Hello There

By Abby )

Note: This story is property of Abby. Any publication of this work without the author’s permission is strictly forbidden.

On another note: I know I haven’t updated in a long time... and this story is actually a few months old. But I hope you enjoy it. Someday I’ll get back to work on “Coffee, Tea, and Second Chances,” but married life has gotten me all busy :-D Cheers!

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Hello there. How are you doing? I know that I haven’t talked to you in a while. I really meant to call. It has only been a few days, but sometimes days can feel like years, don’t they?

Oh dear, you don’t remember me, do you? My name is Genevive…we met at the Bellagio in Vegas, do you remember? You were playing the slots next to me and I didn’t know what I was doing. We made eye-contact, you attempted to help me, and hand-contact was made.

Do you remember now?

Surely you must. We went to dinner together. Not one of those buffet places, but one of those fancy hotel-top restaurants. I believe you had the lobster, and I had the souffle. You had the Pinot Noir and I had the Charonnay. We talked for hours. We had lots in common, you know. We grew up in large families, both enjoyed modern art, loved to travel, loved to take chances…

Still not striking any chords?

Perhaps this will help. We spent the week together, and before we knew it, we were madly in love. Oh, you may not believe me, but in a moment of risk-taking we headed to the 24-hour chapel. Yes, we sure did. We got married, look at my finger if you don’t believe me. I know it’s just a brass ring, but there it is, the proof. I’ve always loved this ring. It wasn’t an expensive ring, hardly one that any girl would think of when they imagine their wedding day. You offered to buy me a nicer one later on, but I preferred this one. It’s been on my hand for 40 years, and I never plan to take it off.

Please don’t look at me like I’m crazy.

If you don’t remember me, you must surely remember our son. Yes, we have a son. His name is Caleb. He’s grown and away living on the East coast, married with his own children, but do you at least remember his childhood? He used to follow you around like a lost puppy, helping you with the yardwork, watching as you worked in the shop. You loved to take him to the lake nearby. You would always come home with five or six fish. My expert fishermen.

You recall when he left for college? We were very upset to let him out into the world; we didn’t know what to do with ourselves. We looked around us and realized that the years had gone by. But that day you took my hand and reminded me of how I loved you so much. That night you had Pinot Noir and I had Chardonnay.

Do you remember me now? Do you remember our years together?

Do you remember our love carrying us through the better and the worse?

Please.

Well, I didn’t expect that you would remember. I was told this was not one of your better days. I always hope that they aren’t right.

I’ll come tomorrow. Perhaps you’ll be feeling better and you’ll remember everything once more. I pray to God you will. Sometimes I feel so lonely without you.

Goodbye, dear. I love you.