Of Love and Death – Written By Stephen Fahey. Part 25

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Alone again I felt that chill call me in M’s voice. I knew where she was, or where she should be. But she wasn’t with me. I was alone on the road. Again. Each step pulled down what spirit I had gained through Bobby and Nici’s company. The wind cut deeper and deeper and the cold bit down harder and harder, until my mind drifted out and I found myself in the woods off of the highway. Lost and confused I wandered and called out but in those vast places there is often nothing for miles and miles. My footsteps were blown away. The sun was going down. And with it, so was my will.

“… James?”


“… James? Where are you going?”

“Where are you!?”

“… Baby, you’re lost.”

“I know.”

“… come, James. Don’t hide.”

“I’m not hiding.”

“… yes you are. You don’t belong.”

“I know.”

“… come to me.”


“… you know how, Baby.”

“That’ll make them destroy me.”

“… no, James. It won’t.”

“It will! I can’t do that!”

“… it won’t, Baby. It’s ok. Come.”

“I want to.”

“… I know, Baby.”

“I want to, M. I want to.”

“… come, Baby.”

“I can’t!”

“… you can. Just lie down. It’s late. You’re tired.”

“No, baby. Please no.”

“… it’s ok, James. Come to me.”


“… sleep, Baby.”


“… sleep.”

“I… ”

“… come.”

“I… please… ”

The cold dragged me to the ground. A bank of snow gave me a little shelter and for a moment I felt warm. The shaking in my arms stopped. I couldn’t see my breath in the dark. My legs kicked. My mouth closed. I slept. Then I woke here with you.

To be continued…

© Stephen Fahey

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