Rustling in the Wind
She kept her promise. She reached the place, however, 20 minutes late. Impatient. Anxious. Excited. Sue looked at her shiny blue wristwatch again. The cool breeze played with her soft curls and she looked beautiful, even at 36. She did not have a number to call Ron at. She didn’t know whether he carried a phone on him at all. He hated cell phones, she remembered.
Oh Ron! I so want to meet you, she told herself looking all around, sitting comfortably under the tree. It looked so proud but seemed to tell her a story about itself. Tall. Majestic. Sad. It was staring at the sky as if searching for something or guessing the shape of clouds, maybe, something Sue often did.
She looked at her bare fingers. She and Ron would have been married if all had not gone wrong. It had been 8 years and she has not been able to forgive herself. She felt her trouser pocket and held on to the ring she had brought for him.
Thirty minutes had passed...
“Sorry I’m late. Have you been waiting for long,” said a voice behind Sue. She turned to look. Ron had a smile on his face, as always but he looked different. He was wearing a black cassock and a cross.
Sue paused for a while and got up to give him a hug, letting the ring slip away.
She understood the tree’s story. It was as alone as she was.