It started with a phone call from Wes White to Annie Metoxen. He opened his heart after reading a good book about love and relationships that would help him work past his fears of rejection. He read a book and learned that long-term friendships could be turned into loving relationships. Then he thought of Annie and that they could create a life together. The bus ride to Colorado was quiet that evening and he looked at his digital watch as the sunset to see it was a few minutes after eight thirty.
            Memories flashed back of when he first met Annie as a teenager. He was fifteen and she just turned sixteen at a barn dance in Wisconsin. He remembered how they met those precious years ago and it was the beginning of their soulmate relationship. She was his soulmate and maybe his future love.

            Wes sat in his chair and was busy drawing a heart with a sword stabbed into it. It was an awesome illustration that had flames springing from it with wings. He was almost finished shading it when a friend of the family interrupted him.
            “Hey Wes, there’s someone who’s interested in what you’re drawing,” said a feminine voice and shortly after that Wes looked up to see it was Belinda, a friend of the family.
            She directed him to the girl who was interested in what he was drawing. She sat across the room and was watching him. The girl had blue eyes and her hair was black, but partially dyed red. There was something peculiar about her that gave him curiosity. Wes took his illustration and slid it back into his drawing book.
            The girl’s energy was like a rock, in a stream, that had been smoothed out with sharp edges. The surface of her personality was so soft you could lay your face upon it like a pillow, but if you turned it sideways you would cut yourself. Wes ignored his intuition and gathered his courage to visit her at the table and she looked at him.

            “Hi, my name is Wes.”
            “My name is Ann,” she replied smiling.

            They continued to talk about their nationalities and the area of Wisconsin as well as the barn dance. She didn’t know anybody in the area and was from Hawaii. Wes could see that Ann was quite a bit taller than him and she was like an Amazonian. She was wearing high heels and he looked up to her. He was only five foot seven, but he was still growing and hoped to reach six foot. They parted ways after the party, giving each other their address to write each other.

            Wes smiled with the memory of when they first met. He didn’t realize that it was the beginning to an unusual friendship. Now that he was on his way to visit, he wondered where it would lead. The bus ride continued to its destination and Wes continued to smile as he remembered when they reunited as friends in Wisconsin a few years after the first visit.
            It was the summer of 1997 and he took a greyhound bus to visit Annie. He could still remember sitting in the bus station and seeing Belinda and Ann walk in as if it was yesterday. Wes closed his eyes as he thought about the visit.
To be continued . . .. .
Short story is available on Blue Dragon Fantasy: Faded Memories and Short Stories and "The Legacy Anthology". Coming soon to Nook.

"Healing Heart"
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Ryan Keith Johnson
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Healing Heart; Love Is Frozen In Time