Dancing In The Mist

By T.Stratton

 

Disclaimer..These be mine and all mine………

No violence

Bad words may pop up here and there

Sex.. nope.. just a touch here and a touch there….

For The Sandbox 101 Halloween day stories…..

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Sitting here watching the hazy mist float across the lake as it caresses the dark waters from one side to the other mesmerizes me, I can’t help but watch as it completely covers the cool water before me as an owl hoots off to my side from the tall trees that surround area.  

It makes me remember our first time coming here. We walked, talked, and shared our selves with each other. The best part was the way we danced close and oblivious to anything around us. Just our bodies touching, molded together by our love and desire.  

We left here last year with promises and love for a future, you and I facing the world and whatever it tossed at us. We thought we were invincible and nothing would tear our world apart. How wrong we were.  

It only took five months before our world came tumbling down. I found a lump on your right breast during one of our shower sessions and before the week was over you had been confirmed with breast cancer.  

We decided to just have the lump removed and start chemotherapy. All of your long, thick beautiful hair fell out. It left you exhausted and unable to do much of anything but sleep. 

I put in for sick leave and vacation. My boss knew what going through something like this was like. He had lost his mother to breast cancer and told me to take as much time off that I needed and my job would be there when I returned.  

I sat with you while you threw up and became so weak you couldn’t lift your arms with out help. I took you to each doctor appointment and waited patiently as you were put through test after test to see if the cancer had grown or spread.  

The sound of the owl hooted again and brought me out of my musing, though you never leave my thoughts. The quiet night of chirping crickets and hooting owls is suddenly filled with soft music. I turn and look up at our cabin and smile. My smile grows bigger when I see you carefully make your way down the four steps to the slightly wet grass with a glass in each hand you make your way towards me. 

“What are you thinking about?” You ask as you sit down and hand me my glass. 

I take a sip before I answer. “Us…you.” 

I watch her head nod. “Well, I’ve been thinking about us, but mainly you.” 

I raise my eyebrow and wait for her to continue. 

“I owe you so much.” I see tears starting to fall down her soft cheeks. I wipe them off without thought. I feel her turn to kiss my palm. “Because of your strength it gave me the power to not let it kill me. Because of your love for me I couldn’t let it win.” 

“No, it’s because of our love that you beat this.” I stand up and set my glass down. I reach out for her. “Dance with me?” 

“You never have to ask me that, especially since you already know the answer.”  

I feel your fingers interlace with mine. I close my eyes and let the music from the cabin fill my senses as we start to sway slowly. I felt your hands wrapped around my waist bringing me closer to your warm body. Your breasts rub against mine as our bodies move as one. I can’t keep my hands still as they want to feel all over you. Your strong back shivers under my finder tips as I slide my knee in between your legs.  

“As much as I love dancing with you out here in the mist, why don’t we take this inside?” She whispered into my ear. 

Not sure where they came from tears started running down my face. “Can we stay out here for a little while longer?” 

She kissed the top of my head and held me tighter. “Anything for you love, anything at all.” 

“I love you,” I mumbled against her shoulder. “I’m so very glad we get to dance once again in the mist.” 

THE END

October is breast cancer month. So if you have made enough excuses on why you shouldn’t or can’t go get checked.. Here’s one that beats them all..

YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!!!! 

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Copyright © October 2004 by T. Stratton