And My One True Love
He drives a long long way and arrives at a less frequented beach. Above him in the sky, greyish clouds cluster like a heavy blanket. He gazes out at the sea. He listens quietly as the seabirds and the shorebirds sing. The weather is not exactly beautiful. It's Sunday. It's April. It's Spring. He strolls along the beach. He's the only human being here. He's going to throw his wedding band into the deep blue sea. His long wavy hair dances in the wind. He has signed up for online dating service. He has made inquiries about speed dating. He did that to make his mother happy. Though he indeed is lonely. Emily has moved to Miami. He tries hard not to think of Stephanie. For a brief second he believes the sound of the waves is mocking him.
He changes his direction and walks along a grassy path. He stops to study the nameless flowers. Something in a nearby bush catches his eyes. A single egg in a lonely nest. A loner. Abandoned. Just like him. Something stirs in his heart.
He smiles and walks off the path. He squats down and picks up the egg. Small. Delicate. Fragile. Precious. Hopefully not lifeless. Everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is the sign he's been waiting for. It's more than a coincidence. It's a message. A prophecy. He holds the egg in both hands. He's at the brink of tears. Today the Lord Jesus rose from the dead. All hope will be restored and happiness will be regained. He closes his eyes. He's ready to say a prayer.
Something screeches overhead. He looks up. A seagull drops down from the sky like a bomb. Another seagull appears out of nowhere. Like a pair of fierce bloodthirsty alien monsters, they start attacking him. The pain is sharp and merciless. He screams. He runs for his life, with the seagull parents in hot pursuit. He screams louder. The seagulls screech louder. He runs faster. The attack becomes fiercer. There's only one pair of footprints in the sand.
He thinks he's bleeding.