Simon and Garfunkel – Kathy’s Song
A flash fiction inspired by this line from the song: There but for the grace of you go I
You stir. Turn to me. “Morning.” Your languid gaze captivates me as it always does.
I look into your eyes, a deep emerald green. How long have I wanted to wake up beside you? Too long. But here you are.
“What?” Your smile is hesitant, hovering on your lips.
“I am so lucky.” I stroke your hair and remember…
My mood was melancholy. Mixed with bittersweet emotions of which I had no cure. I had fallen into depression. My days bled into one. No night. No day. No reprieve.
And then she happened.
I came across her on a glorious summer’s day. Watched as her feet danced through the daisies that blanketed the grass like snow. Towards me she came like a fairy queen in white resplendent. Golden hair caught by the sun’s rays shone in dazzling brilliance.
Her smile, as sweet as the nectar of the flower, pulled me in until my sense of reality was whipped asunder. Not by chance had I entered an alternate reality where everything around me was in sharpened focus. The trees, the blades of grass, the daisies – her. Captured by her ethereal form, elusive as much as it was translucent.
Laughter brought me out of the trance. Her hand brushed against mine as she glided by and I watched her departure with keen interest. The weather changed radically. Rain lashed down to soak me to the core. Shivering, I convinced myself I had witnessed a goddess and vowed to pursue her as the knights of old sought the grail.
I stepped from beneath the solitary raincloud and strode forth with only one thing on my mind…
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“Oh, nothing—” I stop abruptly. “No, sorry, I meant … I was thinking about when we first met.” I touch your face.
You are not nothing. You are everything. You are my life.
Copyright (2018) M J Christie
First Published in Lit Up: The Land of Little Tales