The old green vega heaved and rattled, finally starting up as we headed down the hill. He jumped in and grabbed the wheel. It had taken us many places but always needed extra care, oil and fluids.”Are you sure” he glanced my direction spitting these words out in his thick broken accent. His eyes crinkled and the line that traced his lower lid now made a crease as he nervously mustered a grin. His long slender fingers reached over and cupped my hand, sending an electric wave of heat and devotion down my spine. I sat pensively, drying my hands on the tattered seat covers trying to replace anxiety and worry with elegance and grace. My white dress had been purchased by mom for special occasions. A ruffle ended at the waist and the filmy material flowed and dipped as I moved.
It seemed as if a dare had been laid out and now it’s cycle could not be obstructed. We wound our way through the Palouse where waving wheat no longer rolled like a grand carpet of green, amber and tan. Fall had settled in,the golden hour moved closer each evening casting shadows on red leaves that crunched underfoot.
Tractors, trucks and fields gave way to pine trees and greenery marking the entrance into a tiny town, St. Maries Idaho. I had never seen him nervous, he was in control and composed under all circumstances. The old green vega stopped in traffic at every inopportune moment, he had little money to make ends meet and his language impeded him in Engineering classes, yet he never wavered or showed a temper.
We entered the county court house and looked for the appropriate place to obtain a marriage certificate. He stuttered and stammered, failing to remember simple details such as how to spell his middle name and his birth date. The clerk smiled and joked with us about our little adventure, asking if this was planned or a spur of the moment decision. All inquiries were avoided and when we exited the office he reminded me that no one was to know about this secret rendezvous. It was now he and I, abiding love and loyalty would span 30 years, intertwining my heart, soul, mind and body, giving away the most precious parts of me. We signed our names, paid our fees and vowed to love one another forever.
The path is rugged, worn and true
I waver and then stumble
Uphill climb to who knows where
Truth and hope will carry me
Relentless climb to freedom
With ardent steps I follow thee
Unyielding, constant, stubborn
Ending our adventure week going to see the boys!
I have a possible beginning so here it is. Let me know what you think. I jump immediately into meeting him right after this. Just playing with different things so a little blip of what I am working on.
A single stream of light made its way through a crack in the villa door. My hips throbbed in an unbearable, stiffening pain, but I lay frozen not daring to move in what seemed like hours of excruciating silence. Two small figures lay near me, outlined by a sheet, delicate eye lashes and soft foreheads were highlighted by beads of sweat. Feigning sleep had become the norm but my body could no longer be still and trembled under the force of gravity. I quickly moved my leg in a heavy jerking motion and took the chance to roll over, freeing my hips from their locked and stationary position. A wave of relief and pain ran from my lower spine down to my thighs, cracking and popping with each adjustment. I surfaced from blankets and sheets to gasp for fresh air, still monitoring my intake, making sure it sounded like a sleeper’s light and steady pattern. A light switch flicked on and off casting small shadows on the door, cars could be heard speeding on the nearby highway and now footsteps made a click clack down the marble hallway. My heart seemed to stop and race alternately, leaving me in a new found state of panic. There were no tears, just sick silent sobs of desperation, praying to God that I would not be taken away from my children and cast out onto the streets of Al-Khobar. Each and every hour he returned and stood motionless over me, I could still hear the voice over my head, at first it beckoned and welcomed me and then it became louder and more agitated,” lynn lynn lynn LYNN ARE you awake?” He had not been back for two hours and I had lulled myself into an uncomfortable and partial sleep, hoping that his rage had run the usual course. The clicking moved closer and with each movement a burning reality flashed before me. His threats might finally become intertwined with real life and I could be extricated from this villa, made to stand out in the streets of Al-Khobar and eventually shipped off to Riyadh, leaving my children behind. I closed my eyes, prayed and practiced sleep.
Saleeha starts her new job next week so this is adventure week!!