Remembrance

Remembrance

Remembrance By Armando de la Torre For a moment she forgot where she was and she felt an absolute tranquility. Somewhere above in the sky the sun shone brightly while clouds moved majestically. The strong wind waved her long and blond hair when she started remembering. She had lived her childhood in opulence, protected by the love of her parents, nevertheless , her condition had made her live full of hardships. She had lapses of overwhelming euphoria interleaved by periods of postration and extreme sadness. As a teenager she came into contact with drugs and alcohol, which had done nothing but exacerbate her condition. She tried to commit suicide. She had been seconds away from death, saved only by the quick intervention of her parents. Those had been tough times, which were only worsened by the time she aged eighteen, that year her father died in a car accident. Her life turned into a dreamy mixture of events ; the euphoria of parties and night clubs combined in a grotesque mode with her confinement in asylums and rehabilitation clinics. She was lost. Then, he arrived… and her life changed forever. Her depressive sadness became nothing but a distant memory. She closed her eyes as she flooded her mind with the memory of him. She evoked the sensation of their naked bodies, their skin covered with sweat droplets as they moved frantically. She opened her eyes. The wind had taken gale force, clouds started to move quickly as in a maelstrom. She left her mind be carried away by the overwhelming force her memories. The wedding had been a happy event, profanely stained by the recent death of her mother. Her husband’s lost had taken the form of a cancer which consumed her completely a couple of months before her union. During the long agony the specter of depression had once more closed her talons upon her. But he had always been there, at her side, providing her his unconditional support during that otherwise unbearable period. The following years had been a long honey moon. Thanks to the money from her parents they traveled at will around the world. She remembered how the last night they had indulged in the old vices of her teenage times. It had been a night of overwhelming pleasure. She suddenly felt dizzy. She opened her eyes and saw the world spinning frantically … something was … wrong ? The images invaded her mind with vertiginous speed… the alcoholic drinks, the poppers, the sexual extasis, the hours of endless sex, the noon wakening, the masculine figure blurred behind the curtains , the beautiful sea vista as she stepped out to greet him , her bewilderment as she saw the cold ruthless of the stranger’s face, the sudden panic followed by the blunt shove. Realization hit her as a lightning just before she crashed with the sharp rocks. The fucking bastard was going to inherit all her money.