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I’m back at Daily Picspiration today with a brand new flash. This is the forth flash in the story of Roxanne and Jonathon. I’ve been telling their story backwards which has been a lot of fun. Below you’ll find them in reverse order, I mean chronological order. I’m really not trying to make this confusing, lol. 🙂
The date listed on each is the date they were posted at Daily Picspiration and the title links to that post where you can see the inspiration pictures.
The flashes are listed here in the order they occur, from before they meet and right on through to the happy ending. Enjoy.
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November 25, 2013 – A Cold Cute Meet (Jonathon’s POV)
Jonathon wandered the streets. Up and down, he weaved a senseless pattern. He stopped at the top of the hill, turned around, and watched the movement below until it disappeared into the fog.
This time and place was just as monotonous as the last. There was nothing here to capture his interest, no sign of what he was truly looking for. The cars may look faster and the architecture was definitely getting more interesting, but it didn’t deter him.
The fates claimed he’d find her soon. They were determined to prove love wasn’t real, that it couldn’t last. His kind were just a piece in their little game.
Since that day they’d given him a glimpse of her, he couldn’t get her out of his thoughts. He wondered first what her voice would sound like and then he began to think about how soft her hair would be. Then, he worried she wouldn’t like him. Of course, if he believed the fates, it wouldn’t matter because he wouldn’t love her anyway.
A piercing light split through his mind. Moments later, a chill traveled through him and snow kissed his cheeks. He turned in a circle, caring nothing for when and where, only hoping he’d find her in this place, but there was nothing. He continued to look, there had to be something in this freezing city.
Movement caught his attention and he turned back around. He lost his footing and slipped on the cold pavement, landing right on his ass.
“Are you okay?”
He looked up into the beautiful blue eyes that had been enchanting his dreams.
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September 2, 2013 – A Punishment (Jonathon’s POV)
Waves crashed all around him, but Jonathon felt nothing. He was frozen through with the emptiness breaking apart his heart. Once again the fates had stolen his life.
No longer would he accept where they threw him. No longer would he accept these punishments. No longer would he accept the sentence of his kind.
He had to get back to his Roxanne.
He prayed that she’d wait and hold tight to his last words. It would take everything in him, but he’d get back to their bench. He’d get back to her.
They must have sensed he was about to tell her the story. A story of fiction turned to bitter reality each time the fates chose to punish his kind. However, this time their punishment touched Roxanne as well.
She would be their undoing. He had to believe it would be true.
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August 19, 2013 – The Empty Bench (Roxanne’s POV)
Roxanne stood at the gate, kicking her shoe against the wood. The need to see Jonathon again had burrowed deep. Missing him had become one with each breath and it was burning a hole in her heart. She didn’t know when he’d come back, but he had to. She couldn’t imagine a future that didn’t have Jonathon right by her side.
I’ll meet you at the bench …
She replayed his last words again and again. It had been a week since the wind took him away. Since that dreadful night, she’d been replaying the scene. There had to have been words left unsaid. After replaying all their conversations, she couldn’t figure out what she was missing. Instead, she stood at the gate. Waiting.
He’ll come back. He has to come back.
A tear tumbled off her cheek and splashed her hand. She pushed the gate open and ran. With each foot fall she got closer to the bench.
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August 5, 2013 – Simple Instructions (Roxanne’s POV)
The evidence was right in front of Roxanne. He’d been here. He was real.
Seven years after he disappeared in front of her eyes, he was still fresh in her memories. She might have stopped looking at the things he’d left behind, but she could never forget the time they’d shared together.
Memories flashed before her eyes this evening when a chance encounter with a medium mentioned his name.
Jonathon.
The woman’s candles had warmed the cool room with their spicy scent until they changed when she’d said his name. There was no mistaking the musk of his aftershave. Roxanne cried out when it dissipated.
“Will it come back? Can you get it back?” The crack in her voice matched the feeling in her heart.
“You can get it all back.” The woman reached and touched her hand. “Simply look at what’s left.”
Roxanne had run all the way home to set out each of the items. Nothing new jumped out. She scrunched her face and clamped her jaw tight. It has to be here. Her fingers touched each piece again and landed on the little notebook.
She flipped through the familiar pages, but the last page had something new. The short passage was followed by a simple instruction.
Say it and it will be true.
“Jonathon, come home to me.”
A piercing light filled her room and then was gone, revealing her heart’s desire.
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I have so much more I want to add to this story. As you can see there is lots of story to tell between the flashes, before the first and more to tell even after this last flash. Well, that was actually the first flash I wrote in their story, 😉
I’ll definitely write more about Roxanne and Jonathon, but I’m not sure what I’ll share next. You’ll have to let me know if you have a preference.
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