Thursdays In The Valley – Part 30

“But I don’t know how.”

“Yeah you do.”

“I don’t.”

“It’s right here.”

I still see him . . .

“Not there, don’t look at him, look at me.”

“I don’t see anything.”

“Yes you do. . . look around you.”

We sit face to face, her hands tightly gripping mine, squeezing them between her knees. Her eyes are honest and free of judgment. For the first time since I can remember, my mind is silent. I swallow hard and close my eyes because I’m afraid of what I might see.

“Look at me.” she says softly.

My eyes open . . .

I see softly lit streets . . . the snow beneath me . . . the river in the distance . . . it’s so cold . . . I see a small tree, decorated . . . someone’s Christmas . . . left behind . . . I see my wife on our wedding day, so beautiful . . . so innocent . . . I see a young boy, walking down a sidewalk, his backpack weighed down with everything he’ll need for his first day . . . I think that’s my son. . . and he’s ok. Then the same boy . . . years older . . . a few yards ahead of me . . . calling to me to hurry up . . . “Come on old man, the trail’s just up ahead” . . . And I hear laughter . . . and I see our children, grandchildren in your eyes. I see all the hope and all the possibilities and I see tomorrow and I have the birth of faith in all you offer me. And then I see a little girl . . . the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They hold so much . . . It’s hard to believe I even deserve to look in to them . . . but they are my eyes . . . little girl, you carry my name . . . and that cannot be a mistake. There’s one heart and others, to carry on. There’s simplicity and there’s confusion. There’s mistakes and there’s intention . . . there is understanding and there is acceptance. I understand and I accept what you have given me. It hurts and I can truly say I don’t want it, or need it, but it is mine. It is your gift . . . my burden. I will move from this day, toward the place you have chosen for me.

I stand and wipe the tears from my face.

“Where are you going?”

“Over there.”


“That way.”


“I’m supposed to.”

“Are you sure?”


“Then what? What are you doing?”

“I’m just walking.“


“I don’t know.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“You sure?”


“It’s not gonna be easy.”

“I don’t care. Nothing worth a shit is ever easy.”

“I like you.”

She cocks her head slightly and smiles . . .

“I like you too.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just thank you’.”

“It’s ok.”

“I know.”

“Know what?”

“That it’s ok. Everything is gonna be alright.”

“Will you slow down? Hold on.”

I turn around, looking back for the last time . . .

“You coming?”

“I’m coming. Just let me catch up.”


Thursdays In The Valley – Part 1

51 thoughts on “Thursdays In The Valley – Part 30

      1. Well thanks for checking it. I don’t know why it sends it there. Sometimes, your comments end up there, so I regularly take a peek at it. 😀 I really did liked this one. Seems personal, realistic, invested. Keep it up. 😀

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    1. Thank you for reading. Each part to this story was a one shot so whenever I get around to it, I’ll go back through and edit the entire thing. If it changes dramatically I will repost but this is probably the end of this particular story. I do have another I am working on right now which happens prior to this. All different characters but set in the same bar.

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  1. momentaryreverie

    Enjoyed your ending. Good to see he has a vision now or at least more hope for a way to live life that moves past his demons, guilt, etc. As maybe others noted, the story and dialog have a fluid, very readable flow. Great job!

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  2. I’m late to the party, from the comments I’ve read, this is the last entry of your story, “Thursdays In The Valley”. The paragraph following, “My eyes open . . .”, is terrific, an epiphany of sort, a clarity in orderly chaos, a new and uncertain direction. “I have the birth of faith in all you offer me”, this phrase will stay with me. Well done. ~ Mia

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  3. So beautiful as though it was presented to me in a small , delicate box that I can place in my shelf and shed a tear into it hoping some magic may pour out.
    You’re very in tune with everything, do you know that?
    I’m glad I stumbled upon you and your blog 🖤

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    1. Thank you. I have to admit the love story came about purely on its own. My original intention was for him to accept and find peace with the voice in his head and embrace what he has become. A killer. I was going to have him drown her in the river and walk away with the man in red.

      I went with hope and love instead.

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      1. And a bit depressing. There’s enough depression in the world. It was actually really good for me to read this tonight with everything I’m going through now. Gives me hope for a better tomorrow.

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