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Halcyon: adj. denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful. noun:a tropical Asian and African kingfisher with brightly colored plumage or a mythical bird said by ancient writers to breed in a nest floating at sea at the winter solstice, charming the wind and waves into calm.
Halcyon days of our lives: you don’t realize what they were, til they are gone, and you are looking back.
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This is the way he would remember her: her hair and dress flapping in the sea wind when they met for the last time. It was their place, their little escape from the world, their sea cove. But this would be the last time. He was going east, she was staying. There would be no future for them. Their last kiss felt like eternity. The wind blew through the cove and it sounded like the keening of mourning lovers. The kiss would end, but they would remember it, for years and years, long after they had found other mates and raised a family, had their careers and retired, and even during their last moments, they would remember their youth, which blew away in the sea wind and the sound of the gulls and all the ghosts of lost souls.
She had surrounded her world with pink plushness. It was her defense against all the sadness. She had plenty of money to spend. Shen emptied out the apartment and repainted it in shades of pink. Then bought a new wardrobe. Designed her makeup palettes to match. Her friends thought she had gone mad, but she had money, and was generous, so they shrugged and took advantage. They became her “pink posse.” She knew they were using her, and did not care.
This is one of my favorite desserts. Probably because I like smooth, creamy sweet things. This one is so perfect. That initial cracking of the sugar layer. The first bite with the sugar and the creme all in one mouthful. I have never made one, though; I always get them at restaurants. Maybe I will try someday.
The captain was pleased. On the beach, spread out in front of him, the spoils of his last raid. Precious stones, coins, objects of gold, glittered in the sun. His crew were gathered around him. “Okay, mateys,” the Captain said. “Let’s bury this hyar treasure.”
The men, holding shovels, seemed to hesitate. The sun burned down upon their scorched faces, eyes squinting, staring at the captain.
“Well? The treasure won’t bury itself!”
The men shuffled their feet in the sand.
“It’s like this,” one brave man said, stepping forward. “We don’t want to bury it. We’re always burying treasure and never see it again. We’ll be dead and turned to dust and the treasure will still be in the ground!”
Another man spoke up. “We’re tired,” he said. “We want to go home.”
The Captain furrowed his brow. Spat tobacco juice and took a swig of rum from the bottle in his hand. He looked angry, and then he stared at the treasure, and looked at his men.
“Blimey,” he said. “You know, you’re right. Let’s divvy it up and go home rich men!”
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“Where are we going?” the little girl asked.
The girl’s father looked down at his daughter and smiled.
“A new world,” he said. “Full of hopes and dreams. A place where we can be free.”
“When will I know we are there?”
Father pointed out toward the ocean. “You will see a beautiful lady holding a torch,” he said. “She will guide us there.”
The man was afraid. It was a big risk, leaving the village. But it was the only choice they had. He looked toward the sea as the boat left the pier. He hoped the lady would not steer them wrong.
Gunfire erupted before the cooking fires had the coffee ready. The soldier thought this was very unfair as he dumped the pot and ran for his rifle. Not sure where the shots were coming from, he whirled about in confusion, shooting here and there. Bodies were falling. Men screaming. The smell of gunpowder and bacon hung in the air as the shooting stopped. The soldier dropped his gun. He’d been startled in his sleep, while dreaming about fresh home-brewed coffee. Another man shot him in the hand so he would drop the rife.
The soldier sank to his knees, falling head first onto the grass. Not a word was heard, only the breeze blowing in the trees, like the last sigh of summer.
There is nothing in the world like it. The smell of the ocean. When I was little, we would drive to Ocean City, NJ, and about 10 miles out Dad would turn off the AC and open the windows, and the smell of the sea would tell me we were almost there.
Today, I love to do the same thing. Only I’m driving, and I don’t get there as often as I’d like to. But the windows go down, and I smell it, and I feel like I’ve come home.
