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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Fantasy / Dreams / Wishes
- Published: 01/10/2016
Ive always felt I was born in the wrong generation. In the wrong time. There was always this strong connection to the 1960's. The music, the clothes, the freedom, everything. I could never understand it but I think I do now. The dreams started a few years ago. Id be driving along a dark narrow road with forests on each side. ALways very dark. I know its cold and winter time even though I cant feel it. Im a young woman maybe 17, long blonde hair, slender and tall. The car is red and a Ford but Ive never been able to remember what kind. I can see a bridge up ahead in my headlights, its a narrow two lane with steel support beams. As I approach, I hit a patch of black ice. I remember the feeling of having no control. Of spinning aimlessly and then the icy cold of the water. Thats where the dream always ended. Never a glimpse of before or after. I believe now that Im dreaming of my own death. Why? Because more memories have started to come back. Memories of my life up til that point. The reason I was on that dark, cold and narrow road in the first place that night. I dont like these memories... My life in the wild and free 60's was just that, wild and free. I ran away from home as a young teen and made my way across the country, hitch hiking, partying, loving and doing what i wanted. I was free. Ive longed for that same freedom everyday of my current life. Ive never been able to recapture it. Im getting off track though. I finally landed in Wyoming. I met some people, whose souls would follow me to the next life. People I loved. We all lived in a small farm house on the outskirts of a small town. This is where I met my soulmate. He was everything I could have ever dreamed of. Tall, lean, handsome and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. His name was John. I fell in love the moment I laid my eyes on him and he felt the same. We spent every minute together. He loved me in a way no one else ever had. I had finally found my true happiness. We made plans to build a life together. We knew the wild and free days of our youth would end eventually and we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We talked for ours, planning our lives. How many children, their names, our house, everything. it would all come to nothing though. For two years we wer side by side. Until that night, which brings me back to how and why I ended up in that river. You see, not everything that glitters is gold. John had had girls before me but only one held on to that hope that one day hed come back. I never worried because I knew i held his heart. He had shut her down many times. She never gave up, not even when he proposed. That was the happiest day of our lives and also our downfall. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and she embodied that. The night I went into the river was the night she decided if she couldnt have him neither could I. She waited til I left for my nightshift job at the local cafe and then went to see my sweet John. She must have been hoping hed leave with her and abandon me but she was wrong. He turned her down and asked her to leave. She couldnt take that last rejection and in the depth of her jealousy and rage turned the gun on him and then herself. She took my beautiful and kind John from me. I got the call at work. 'Cindy killed John and then herself'. Those are the last words I remember hearing. I ran to our old beat up Ford and took off. Not believing. THinking that when I got home hed be there waiting for me like every night. That they were mistaken. It couldnt be my John. It wasnt possible. I wasnt thinking, wasnt paying attention. All I wanted was to get home to my John, I wasnt worried about the snow or the ice. I almost made it but I had forgotten about the bridge and how it was usually iced over right before it. In my pain and fear I never saw it coming. I was already spinning by the time I realised what had happened. It was too late to slow down. I never made it home. They say certain souls will always find each other in every lifetime. I know Ive found my John again. Cindy should hope though that I never find hers....
Cut Short(Jessica Shead) Ive always felt I was born in the wrong generation. In the wrong time. There was always this strong connection to the 1960's. The music, the clothes, the freedom, everything. I could never understand it but I think I do now. The dreams started a few years ago. Id be driving along a dark narrow road with forests on each side. ALways very dark. I know its cold and winter time even though I cant feel it. Im a young woman maybe 17, long blonde hair, slender and tall. The car is red and a Ford but Ive never been able to remember what kind. I can see a bridge up ahead in my headlights, its a narrow two lane with steel support beams. As I approach, I hit a patch of black ice. I remember the feeling of having no control. Of spinning aimlessly and then the icy cold of the water. Thats where the dream always ended. Never a glimpse of before or after. I believe now that Im dreaming of my own death. Why? Because more memories have started to come back. Memories of my life up til that point. The reason I was on that dark, cold and narrow road in the first place that night. I dont like these memories... My life in the wild and free 60's was just that, wild and free. I ran away from home as a young teen and made my way across the country, hitch hiking, partying, loving and doing what i wanted. I was free. Ive longed for that same freedom everyday of my current life. Ive never been able to recapture it. Im getting off track though. I finally landed in Wyoming. I met some people, whose souls would follow me to the next life. People I loved. We all lived in a small farm house on the outskirts of a small town. This is where I met my soulmate. He was everything I could have ever dreamed of. Tall, lean, handsome and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. His name was John. I fell in love the moment I laid my eyes on him and he felt the same. We spent every minute together. He loved me in a way no one else ever had. I had finally found my true happiness. We made plans to build a life together. We knew the wild and free days of our youth would end eventually and we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We talked for ours, planning our lives. How many children, their names, our house, everything. it would all come to nothing though. For two years we wer side by side. Until that night, which brings me back to how and why I ended up in that river. You see, not everything that glitters is gold. John had had girls before me but only one held on to that hope that one day hed come back. I never worried because I knew i held his heart. He had shut her down many times. She never gave up, not even when he proposed. That was the happiest day of our lives and also our downfall. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and she embodied that. The night I went into the river was the night she decided if she couldnt have him neither could I. She waited til I left for my nightshift job at the local cafe and then went to see my sweet John. She must have been hoping hed leave with her and abandon me but she was wrong. He turned her down and asked her to leave. She couldnt take that last rejection and in the depth of her jealousy and rage turned the gun on him and then herself. She took my beautiful and kind John from me. I got the call at work. 'Cindy killed John and then herself'. Those are the last words I remember hearing. I ran to our old beat up Ford and took off. Not believing. THinking that when I got home hed be there waiting for me like every night. That they were mistaken. It couldnt be my John. It wasnt possible. I wasnt thinking, wasnt paying attention. All I wanted was to get home to my John, I wasnt worried about the snow or the ice. I almost made it but I had forgotten about the bridge and how it was usually iced over right before it. In my pain and fear I never saw it coming. I was already spinning by the time I realised what had happened. It was too late to slow down. I never made it home. They say certain souls will always find each other in every lifetime. I know Ive found my John again. Cindy should hope though that I never find hers....
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