Thursday, March 22, 2012


Felicia could never forget Simon. Their time together had been the best memories she'd ever had. The last time she saw him was etched into her minds eye ~ that afternoon walking across the bridge. They had spent the whole day together in the park. He had brought his camera and taken her to a secluded area. He opened his knapsack, pulled out a box and handed it to her. Inside it was filled with tiny blossoms of forget-me-nots, her favorite, and amongst them was the most beautiful necklace she had ever laid eyes on. He had it custom made for her in the shape of a serpent inset with tiny beads of turquoise. Simon was an artist, so very gentle and childlike. He would take photos of Felicia and incorporate them into his art sometimes. He called her his shadow~dancer, and she loved that name. They had talked of moving to Bali together and living by the ocean, but that would never be, for he was gone now . . . forever. . . and so was a part of Felicia.