The
gentle wind soothed the young widow’s loneliness on that bright summer’s day,
in
June 2010, the day of her tenth wedding anniversary, in the backyard of her
hilltop home. From her perch, while hanging her wash on the clothesline, Yolanta
marvelled at the view of the Atlantic. She reminisced about her sailor husband,
Alistair, who never returned from that fateful voyage. Alistair and his crew,
on their
journey
from the Halifax Harbour to San Juan, Puerto Rico, in that summer of yesteryear
were never heard from or found, Lucifer in The Devil’s Triangle claimed them.
Yolanta reflected on Alistair’s parting words on that morning while embracing
and caressing him, “Our love, precious as the sun and moon will forever be in
the music of memory, the living oceans and seas.”
The
tender touch of her lacy bras and silky panties reminded Yolanta of the nights
of lovemaking in these sexy underthings. She whispered, “I surely miss those
carnal nights of splendour with my prince under satin sheets” and wondered,
would it ever
happen
again?
While
looking at the celestial sphere and the ocean, Yolanta whispered with a tear,
“Oh Aphrodite and Amphitrite, please, please, bring back my Alistair to me.
Please, rescue him from Lucifer’s arms, ‘cause he’s my true love.” As she
hummed the lyrics to Petula Clark’s song, “Sailor,” tears flowed down Yolanta’s
cheeks; she planted her right hand firmly on her chest to the words:
To the harbour of my
heart
I will send my love to
guide you
As I call across the
sea
Come home to me
She
hummed favourite love tunes that the couple sang to each other, in their past
lives of marital bliss. Yolanta’s secret admirer looks through his dining room
window, focusing on the tall, slender brunette and the fluttering lingerie.
Jamal Ali
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