That Bottle of Whisky
by Alethea Matthews
Walking through these doors, singing an old song, wondering if there was anyone who loved me more than you did….And suddenly, the wind blowing the dead leaves in my face, and the swing making that creaking sound as its entangled chains move here and there with the soft blows of wind, and I see you, I see you with me and then you suddenly just disappear, and I feel a chill of unnerving emotions run through my body, and I sense tears crawling down my cheeks, flooding my dry lips. Why does that always have to happen? Why is it always so hard to fight these feelings? Maybe because since you’ve left, things have taken the form of an undecipherable code, an unbreakable code, an unreachable goal.
And my dark skin darkens even more as I remember your telling me how pretty I am. And I want you to say those words again to me. I want you to stand there with your arms wide open so I could rush into them….but of course, that can never be possible. And at night, I wait for you to kiss me goodnight, I wait for you to tell me that you love me. I want you to give me that one kiss. Everything’s gone now. Finished, right? But I can see you still. Those days, those times, I still feel them. Memories, they are scattered all around the bare floor. And that bottle of whisky, it just doesn’t seem to finish. I cannot comprehend the feeling of my life. I don’t know what happened, what is happening, or what is going to happen. I’m still caught up in your smile, in your arms….because I want you. I want you so much. I just cannot live without you. I just cannot. I simply cannot!!!
But I know that you can never kiss me goodnight, you can never hold my little feeble hands in yours. You can never come back, can you, Mother?
Very deep, yet loving story. Thank you, for reading my blog.
Thanks, a lot!!
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Left me in tears. Such a powerful ending.
Hey…thanks a lot, Zulaiha. I am so glad that you liked it.
And yeah…I’m sorry for the late reply, I just checked spam, and your comment was lying there…..;)
:(….so..wow. I feel I should offer condolences, as much as accolades for this brilliantly insightful piece.
Thanks….:)
Incredibly moving and touching – I honestly thought you were talking about a partner instead of your Mother until the end. Heartfelt, beautiful – an exceptional piece.
Haha….that is what almost everyone said to me. I wrote it when my mother was cross with me, and I certainly don’t like that…and I released my frustration by writing this.
Anyways, thanks for reading, and commenting. I am glad you liked it.
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Beautiful piece of writing! Surprise ending, went back and reread it and found new meaning. God bless, Kathi
Thanks a lot. I am so glad that you enjoyed it.
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Such a beautiful & touching story! Thank you for liking my blog post !
No problem, Sophie. And I’m definitely glad that you liked it.
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Like most, I too thought you were writing about a love affair with a partner only to be ‘touched’ by the realisation you were writing about your mother. Such a lovely tale. Your relationship with your mother must be a good one to evince such despair at the loss of intimacy…! Well done to you; it was a lovely read….
Thanks, Carolyn. I’m glad that you enjoyed it.
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so well written!
Thanks…:)
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Happy Blogging! ;)
Thanks a lot, Uzoma.
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Your work is introspective and moving. I love the imagery that creates a feeling of loneliness in this one.
Thanks a lot, Maura. I’m glad you liked it.
So moving….thank you for posting this!
Thanks, Shawn. And I’m glad that you took the time to read.
It is heart breaking. Makes me so happy to still have my mother. To be close to her and able to pick up the phone.
Thank you for sharing, it has given me though
You’re welcome. I am glad that you enjoyed it.
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Yeah….thanks.
Very powerful piece. And beautifully written. Thanks for sharing it with us!
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Thanks for reading.
Simply stunning.
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