07 April, 2015

The Canyon

Here is my entry from the March 27th's Creative Prompt:

He sat on the bar overlooking the scenery. He had finally made it there. Six months late, but he had finally fulfilled her wish to come to the canyon.

The canyon – she had been obsessed with it for as long as he could remember. Their families weren’t rich and could not afford the trip. But she knew everything about it. She knew its depth, its length, the space between the ridges. She used to go on about the wildlife and the best time to go.

She knew that too – the best time to go. She always talked about how they would go there in the fall and watch the sun hit the golden leaves on the other side.

Somehow without ever seeing it she had described it perfectly.

They were married after college. He took a job the next town over and they moved. They realized money was going to be tight, but they hung a poster and started a fund to get to the canyon.

Then she got sick. It came without warning, a cold that didn’t feel right.

Tests, injections, medications… More tests. He hated the smell of hospitals. He hated waiting. He hated how every waiting area had a TV on or that people could go about their day as if it was normal.

Normal – what did that word mean?

She died less than a year later. The fund was spent to pay for her funeral. At 31, he was alone.

Unwilling to get lost in the memories, he looked over the scene again. He tried to take it all in. Tried to take in the details she had told him about. He had finally made it.

Sliding his pack from his shoulders he removed the urn. He had talked to it the entire trip, on the train ride, in the hotel room, on the hike up there. It felt silly but it also brought finality.

“We made it Elly,” he said. Opening the urn he turned it to the wind. The warm breeze hit his face, carrying his wife with it. “We made it,” he said again.

Looking to the sun on the other side of the canyon he couldn’t help but notice the colors were somehow dimmer then they had been a moment before.



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