Innervate

Until recently, I had been heading in the wrong direction. Everything I loved, had been taken away from me. Consequently, I took out my anger on my friends. They weren’t to blame, but I had to transfer the pain. They didn’t understand, and I’m not sure I understood myself.

I was about to let all the pain go, but someone, or something intervened. It was the middle of the night and I had one leg up on the bridge railing.

“Are you stretching?” she asked, coming to a sudden stop.

“Why? What is it to you?”

“That was very nasty.”

She had a confused look on her face and started to resume her run. “Wait.”

“What?”

“It is the middle of the night, what are you doing out so late?”

“Why? What is it to you?”

“Okay, we’re even. I’m sorry. My name is Adam, thanks for stopping. What is yours?” Even in the limited bridge lighting I could see her expression change dramatically, and her eyes glisten.

She turned and suddenly gripped the railing with both hands, starting to rock back and forth.

“I said I was sorry, but recently my life has turned to crap…I didn’t mean to take it out on you, too.” She turned and studied me for the longest time. I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks. Finally, I saw someone more in pain than myself. I didn’t even know her, but I wanted to comfort her.

When she turned so quickly I thought she was going to hurdle the railing. Holding onto the railing so tightly her knuckles were white. “You’re in my spot.”

“What?”

“I said, you’re in my spot.”

“I don’t understand.”

She turned and I could see her blue eyes shedding tears like rain. “One of us tonight is an angel, and I’m not sure whether it is me, or you.” She looked up at the night sky. “I lost my brother two weeks ago. Right here…right where you are standing. I came here tonight to join him, but you were in my spot.”

“Misery loves company.” I could see her shaking, but it wasn’t a cold night. I don’t quite know why, but I opened my arms and she fell into them. Soon, we were both sobbing. I felt a new purpose, and I wanted to protect her.

Eve and I have fallen madly in love and have a new purpose to innervate each other. We are training for a marathon in memory of her brother, who used to be a long-distance runner, but came back from overseas missing a leg.

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About Dick C Waters

Five published novels in the Scott Tucker series, and one short-story anthology. One romance novel published under Dixie Waters. Born in Boston Massachusetts Attended NorthEastern University Now Retired - Forty Plus Years in Computer Manufacturing/Distribution Former Real Estate Broker - MA Former PMI Certified Project Manager Several Director Level Positions Enjoy Reading and Writing
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One Response to Innervate

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