If you're lucky, one day you may find your very long life gone, but full of memories...
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Millie Mulligan was chasing the moon-dog when I came upon her, a wild child for sure I saw as I spied on her from the rocks.
I’d been lost in my thoughts for far too long and had decided to take a beach walk to clear them.
She’d always seemed so far out of reach to me and so I studied her from afar.
I’d already made one boo-boo when I’d looked at her in class and it turned into a stare that her friends pointed out and she took exception to it and had stood up and stared me down.
I woke up from that the joke of the class and so shrunk away into myself. I’d made a mistake that I wouldn’t make again; but I couldn’t help liking her; she fascinated me with her hair so dark and long and her eyes so bright and full of life and I could see she was fun to be with, always surrounded by her admiring friends and bright, the head of the class, easily answering questions and able to learn so quick she was astonishing.
I on the other hand spent my time at the back of the class lost inside myself and often relegated to the dunces corner for not forthcoming with the correct answers when asked, perhaps because when the spotlight was on me I froze up a lowered my head and mumbled anything to get the attention off me for fear of being laughed at again and in this way I became the weird one and untouchable except to be laughed at, ridiculed and bullied in the playground.
So I lived in my own world and was left to it and the prognosis was that I would never amount to anything.
And now looking back over a very long life I see they were right for I’ve spent it alone with my own thoughts for company, wandering from one place to another until just recently when I came back to my childhood town and moved into my deceased mother’s ramshackle house by the sea.
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Now we were both old and I wondered what her life had been like and if it had been good to her as I spied on her once again from the rocks by the sea with the surf forever kissing the sand of the shore and the gulls above crying their age old song of hunger.
As she came close to pass by where I hid I could see on her face the lines that showed a life of laughter and joy and a lightness of being only angels know. Her hair was white now but I could see she was still fun to be with, that even alone she was enjoying life with the wind playing with her hair and the sun dancing with her being.
The sand caressed her bare feet, only one set of footprints going back along the beach, until she came to mine and following them with her eyes to the rocks where I hid we finally met again and she caught me again staring at her and again she faced me and stared hard into my eyes and I saw that she recognised me. She remembered me.
My heart quickened, for I was caught.
“What are you doing hiding there?” she asked.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” I replied.
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Link to one of my older stories: https://steemit.com/aberfan/@wales/wake-my-soul-from-the-stone