Amy-Louise Barry
Amy writes stories full of mystery and intrigue but as long as the writing engages the reader, mystery is great.
There she was again just like any other morning: her little dog beside her. It has been this way for years but today it is different. She is much slower today and doesn’t seem as keen to jump in. She just sits dangling her toes in the golden water. The atmosphere is just right for a morning swim: the sunrise on the horizon giving off an orange-pink light and, when the soft ripples of the water are in the right place, light shines onto her face highlighting the wrinkles on her skin. When the light is on her face, I see something I have never seen in all my moments with her: a tear, not of sadness or regret but of love. Her eyes say it all.
She never went for a swim that morning but as she was leaving she looked up as though straight through the clouds and into my eyes. She smiled as if telling me not to worry.
The next morning I waited and waited but she never came. Maybe I knew what was happening after all. I turned around and there she was, diving into the golden sea. As she did, the clouds filled with a loving warmth. She
surfaced and looked at me. There it was: that smile and a nod that assured me of everything. All the troubles that I have ever had or that I will face in the future will work themselves out.
I looked at her dog who was looking across at the horizon. Then the frail, old lady was standing next to me looking at me too. That was the day I learnt that love should be unconditional and if that love lasts forever it is very rare.
Amy-Louise Barry
She never went for a swim that morning but as she was leaving she looked up as though straight through the clouds and into my eyes. She smiled as if telling me not to worry.
The next morning I waited and waited but she never came. Maybe I knew what was happening after all. I turned around and there she was, diving into the golden sea. As she did, the clouds filled with a loving warmth. She
surfaced and looked at me. There it was: that smile and a nod that assured me of everything. All the troubles that I have ever had or that I will face in the future will work themselves out.
I looked at her dog who was looking across at the horizon. Then the frail, old lady was standing next to me looking at me too. That was the day I learnt that love should be unconditional and if that love lasts forever it is very rare.
Amy-Louise Barry
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