It arrived, the ship, on time. John stood on the forward observation deck, his hands at his sides, Ariel, on his left, beside him. His warm kite hand gently wrapped around the string of her finger. Together they watched the return of Kyra. As the vessel silently pulled into dock, a tear rolled down John's face. Ariel craned her neck, her eyes turning as pools. He bent. She crawled onto his knee.
"I'm ready now," said Ariel. "Are you ready?"
John held her head in his hands and their eyes studied each other not as eyes looking to see but as souls needing to know. "I'm ready," he said.
"Are you fired up?" she said.
John laughed. "I'm fired up."
"Good. Let's go change the world."
13 comments:
The fact that Kyra is returning, a joyous and awaited piece of news, is eclipsed by this tender scene between father and daughter. John held her head in his hands and their eyes studied each other not as eyes looking to see but as souls needing to know. Beautiful, quite simply. With the words spoken on the pod, the closeness of them here, the assurance that if he loves Kyra it is okay, thoughts of that defining moment come drifting back and how generous children can be. Such a wonderful spirit is young Ariel and a much cherished character within the story, having single-handedly provoked so many smiles, once again here, the tone of her young voice seems as clear as had one heard it. A team is how they seem, together, not as they were before, but they appear to know which way to go from hereforth, and there is sense that things are going to be alright. Smiling, enjoying, falling for Ariel anew, this was a thoroughly lovely chapter, wonderful imagery.
I too am glad to have Kyra coming home to Bravo. We might need to celebrate with a little wine and song--so start thinking of the playlist. :-D
The sentence you picked out made this chapter a postable chapter rather than just a few random jottings and scribbles. Thank you for noticing. You turn my eyes chocolate. ;-)
You know, I not sure I can think of a single 'bad' Ariel chapter. Her light shines through whenever she enters the story. I light unto the vessel of hope and tranquility. :-)
Well said, that is precisely what she is.
And will do. :-D (woohoo, no end of fun coming up with ideas) Any idea whose voice we might hear this time? Perhaps the womenfolk together...
Love and hugs to you, dear, sweet man, have a good evening, I'll be dreaming of the cottage. :-)
Fired up! Ariel is just endearing.
Jen
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this is really great... i'll be back!
Sweets, welcome to Decadent Tranquility and The Story. Hope to see you around again. :-)
The world is always changing, nothing stays the same would love stand the test of time....
Hello Tre'e I hope you are doing good!
& preparing to turn 46 on the 15th of this month :)
Many happy returns of the day. I am wishing yo0u in advance because there are some days you feel you just may not reach there...
Please pray for my health..
Mona, you are in my thoughts and prayers.
As for 46, well, let's get to 45 first. :-D
Thanks for remembering my birthday. I'm impressed. As for the river of life, I couldn't agree more. I have a post in mind to remind us of this great truth. Stay tuned. Always a pleasure to have you stopping by. Take care my friend.
You have a awesome blog, I will be visiting you often.
Thanks Jim and Cindy. Hope to see you again.
Great writers are remembered more often than not for single sentences, a group of words so unique and special, touching or thought-provoking or just plain interesting. You have so very many of those. So many read through the pages here where I have wished quite simply everyone could have the chance to know them too.
Timeless too, re-reading is never secondary.
Sometimes I feel that only a single sentence is worth the price of admission. And sometimes I feel the only thing worthwhile in one of my chapters is a single sentence. Still, at the end of the day, if there is a single sentence that stands the test of time, well, that would be nice--as nice as you always are in your lavish praise. :-)
Now if I could just find the words that could reach what I think...:-) Sweet dreams, my lovely.
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