The Divided Sea
On one side of the sea there lived a young man in his twenties. All his life Ray‘s life had been a…
On one side of the sea there lived a young man in his twenties. All his life Ray‘s life had been a mess. He was born with a disease that kept him on the heavy side. His Thyroid didn’t work. It caused many trips to the hospital, blood test, discussions, and yet there was never a permanent cure.
Ray was made fun of from the first week of school. Fatty fatty two by four, can’t get through the bathroom door. This was one of the more common statements he heard. Kids pointed and giggled. Strangers stared.
Ray spent much of his time in his room reading. He would read book after book. He charted on what he read and what he took from it. He would do anything that would keep him inside. He didn’t ride bikes, or skip rope or have friends over. No one invited him to birthday parties.
His parents hated seeing what he was suffering through; but they were calmed that he was doing so much in his books. Anytime his mom visited the local library, she would stock up on new reading for her son.
All of those years of studying led him to good grades, excellent study habits and a scholarship to the school of his choice. Ray decided to enter and his goal was to be a doctor. He wanted to help others who were facing challenges from a medical disease such as his.
Across the sea was a young lady in her twenties. She was born beautiful. Golden, curly locks softened her face. Big, deep dimples appeared when ever she smiled. The biggest, blue eyes with long lashes adorned her face.
Everyone that met her cooed and wanted to pinch her little cheeks. When she started school she magnetized the other students. Everyone wanted to sit by the princess. All wanted to be her friend.
She spent her time going to birthday parties. She was invited to many sleep overs. The older she got, the more her personal phone rang. Boys promised her anything to spend some time alone with her in high school. She was the life of the party.
She made good grades without much studying. It just seemed that Molly had it all. But something was missing. She felt a void inside. She had lots of friends, but no close confidants.
Although her grades could be a bit improved, her counselor told her she had what it took to be a success. The two talked about her goals and she said she wanted to make people realize that there was something beautiful on the inside. That surface beauty faded and what you had left was your soul. They decided that she would be a therapist for those lacking in self-esteem.
After graduation Molly and Ray found themselves in the same classes. Ray sat in the back. Molly sat near the front. Ray was alone and Molly was surrounded by classmates. There came a day when an activity was called upon pairing up with another student.
Molly and Ray were placed together for this project. They were expected to work together. Both were shy but slowly warmed up to each other as they each learned about each other. Their project forced them to spend extra time at the library. They would call each other and ask questions.
In six weeks the projects were turned in. Molly and Ray got an A for their excellent presentation. Going back to their regular seats when the grades were handed out Molly and Ray caught themselves thinking about each other.
A week went by and there had been no connection between the two. It happened on a Thursday evening around seven p.m. The phone rang.
Ray answered with a “hello.”
“Ray this is Molly. I know we are done with our projects. I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed having you as a partner. You had a lot of good ideas. You are really smart. I sort of miss you, you know, our talks.”
“I was thinking about you too tonight Molly. I enjoyed working with you too. You know you had a lot of good ideas too. I sort of miss our talks too.”
“Say Ray, are you doing anything tomorrow night? I was going to study, but spending some time chatting with you over a burger sounds more fun. What do you say?”
“I like the idea Molly. Do you want to meet at the campus cafe around seven?”
“Sure, it sounds good. It’s a date. See you then Ray.”
“A date, yes a date. See you then Molly.”
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If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally post images, write fiction. If you normally write fiction, write a poem. If you normally write poetry, draw a picture.
(New) photographers, artists, poets: show us OPPOSITE.
I tend to do a little of each of the topic above, and so for today I will write or create a new poem.
My day starts at seven
I leave my bed of heaven
I rise and get up Al
You know he is my pal
I fix breakfast for him
And drink my coffee and grin
For today is a brand new day
Hoping things really go ok
Get Al dressed and on the bus
Wish I could forget the house, the fuss
But I can’t ignore the mess
I really do confess
I clean until it shines
Hang up clothes upon the line
Looking at the clock
Oh my I so forgot
I need to eat my meal
So I take a banana and peel
And have one more coffee to go
Where has the time gone, I don’t know
It is after lunch
And I am tired a bunch
Time to think of dinner
Better pick a winner
So Al will eat it all
And not get weaker and fall
I am just going to take a bit for me
Sit at the table sipping tea
Time to get cracking
Don’t want my skills to be lacking
Dinner almost ready
Don’t falter always be steady
For here is the bus with Al inside
Taking him up the ramp holding the door wide
We are safely inside for the night
Al looks at the table with delight
We sit down and say our grace
And then we dig in filling our face
God stayed with us each today
Both of us remained out of harm’s way
Now tucking Al in his bed for the night
I fall in my bed and wish all a goodnight.