All this month in celebration of Thanksgiving, I've been posting snippets of my short Thanksgiving story every Saturday and Sunday. Today's is the penultimate offering. The final coming tomorrow in the Six Sentence Sunday. So today I am carrying on from where I left off last Sunday.
Before I do, I'd just like to thank you to everyone who visits THoR , and leaves comments I apprecaite everyone of you.
He had to go to her. Had to find her. Until he did, his soul would never rest, never be whole again. He called his foreman and asked his wife to stay with his girls.
Luke edged his truck through the muddy water swilling across the access road to the house. The curtain of rain obscured her vehicle until he almost ran into it. His headlights shone on the flat tyre, but failed to reveal any sign of the driver. Fear drove him from his truck to the car, and relief buckled his knees when he saw her curled up on the back seat. Alseep.
He yanked her door open, hauled her from the car and wrapped her in his arms, and vowed never to let her go again.
"I'm so sorry. So Sorry. She tricked me into thinking Alice was you, and all I wanted was to marry you and make you mine. I thought it was you with me when we ran away."
He didn't know whether Alex heard or understood. "She tricked me! And I've had to live with that for all these years. I thought I'd never see you again, never hold you in my arms. Do you understand? I love you. Have always loved you. Only you. Can you ever forgive me?"
Alex groaned, shivered and moved in his arms. When he looked into her face she gave him a radiant smile.
"Luke? Luke? Is that really you? I thought I was dreaming." She raised one hand to his cheek and ran her finger over his stubbled chin.
And please come back tomorrow for the conclusion of Thanksgiven
