The Day They Died
By Satine
Author's Note: Christian and Satine are married they are both very old now. This is the story of their last day alive.
Christian had never looked older, what was once a youthful face was now an old, wrinkled, aged and tired face. Satine his wife was as old, wrinkled and tired as he was. Her once flaming red hair was now as white as snow and as aged as the rest of her. She no longer resembled the Sparkling Diamond of the Moulin Rouge, she no longer cared for looks, hair dye, fashionable clothes which set off her figure, a huge amount of make up, she only cared for time to breathe, to relax and to enjoy life until the day she went off into that everlasting sleep. Today was their wedding anniversary, their 57th year anniversary of their marriage, their love, and their happiness. Christian, still very much the poet he had been when he had met Satine, had decided to create a book with all the poetry he'd ever written for her, plus a new poem, one that had written today about their last day alive.
Christian had woken early and made breakfast, one last time for them to share. The breakfast was of porridge, scrambled eggs and of course tea. Christian set the table and then got out his present for Satine his beautiful book of poetry, leather bound, placed onto crisp white paper was each word that had been written on that old Underwood typewriter. The book had three words written across the front 'Come What May', those three words that had so much meaning to both of them the words that formed the title of their song, the lover's secret song, now and forever.
Satine woke up; she carefully pulled on her robe and her slippers and headed into the kitchen. She saw Christian and smiled noticing the food on the table, the last breakfast they would eat together. The warm porridge warmed her old bones and sent a feeling of warmth into her body. She looked across at the book and Christian handed it to her, she thanked him with the expression on her old wrinkled face, it was an expression of joy and it was all he needed.
They spent the day at all their favourite places and eating all their favourite food. They were so happy they needn't express it in words. After all they are soul mates, lovers and of course they had been married for so long, they knew each other all too well
Author's Note: Chapter 2 up soon. Please Review.
By Satine
Author's Note: Christian and Satine are married they are both very old now. This is the story of their last day alive.
Christian had never looked older, what was once a youthful face was now an old, wrinkled, aged and tired face. Satine his wife was as old, wrinkled and tired as he was. Her once flaming red hair was now as white as snow and as aged as the rest of her. She no longer resembled the Sparkling Diamond of the Moulin Rouge, she no longer cared for looks, hair dye, fashionable clothes which set off her figure, a huge amount of make up, she only cared for time to breathe, to relax and to enjoy life until the day she went off into that everlasting sleep. Today was their wedding anniversary, their 57th year anniversary of their marriage, their love, and their happiness. Christian, still very much the poet he had been when he had met Satine, had decided to create a book with all the poetry he'd ever written for her, plus a new poem, one that had written today about their last day alive.
Christian had woken early and made breakfast, one last time for them to share. The breakfast was of porridge, scrambled eggs and of course tea. Christian set the table and then got out his present for Satine his beautiful book of poetry, leather bound, placed onto crisp white paper was each word that had been written on that old Underwood typewriter. The book had three words written across the front 'Come What May', those three words that had so much meaning to both of them the words that formed the title of their song, the lover's secret song, now and forever.
Satine woke up; she carefully pulled on her robe and her slippers and headed into the kitchen. She saw Christian and smiled noticing the food on the table, the last breakfast they would eat together. The warm porridge warmed her old bones and sent a feeling of warmth into her body. She looked across at the book and Christian handed it to her, she thanked him with the expression on her old wrinkled face, it was an expression of joy and it was all he needed.
They spent the day at all their favourite places and eating all their favourite food. They were so happy they needn't express it in words. After all they are soul mates, lovers and of course they had been married for so long, they knew each other all too well
Author's Note: Chapter 2 up soon. Please Review.