Deserted!

      

She tossed and turned a numerous times before she was finally carried to the dreamland of her own.

It turned out to be what Philipa had expected. By the meadow of the ocean lay Tyson, the man of whom he had stolen her heart. Everything spelt and meant Valentine’s Day, the coast was all she had been longing for in Tyson’s company. She had long craved to bathe by the ocean water, tickle her well-shaped small legs on the water surface as she watched their mirrored selves. She had been anticipating for a day like this when in bliss she could hear Tyson’s charming voice whispering sweetly to her ears and in turn to tell him the same. Days, which will evoke the childish memories, yes those memories, which can forever be inscribed in one’s mind. Those blissful days when puppy love reigned. She recalled the days they used to spend happy days with him when they were young on the banks of river Dee. That was fifteen years ago but she would never forget the day when Tyson’s family left for Silverdale. She had felt that part of her soul left with Tyson. 

           

            It was then that they had later met; she gleefully recalled what had happened………they were entangled by a long lingering hug. The time had elapsed, emotions growing strong it was such a wondrous enchanting time. Their intimacy had then grew stronger, always soaring to greater heights and now it was blooming even in to an engagement.

            Philipa hurried her steps almost breaking in to a mad rush. Tyson in turn woke up from his stupor as if with a start to embrace her with much affection. The time seemed to be against them, it elapsed so fast and soon it evening marking her stay expire too soon. Her day had become of mere fantasy than all the days she had spent. She spun it with fun.

            Evening soon drew nigh, the clouds turning pregnant with rain, the ocean water rising and falling. To the far end perhaps in the middle of the ocean she could make out a boat. Great fear engulfed her little soul and nearly chocked her. She was lost in thoughts not knowing what was amiss. The boat soon drew nearer and nearer, her grip on Tyson soon got relaxed and she gazed aimlessly at the clouds, which promised her more of hell rather than heaven. Tyson’s grip parted from hers and soon was sailing on that boat leaving her deserted. She screamed but her efforts seemed not to be bearing any fruit. The boat sailed southwards. Few drops of rain registered… She was deserted, Tyson never glancing back. She was then fighting with the strong sea waves, the threatening rain and the disillusionment.