Eleven years ago, it had been a time of firsts: first kiss under the mistletoe, the first shy “I love you”, his first competitive Monopoly match. Their first car purchase and the first bewildering fight about politics.

Finally, a romantic first anniversary, and a proposal out of which came the marriage of two hearts committed to a long, shared walk towards the sunset and near the bioluminescence. The ocean used to glow in neon green, blue, and red. It would dazzle like the stars in the sky. 

That was all before the sunrise took leave unexpectedly with a heartless, hiemal bite.

Thereafter it would be a different year of firsts: the first unchaperoned dolour, the first night in unshared sheets, the first anniversary marked in cold and darkness.

Noise pollution, nobody wanted to listen. Shouting was the only discernible chirp. The government did it. Couples did it. Working together and listening—that was a first that never got its moment in the sun. Because a deluge of voluntary deafness had finally silenced the earth’s voice. All balance had been disrupted.

Lying in bed, bewildered anew, she shouted, “You always did like to win, didn’t you?” One last time. She had belatedly grown colder. She had asked her last question.

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Margarida Brei
Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
1 month ago

What a terrible world you painted when you briskly moved from happy firsts to firsts in weather collisions. I loved the dramatic line, “ the sunrise took leave unexpectedly with a heartless, hiemal bite.

Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 month ago

I love your creative use of words, Melissa. It’s always full of surprises and unexpected twists that I always enjoy. Can I ask you about the two sentence in italics? I was wondering if they are a quotation.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 month ago

Wow! Melissa, as always, you always surprise me with nice and unexpected twists. Lovely piece. I love it from the beginning until the end. Nicely done.

Thompson Emate
Thompson Emate(@thompson-emate)
1 month ago

A lovely story, Melissa. Thank you for sharing. If I may ask, what way does the last line bring us?

Last edited 1 month ago by Thompson Emate
Susan Giles
Susan Giles(@susan-giles)
1 month ago

Melissa, your description of mankind’s reaction to noise pollution (“a deluge of voluntary deafness had finally silenced the earth’s voice.”) is quite chilling. May it never come to that.

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