1. Love, lies, and the apocalypse


    Date: 9/27/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    the sliver-barked trees grew stunningly green; the wheat in the distant fields shone garishly yellow. It was like regaining my sight. I walked for hours, drinking it in, luxuriating in the welcoming warmth of the waning sun. The tender breeze was beautifully benign and carried myriad mingled scents. Insects buzzed and flew. Hovering birds sang. Cows mooed and distant dogs barked. Weighed down by a mass of sensory information, I sank to my knees beside a sandstone stile, my eyes closed, my ears covered, till I regained a semblance of control. At that moment, I thought of Mia, my darling Mia, trapped on the slowly-flowing ice amid a total white-out, a blasting, withering blizzard, with only the relatively flimsy shelter of the station to keep body and soul together, and I panicked. I had to get back. I had to get back to protect her. * 'So soon?' I shrugged. 'Yes, I'm afraid so. The work is complex. They apparently can't cope without me.' The woman's heavily-painted features darkened. From out of nowhere, a storm was brewing. 'I know.' I pulled my best confused face. 'Know what?' 'The woman you saved?' 'Woman?' Exasperation took over from anger and shook her weary head. 'Yes. The woman whose life you saved. You know? The one you've never even mentioned.' A slippery droplet of truth oiled the wheels of deception. 'There was a rescue, yes, but it wasn't just me. I was in the search party, but it wasn't just...' More silent tears. How ...
    I fucking hate silent tears. 'Bob Marsden's wife, Jenny... you know Bob? The geologist?' I nodded. 'Of course.' 'We talk on the phone sometimes, share our loneliness. It was Jenny who told me. Said Bob was full of it. Said you were quite a hero. Said you...' My fear was camouflaged by a not entirely feigned anger. 'Look, Bob should keep his fucking nose out. He really should. Being away from you is hard enough without this... this crap!' I grabbed her, held onto her, despite her struggles and protestations. Eventually she gave up, simply gave up, and stood like a pillar of ice. My voice slowed and softened. 'Look, there's nothing going on. Nothing. There is no woman. Well, there was a woman and I did help rescue the woman, but...' I let go of her, stepped away and opened my arms to her, palms facing up, fingers spread, in what is surely a universal expression of submission. 'Please! Believe me! Everything is fine. There is no one else. Only you. I love you.' Pulling her to me again, I lovingly smoothed her coiffured hair then gazed over her shoulder, out though the window and into the slowly dying world beyond. 'I love you.' As the empty words formed and left me, and my contrite wife collapsed sobbing into my arms, I pictured Mia's beautiful brown eyes. Smiling, Crying. Pleading. Laughing. In agony. In ecstasy. In Antarctica. In love. And I pondered on the lies we hear, the lies we tell, and the lies we so readily believe. *****
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