1. Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part VI)


    Date: 7/21/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Veronica felt her son’s arms wrapped around her comforting her in her grief. Robert slowly released his hug and stepped back two steps. Ronnie smiled and pressed her wizened cheek into the black marble wall. She closed her eyes. It all rushed back so easily. The Malibu wind, the sunset, the way he had held her hand; the tears began to gush forth. Ronnie remembered so many silly irrelevant things. That’s the way memories are. They don’t discriminate against the little moments. She remembered how Robert had made paper airplanes that would seem to fly forever. She remembered the sprinkle of acne on his back and the way he would forget to shave. He was still so young after all. We each have our own pile of regrets in life and Ronnie was ruing hers. In hindsight so much becomes crystal clear. Now years later Veronica knew—they should have run that night. They should have gone up to Vancouver. Everyone knew the Canadians did not send you back. And yet they hadn’t. Her welling tears kept coming. Every new memory felt like more salt in the wound. In Ronnie’s of dreamt dreams it had all turned out so differently. The dream usually started with the two of them on the beach in Malibu. They were holding hands watching the sunset. It would be the last few days they would spend together. Everything was on the line, but they were too young to understand that life had lines that needed to be crossed. The cold wind coming off the Pacific had been blowing in soft gusts that day. Ronnie’s ...
    rosy cheeks and lips were blushed a soft cherry red from the chill. Rob had let the paper airplane go from his outstretched hand. It had flown a few feet and then plunged ominously into the ocean. They had turned and looked at each other and then? Had it been a sign? Did paper airplanes mean anything? Well in her dreams where she could edit out the bad stuff they had run. They had got in the blue Mustang and driven north. In her dream they had driven to Vancouver. What did they have to do with the future of Vietnam? Nothing. And yet their own future had been sacrificed on the political alter of stupidity and political theory. A shiver of disgust coursed through Veronica’s body. The cold slick black marble surface of the Vietnam Memorial wall would not absorb her flood of tears. They slid in crooked rivulets pulled by gravity to the ground. Thinking back Ronnie thought it was all so simple. Everything had been in the palm of their hand. They had it all. Yet they didn’t act. She had let him go. Had this curse ruined her whole life? Not really, but the lump of knotted searing regret was too big and painful to ever entirely untwist. She looked up at her son—his son. Somehow Veronica always knew her Robert would have been a good father to their son. He could have taught their little boy how to fold a paper airplane and make it fly. He could have taught him to ride a bike. So many perfect moments that never happened. Shaking her head Ronnie murmured mumbled nothings to her self. She ...
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