Story Entry- Ingham Arts festival

The wind blew gently across the shallow beach, and my hair drifted around my face. The current swirled through my toes, and hid thriving marine life. The tears streamed silently down my face as I gazed lifelessly into the horizon. I was once again reminded of our time together, our care for each other. I closed my eyes, and the images of him flooded through my mind. Laughing, happy, with me. Now he's gone.

I laughed." I can't believe this," I giggled. John laughed breezily with me. We had each other, and that was all that mattered.

My friends and family cheered as we cut our wedding cake on the most important night of our lives. I cut the bottom, and John swept me of my feet and kissed me with such passion I thought the room was on fire. Our guests flocked to the dance floor, while John and I stared into each other's eyes.

"I love you John Angelo Flynn," I whispered.

"As I love you, Jennifer Marie Flynn."

Why the world took his life is confusing. I guess I didn't deserve him, but I at least wanted to say goodbye. The tears now ran freely, and I sobbed quietly to myself. I swear sometimes I can hear my John. I can hear his soothing, clear voice whispering in my ear. The fish swam silently around me, and for once, I wish I was one, too. So free, so quiet and gentle, so innocent. They are perfect. Like John.

"Oh no, were out of alcho-hol," a drunken guest hiccupped. I gave John a knowing look, but instead of ignoring her, he offered to buy more.

"John, no, come on. It's our wedding night, I need you here," I whined playfully. He just laughed and shook his head

"I have to baby, she's a guest," he replied. I huffed, but obliged. Sitting with my sober mother, I chatted while john was gone. It was getting late, and the guests were starting to leave. Where is he, I wondered to myself. My phone started to buzz the unmistakeable sound of Moments and I looked at it, puzzled. Who could be calling at this hour?

I wandered deeper into the crystal clear water, and eventually collapsed in agony. I was sitting in knee- deep water now, and it was so cold, so comforting. I remembered so vividly the phone call, the moment my heart broke.

"Hello?" I questioned.

"Er, hello Ms White?" a deep voice answered. "I have some bad news."

What's he talking about? "Please, call me Mrs Flynn. What's the matter?"

"Well Ms white, Mr Flynn, he… was in a car crash-"I gasped, and he continued. "Paramedics did everything they could, but… I, he…didn't make it. I'm sorry for your loss." Right then, my world crumbled. As I collapsed, my mother frantically screamed for help, and tried to awaken me. I remember bright lights and loud, rushed voices. Then nothing.

2 weeks later

My mother talked solemnly into the phone as I sat in a hard wooden chair, gazing into nothing. The funeral was beginning now, so we were ushered inside. As soon as the priest began, I sprinted out of the cathedral. To the only place John and I truly loved.

When it rains, I don't mind being lonely, I cry right along with the sky

I dived into the deep water, and stayed under.

When it rains, I don't pretend to be happy

As my world numbed, I saw John, heard his voice.

I don't even have to try

I'm coming, John.