Title: Moonlit Reverie
Author: MissForsythe
Disclaimer: not mine
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"No, you're not"
The words shoot out of him like poison darts. The kind that is strong enough to actually materialise and pierce Daves brain if he so wishes.
He's not afraid of Lucy, not in the slightest. In fact, he spent so many years, wishing and waiting, that he could never be angry with her, not even if he tried. Thirty years , and each passing year, she grew a little fainter until about ten years ago, she'd vanished completely. Until Dave dug up that newspaper article and suddenly, he could picture her clearly again.
In the crevice of his mind, he sees her standing under the clothesline, hanging white sheets out to dry. There's a little shadow behind one of them, and he watches amused as six year old Duke Crocker snatches a handkerchief and runs for the hills. Lucy chases after him and deftly plucks it from his hands while tickling the living daylights out of him.
She runs back to him, triumphantly holding up the piece of cloth. Oddly, it is was perfectly white while her sweater and jeans were covered in grass stains.
It's like a torturous movie being played randomly in his head.
He doesn't remember how she left, or when she left. He does remember her laying next to him a few days before, asking him to take her away. Upon asking where she'd wanted to go, she'd shot him that lovely smile of hers while mulling the question over.
"Is the moon an option?"
This of course led to a heated discussion over whether or not tourist space travel would be logically possible. He thinks that in another life, she'd have made a fantastic lawyer.
He's shaken from his reverie by the sound of a car door slamming outside. He hears Audrey and Nathan discussing something involving spring break and tequila. He watches them enter Rosemary's, and take a seat at the window.
She laughs at something he tells her, and tries to focus on the picture he doesn't remember taking thirty years ago.
„I'd still take you to the moon, Lucy Ripley, but my bones are old and weary and you deserve someone better then me to do that for you now"