This is part one of my story ‘Best Days’
Blue sky high above as the last shadows of night fade away.
The first warm rays of the sun.
Two birds in a dance of life.
Together.
One moves in front, then the other.
Sweeping low down over the shared garden behind the flats,
past last night’s BBQ and wine bottle.
It had been a good party.
Then they soar higher into the endless blue sky.
High above the little town.
Beyond the reach of daily life.
Eddy smiles.
They watch from the window.
Holding hands.
Everything vivid and alive.
Eyes wide open.
Together.
They sing a song.
A simple melody.
Together.
She picks up the high notes, her voice taking flight. He looks at
her with adoring eyes as he meets her voice, picking up the bass
notes.
Like unspoken magic.
It works.
His chest swells. The air crackles with electricity. She looks up
at him and smiles.
“This could be the best day…”
He replies,
“This could be the best day…”
She throws her head back and lets the melody soar.
“This could be the very best day of our lives.”
They sing together,
“Of our lives.”
They stop singing and face each other, looking into each other’s eyes.
“I can’t believe you wrote that,” she says.
“It’s for you, babe. Best days. I can’t wait to see your painting.”
They kiss. Softly at first. And then wrapped in each other’s arms.
She takes his hand, and he follows her through to the bedroom.
(C) Paul Andrew Sneddon
Paul Andrew Sneddon 