By the River

Artist Robert G. Harris; photo:

Artist Robert G. Harris; photo:


There is a haven of love by the river I know. It is a place where languid waves of cool, refreshing water douse rugged rocks; where currents glide downstream with effortless ease; and where the gentle purr of babbling brooks meets the fortitude of rushing rapids. The surrounding forest is a sinfonietta of trills and warbles, the serenade of the heart.

I stoop down by the river to the place I remember so well. The sun is warm on my face but I remember it being more shaded then. I sit on the grass, close my eyes, and recall that day. She could not have looked lovelier. A gold dress accentuating her wavy blonde hair. Black lace trim. Silk. Must have been silk. Yet it wasn’t the dress I was after, but the one wearing it.

I spread out my long coat on the grass and, taking her gently by the hand, lowered her to her back on top of it. I swear I saw diamonds and all sorts of glimmering stars behind her enchanting stare.

“Make love to me,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling with every beat of my heart.

I don’t know why I hesitated. I suppose we are all reluctant to dive in head-first into something so wonderful that we are afraid of ruining it, like spoiling the masterpiece by adding one more stroke of the brush to the painting. But I knew I couldn’t resist much longer, and when our lips met, I felt the universe pull me into a vacuum of space and time where the only thing in the world that existed was our genuine love for each other, now given free rein to run wild. And wild it ran. While the river flowed over jagged rocks, our love flowed in glorious expression. With fervent heat that drove our senses, we reached greater elevations of ecstasy without ever leaving the grassy ground, moaning and writhing in tune with the current.

When it was over, we kissed and held each other and kissed some more.

“Promise me one thing,” she spoke as birds sang in trees above us.

“I’ll promise you the whole world and more,” I said, nibbling at her neck.

“Just do this,” she said, “and it will mean the world to me.”


“That we’ll never come back here in our lifetime,” she said. “This is the way I want us to remember this place. With the river, with you. Our own sacred haven.”

“I promise you,” I said, kissing her full ruby lips again, and as she lay back, we made more memories of love and euphoria.

Now as I slide my aged fingers gently over the grassy ground, I open my eyes and dream of the memories that have stayed with me all these years. She has been gone for three years now, and just for once, if only for one day, I wanted to feel her presence again.

Just as my heart feels pangs of sadness tugging at the old memory, a warm breeze interrupts my thoughts and green leaves dance. And I smile knowingly. If I close my eyes again, I am certain I will hear her voice in the wind. The loveliest voice I have ever known and ever will know, simply saying, “I forgive you.”


13 thoughts on “By the River

  1. Oh Dave, you have done it again. Absolutely smashing the words out of me. Tickling my heart with your poetic words and blessing my imagination with the most incredible scenery. If my mind had a camera, I would put the capture the image and put it in a large scale picture frame.

    This is a masterpiece. I like how you combine reminiscence, loss and love making and the scenery, man you are good! I wish my English was as good as yours and to be honest with you, this is my favourite story because it’s so wonderful! You won’t believe this but I actually read this three times before this comment. I really love this one! It’s so good man!

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    • Samantha…. thank you so much for your beautiful comments!! I love to use words to paint beautiful pictures, and even though I am not interested in writing poetry – currently anyway – I am beginning to love writing these flash fiction pieces. Your words encourage me to no end. Personally, I think you have a wonderful habit of melting my heart with your comments. 🙂 Thank you again! About your own writing, don’t sell yourself short. You have certainly found a way to turn up the heat and make your stories sizzle. 🙂 Have a great day, and I wish you such happy writing!!

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  2. This is the most lovely well written story. The love they share and the beautiful moments. It all comes together wonderful. I could imagine the scene playing out as I read it. It was like a movie that didn’t want to end. I got swept away this captivating piece of extraordinary greatness.

    As a romantic I enjoyed the love the characters shared. The place by the river being there sacred haven. The ending is so touching and heartfelt. I could feel his pain and sadness. This was a delightful treat to read.

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    • Aw, Moe, your comments truly inspire me. Thank you so much! I am thrilled that you enjoyed this one. I also loved the sense of looking back in this one, the sad sense of loss, but also their touching love story. I’m so glad you could get into the story. My stories are really like dreams that I want my readers to experience like small pockets of beautiful moments in time.

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