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05-14-2009   #1 (permalink)
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“So only five minutes…”

“Yea”

“Not a lot of time… you know…”

“Trust me… I know…”

His mind on a girl that wasn’t… any more…

“So how’s this work?”

Dwayne looked at the coffin then the man, young, in his twenties, had paid the Director for private time down here… He pitied him... he didn’t know what he was asking… a second chance at seeing, talking, and touching the woman he loved… Dwayne had been there before… five minutes was never enough.

“One touch… she comes back like nothing ever happened… perfect…”

The man looked at the coffin, it was blue lined in silver, her two favorite colors. It was one more chance to say… those clichéd three words… to ask for her forgiveness… that was all he needed… Selfish… Maybe she’d get something too… He walked over, resting his hand on the cold lid.

“Let’s do it…”

Dwayne shook his head… they always said yes…He helped lift the coffin open… Why did she have to be so beautiful?

“Once I touch her… time starts thirty seconds after… I’ll come in once it’s close to five minutes… then we cleanup”

The man nodded, using his left hand to wipe away falling tears… Her green eyes, her cinnamon hair, her light almost ivory skin…Beautiful…He moved to touch her scars… eyeing the stitching along her neck down to her collarbone…. Dwayne reached first and made eye contact.

“See you in four.”

Her eyes opened as Dwayne left the room… fluttering… Her hands and arms struggled against the bonds of the coffin… flesh tore as she screamed.

“Jonathan?”

The memories were slow…. She remembered him… How could she not? It was his car… his kiss… Still she didn’t know why she reached out and slapped him across the face. He staggered as she climbed from her prison.

“Stacey stop… I’m sorry… listen we don’t have much time”

She was on him, her fingers digging into his neck… Her knee trying to destroy any chance of having kids…

“I hate you… what’d I always tell you…the drinking… would… kill me”

They rolled around like the crashing memories of her healing mind… Her words hurt more than her fists… She was always there… Always giving him second chances… the benefit of doubt… He would change… He has to… Stupid thoughts of a naïve woman in “love” Thoughts even while flying in the air, face and neck torn by a broken windshield… her last words was his name…

“I’m sorry… please stop”

He had her hands in his… both breathing hard…

“You… killed… me… you don’t get to be sorry… I’m dead… I’m dead!!”

Tears ran down her face… neither noticed Dwayne returning… One minute left…

“I know… I’m sober now.”

He fell back from a punch… The selfish idiot… She stood… pointing her fist at him. Make a step toward me… One step… He still thought of only him… Brought her from the grave to tell her this?

“I don’t think you should come to the funeral… Whatever happens when I close my eyes… don’t show up there… You never change”

John reached out for her… She turned her back and climbed awkwardly in the coffin… Dwayne sighed… They never learn… He never learned…

“I’m.”

The lid fell and she closed her eyes for the last time… As the seconds ticked away… in the darkness she searched her memories… watching her past with a wish to be better…

“It’s never what you expect… you can’t predict.”

Jonathan moved slowly past Dwayne… defeated… Not knowing what more to say Dwayne picked up his bag… It’s never what they wanted…