The roaring is drawing me. As I make my way through the trees and
bushes, the sound intensifies, rising to a deafening level. Suddenly I am
out of the trees, facing what I believe to be an ocean. Huge waves crash
against the rocks and cliffs and I realize the roaring originated from this
isolated inlet. The air is filled with salt spray and seagulls, sunbeams and
rainbow prisms, everywhere. Walking down to the water's edge, I feel the
warm sand stick to my feet, and I inhale a lungful of sweet, clean air.
Aah, . . .bliss.
I walk over to find a dry place to sit on the rocks. Immediately she is
there beside me, dressed as a french maid, offering me a small dish of
exotic cheese wedges and a glass of red wine to wash them down. As she
bends over to set down the tray, I pull on the white apron strings and the
little maid's garment falls away. She laughs lightly, then joins me on the
rocks. We watch the waves breaking noisily on the beach, . .together. We
feel the spray land on our faces and arms.
Aah, . . .bliss.
Clouds move across the sky, blocking the warm sunlight for a brief
moment. A light rain falls , dripping nourishing moisture on all living things.
Minutes later the rain has departed and the rays of the sun are back. We
rise from the rocks as one. Hand in hand, together, we find the trail that
leads back into the woods. She sings to me, a celtic song of undying love,
and I hear the sincerity in her voice, her expressions. She is beautiful.
Aah, . . .bliss.
Back at the cabin, we prepare for our nightly goodbyes. We watch the sun-
set, all of the vivid colors slowly sinking out of sight. In the gathering
darkness, God talks to us directly as we sit on the balconey. God asks me
if I had a good day and I answer in the affirmative. God says he is happy
with the world now, and that makes us feel wonderful. God blesses us,
then leaves , saying he'll be back again tomorrow.
Aah, . . .bliss.
We walk together into the bedroom, and disrobe. Naked, we walk to the
closet, where I kiss her and remove the key. Her system down, her eyes
closed, she looks gentle and peaceful as I close the closet door. I walk
over to the communication table , sit down, and once again begin the
seemingly meaningless task of trying to contact someone, . .anyone. There
has never been an answer, not once in ten years, but I continue to try
because it is my duty. I feel sure I am the last of my kind, - human. I do
not miss the others like I used to. I do not miss the hatred and violence.
I do not miss the wars. I do not miss the ravaging of this planet. And with
the departure of those elements, a blissful peacefulness now exists.
Aah, . . .bliss.
I take a warm shower and then dress for bed, picking a light pair of
pajamas to sleep in. I think of the girl in the closet. Of course she's really
not a girl. She's an atmospheric companion, a model R-2013. She was
provided to me when I was first assigned to this post. She never gets mad,
and she never gets sad. I think I'm adjusting to being the last living human
on earth. I just wish she . . . . . .I'll think I'll call her . . ."Bliss".
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Great work SIEGE.
Your tone is just perfect...very calm, a hint of loneliness. Really good.
I think it's fascinating how many writers in this contest have drawn a clear line between isolation and peace...like there is a PURITY that we long
for in this crowded, crowded world.
Star from me.
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