid room reminded him of a stifling greenhouse. He opened the window to let in some fresh air. He daren’t look at her, not yet, that magical moment would come later. As the fresh air drifted into the room, he turned to undress her with his gaze, but he saw his foolishness straight away.
He sat on the edge of the crisp bed, his eyes brimming with tears. He deserved this. It was always the same, she never came. He wept, picking up his wedding picture, his wife Grace stared back at him. Grace’s smiling face could match the most beautiful of sunsets. He couldn’t bear it, why did he torture himself this way? She had died without his saying goodbye. No final farewell.
Every year it was the same, on the anniversary of her death, he always bought orchids, her favourite flower and he filled their home with them. But she didn’t come. He had resorted to shock tactics, imagining a fantasy to bring her back to him one last time. His fantasy scenarios never worked, he sensed her presence in their room, but she didn’t return to him. Why would she?
He didn’t deserve her. He cried, and cried. He lifted up the tiny bottle of pills, his hands trembled as he tipped them out. Such tiny pills, he thought, so harmless looking. The water next, one big gulp and it would be all over, no more suffering. But as he turned the lid of the bottle, he thought he saw a tiny movement. The glass had moved, it was no longer on his bedside table but appeared to be hovering before him. As he looked at the glass more closely he saw the sweet semblance of his wife, a shimmering sunset glow, holding death away from him. The water tipped, evaporating as it splashed.
Alfred couldn’t believe his eyes. She had come back, his Grace, his love. “It’s you,” he said, his voice cracked, breaking with emotion.
“Yes.”
“My Gracie, I’ve missed you so much. Why have you taken so long to come back to me?”
“Hurt lay heavy in my heart, so my friend time, became my healer. Now the time is right for you to live and love again. Now I can rest forever.”
“No, Grace, please, there’s something I must tell you.”
“There’s no need, it has taken me a long while, but I forgive you Alfred. I always knew that you didn’t mean those hurtful words.”
“I’m so sorry Grace, I was stressed. I lost my temper, shouted at you, when I shouldn’t have. I blamed myself for your heart attack.”
“You’re not to blame Alfred. My heart attack wasn’t caused by anything you said. But all this crazy fantasising is giving me a ghost of a second heart attack! Promise me this Alfred, live your life. Let your fantasies become realities. Maybe not that mail order bride, that’s preposterous, but you know what I mean.”
“I promise, Grace.”
He tucked the living orchid in the wispy suggestion of her sunlit hair. She gifted him one last sunset smile, a whispered farewell, and the sweetest hint of a lover’s kiss.
© Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica. All Rights Reserved.
Thanks for reading my blog battle entry I hope you enjoyed it. Do comment and let me know what you think.
Bye for now,
Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx
loved it!!!
Thank you Lynz. 🙂
🙂
That was so sad. I could feel his pain. I liked the unexpected twist – I really didn’t see it coming. Great use of the prompt 😀
Thanks, glad you enjoyed the unexpected twist at the end, I had to work on that!
I really liked this. Sad but lovely writing. Good use of Orchid.
Thank you Lucy, glad you liked it. I struggled with this one a bit, I had a bit of a hectic weekend and my brain was still in freeze mode!
Awwww, what a sweet man all around. <3 I want him to be happy. PS Love the pic at the bottom. haha 🙂
He turned a corner, at first I thought he might be an adulterer but then I changed my mind. Writing takes you down all sorts of paths depending on your mood! Yes, all he wanted was his wife back, and a few fantasies to make life exciting!
Phew! I’m glad you chose this path. It warmed my heart. 🙂 But you’re right, there is an insane amount of paths!
he ending mad me smile. Such a lovely sentiment. I’m glad it ended on a positive note.
Thank you, I’m glad I went in that direction, I had a few other ideas which were less cheerful, but the positive ending seems to have been more popular.
I’m glad you ended it with him going to live his life again.
Thank you Cathleen. Yes the positive ending went down well!
a little sad but it ends well enough given the circumstances
but this line here
” He wondered how he was to bear looking at such a sad face for the rest of his life.”
yikes lol I was like Hmmmm ouch, yikes
Thanks for your thoughts Beaton, that line was a bit of a wince moment!!
A surprising twist toward the end, I loved that.
“She gifted him one last sunset smile, a whispered farewell, and the sweetest hint of a lover’s kiss.” –Wonderful way to end it, Marje, that last bit is my favorite. It’s so poetic.
Thanks, so glad you enjoyed it and the poetic ending… 🙂