Monday, September 27, 2010

I Love You... (Short story)

(Honey ,I'm home!)
He smiled to himself.(Honey ,I'm home).
It was a cliche'. Nevertheless, he kept saying it every time he entered his..no.."THEIR" home..
He dropped the keys in the small pink basket on the table ,the one she bought him because "The only thing that will catch your attention and make you put the keys in the right place, is PINK, knowing how much you hate it"....He smiled again..As usual ,she was right.He hadn't misplaced his keys since She gave him that basket..
He walked in, looked at her face..
She was there in her usual place, with her usual little smile. He was thinking of how much he loved that smile..
(Sweetie, I have great news)
She said nothing, he continued as if he didn't notice. He was so excited .
(You remember the project I told you about? Guess what? I it was approved...We have to celebrate)
He walked towards her, looked into her eyes, and touched her face, gently, with the tips of his fingers.
( You told me I will. Even when I doubted myself, you never did!)
He looked at her face for sometime. She was happy, he could tell.
He laughed and rubbed his hands together:
(I know ,I know..You told me so...You were right. And of course I was wrong!)...
He walked around the room. He felt her kind eyes following him. He was beaming.
(Yes, we have to celebrate..Any thoughts?)
He looked at her expectedly , then frowned a little..
(What is that?)
He walked towards her, looked closely at her face..
( Oh, I am sorry! My bad!)
He took that piece of cotton cloth ,and started wiping the glass surface, removing the smudges his fingertips left..
He looked at her face again. The last picture that was taken before she passed away 27 months and 14 days ago. She died suddenly. She was there, then, she was not.
He thought they had all the time in the world.
He looked at the face he loved. He still loves..
(You asked me once: will you always love me?...I never answered)
He looked into her eyes again
He whispered:
(I love you)
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9 comments:

Omar Gheriani said...

Are we going to lose a good doctor and gaining a good writer? Hi Doc, my best wishes to you in NFL my friend.

Benghazi Citizen said...

:)
Hello Gheriani
Well,,Thank you very much
I am trying to explore if I have any future in wrtig..lol...
Thank you again..Alay a pleasure hvng you here:)
Regards to all

Lebeeya said...

This story gave me the goosebumps. Well written.

Dr.butterfly said...

simple, brief and enjoyable....!

Benghazi Citizen said...

lebeeya: well,I consier that a great compliment:)
I am really pleased you think it isgood..and I m even more pleased that it gave yo goosebumps..That means it hitthe spot...god:)
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Dr.butterfly: that reminds m of the reviews of the movies:)
I m rally glad yo think that
do you think i should quit medicie and strt riting??lol

Benghazi Citizen said...
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Dr.butterfly said...

reviewing your writing, i would be flattered to be put in that position :)

you are simply gifted, mashaa allah... and to tell you to quit medicine "i would sin!!" .. lol
you are a good writer and you didn't have to quit your practice, what if quitting would affect your writing?! ... ever thought of it like that!?
anyways, i am proud to know a great doctor as well as a great writer in one :)

loving your words...!!

S.H.B said...

i enjoyed it felt the love and pain in it .. nice writing keep it up :)

Benghazi Citizen said...

S.H.B: Thank you very much..Glad you enjoyed it...:)
See you