Romantic Flash Fiction 20:
For years Forsythia had only dreamed of the ocean. Its magnificence in splendor, its waves crashing upon rocky shores, its delicate whisper as foamy waves crawled eagerly upon a sandy beach.
In her dream, she was always naked, stripped of everything that held her down, or held her back. All burdens she had removed at the beach – bags and boxes of things that distracted her from life, the stuff that she knew she really didn’t need and never satisfied. There were things that hurt like heartache and loss, things that stung like past failures, things like broken promises, and things hard to forgive and forget. All of it, every single piece of luggage that weighed her down like an overloaded flight on a two-passenger jetliner. She discarded it on the shore. Littered. Tossed it amuck.
Then she was free.
In the salt water, the waves tickled her legs as she walked out a ways and gazed up at the sky. The sun was strong on her bare skin, her breasts perky and saluting the ultra-violet rays. She smiled at the day. Clouds trimmed the horizon and clear sapphire painted an otherwise cloudy sky.
Therefore, it was no wonder that she would ask him with all of her heart, “Take me away! I want to see the ocean.”
Wanting more than anything to love her and show her that love in action, Davey brought her out to a secluded cove that weekend. The seagulls welcomed them with their squawks, and the waves rolled reverently upon the sandy shore. Upon gazing at the ocean, she cried, tears staining her rosy cheeks. “It’s everything I’ve ever known it would be.”
Together they waded in knee-deep ocean water, both naked, both alive for the first time in their lives. In the seclusion of the cove, they made love on the beach that day, taking each other to heights of pleasure and delight. Then they kissed long and deep and slow, enjoying each other’s company, basking in the sun and the tranquility of the beach.
As they lay beside each other on a beach towel later that afternoon, Forsythia nestled in his protective arms and sighed contentedly.
“Forsythia,” whispered Davey gently in her ear, “is the ocean everything you’d ever hoped it would be?”
She closed her eyes and for a silent moment pondered the question. The waves rolled in from the water’s edge and tickled her toes as she pulled her windswept hair back. Was it everything she’d ever dreamed of?
“Only one thing was missing from my dream,” she replied, turning her face to his and gazing deeply into his eyes. A wave crashed upon the beach behind them, but they paid it no attention. “You are the best part of my life,” she said softly. “If I could visit a thousand beaches and swim with the dolphins in open waters at every one, it wouldn’t compare to being here with you.”
“I love you, Forsythia,” he said, his hand tenderly sliding loose strands of her hair away from her face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”