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Chapter 1- Memories
Angela and Fareeha have been together for years. Currently living together in a secluded cabin. Our chapter begins at 11:32pm with music in the air, alcohol being poured and memories being shared...
Fareeha and Angela sat across from one another. Liquor scattered among the old wooden table. The room dimly lit by candles with the smell of cinnamon as it was Angelas favorite. The girls shared stories back and forth as they drank.
"Remember when you tried to cut down that tree for fire wood?" Said Angela With her blond hair in her face, her cheeks already rosy picking up a bottle of mango rum. She took a big swig of it and looked up at Fareeha.
"You got so frustrated you decided to just blow it up!" Angela laughed heartily.
"Ugh, the damn thing wouldn’t budge!" Fareeha exclaimed taking a shot of whiskey. "And how about the time you drank so much you got on top of the table dancing. Remind me of how that turned out?" Fareeha smirked.
"I danced gracefully my dear." Said Angela With her eyes closed with an innocent smile.
"Uh huh and then you slipped and fell landing on top of me." Fareeha laughing twirling her next shot.
"What can I say? Justice rains from above my dear." Angela smiled taking another swig. "As I recall, I was a pretty good dancer." Using her hand to brush her hair out of her face.
"This next song is for you love birds out there, When Angels Fly Away by Icarus." The radio DJ called out.
Fareeha took another shot. "This is our song isn't it?. Care to prove how good your dancing really is?" Fareeha pushed her chair out to stand up.
"I’ll take that challenge!" Angela shouted jumping up.
Fareeha stood up facing Angela walking around the table. Their hands met following their bodies. In sync they swayed along to the tune. The height difference is clear yet their eyes were locked. Fareeha leaned in for a kiss. Angela met her half way.
Angela laid her head on her wives chest. She felt safe there and Fareeha didn’t mind having her so close. "Do you remember when this became our song?" Angela asked.
"I was in the infirmary for severe injuries. I was angry at myself and just couldn’t stand the fact I was bed ridden. You came along and turned the radio on at my bedside. We talked and talked for what seemed like a lifetime. And then this song came on...and I realized how beautiful you were smiling at me with that blond hair, speaking with that kind voice. I wanted to stay like that forever."
"The day you got released you asked me out on a date. And of course I said yes." Angela said softly closing her eyes enjoying the moment. "Any other memories you recall?"
Rivers began to rise from Fareehas eyes. "I remember how I lost you."
Angela dropped her hands from Fareehas. She rose her head and push her body off of Fareehas. She stood back and then faded from sight.
Fareeha realizing Angela was never there fell to the floor sobbing."why did you have to die!?" She yelled. "I just miss you so much..." She whispered slowly fainting.
The next morning came. The sun illuminated the house through the windows. The smell of cinnamon still faintly in the air from the extinguished candles. Alcohol littered the dinning room. The empty house was absent noise. Fareeha laid there passed out from the night before.
"Wake up sleepy head. Are you going to sleep all day long?" Angela called.
Fareeha opened her eyes slightly. Angela looking down at her wife smiling. Her hair pulled back wearing an apron over her beautiful white dress.
"ANGELA?!" Fareeha shouted. Her eyes closed with a quick blink. Angela absent Fareehas vision she let out a sigh. "I must be seeing things..."
Fareeha picked herself up from where she passed out. Reeking of booze she decided to grab a quick shower. Walking passed the mess that was the dinning room, she headed up stairs. She noticed the pictures on the wall as she climbed each stair. Remembering the times they had together. Fareeha stopped to look at one in particular. She saw the two of them sitting on a blue quilt with pink heart inlays. A basket sat on top open showing two water bottles, some tuna sandwiches that Angela had made, one without onions knowing Fareeha hated them, and some BBQ chips. They looked so happy she thought then continued up the stairs.
“You pretty much had to drag me there but I had a great time in the end.” She said making it to the top of the stairs. She made it to the first door on the right and opened up to her bedroom. Walking passed her bed she began to take off her white tank top revealing her breasts and then her jeans followed reaching the bathroom. She turned on the shower. Waiting for the hot water she decided to brush her teeth.
“don’t forget to floss!” Angela called.
Fareeha looked up at the mirror seeing only the empty house she inhabited. “what is happening to me?.” She asked herself turning to get in the shower.
After she finished she put on another white tank top and some jeans she found lying around. She made her way back down stairs to make some breakfast.
She made it to the kitchen and set out some pans. She grabbed some eggs from the refrigerator and cracked a pair into the pan. She then put four slices of bread into the toaster. She flipped the eggs and then grabbed two plates setting them side by side. Setting a cooked egg on each plate followed by two pieces of toast per dish.
“is that breakfast? It smells delightful!” Angela called from the living room.
“I hope you’re hungry.” Fareeha replied making her way there.
Fareeha turned the corner and no one was there realizing she made breakfast for two. The plates dropped from her hands crashing the floor.
“I keep hearing you but you’re not there. I keep seeing you but you’re not there!” she cried out. “what is this? I can’t tell what’s real and what’s not!”
She began to clean up the mess when she heard the bell Angela installed ring indicating the mail courier had dropped the mail off.
Fareeha picked the plates and headed for the door placing the dishes on the counter on her way outside. The sun blinded her for a second as she opened the door. It was warm this time of year. The wind blowing her hair about as she passed the garden Angela had planted.
Making to the mailbox, a black and white polka-dot color, she opened the hatch exposing the mail. She sifted through the junk to find a letter addressed to her and Angela.
Fareeha walked back inside. Throwing away the junk mail she held the letter in hand. She opened up the letter unfolding the paper and began to read.
“You are cordially invited…”
“We should go, Fareeha. YOU should go.” Angela said looking at Fareeha with a stern look before she faded again.