When the clouds vanquished the sky, darkening
the whole lane. The swift tufts of wind gathering together to blow away the leaves
garnered in the fall. She sat in the corner swing of the elaborate garden, all
children gleaned around the large colorful ball. The forlornness, and the
dejection by everyone around made her remember the single happy moment she
experienced in her lifetime. Although it felt like a lifetime, Carrie still
missed her friends of another life. At times she wondered if the decision of
moving away from her life, friends and city with Mr. Big would serve her right.
Its not like her life was completely wretched, but she never felt complete. She
had stopped writing; it was as though her thoughts had eluded her. There was no
motivation to salvage her figment and construct words of them.
She felt the fat drops of rain on her forehead
and picked herself up for half-mile walk ahead of her. These were the most
betraying 35 minutes that she shall spend, mustering the courage to poise
happily in her stagnated happy life. It felt as though she was living in a
suspension, retrieving and reliving her last hours in New York.
They were happy to be married and she was happy
to have finally accomplished the dream of being called Mrs. Big. Her friends,
all of them; well most, if Miranda’s annoyance was to be avoided, were happy
and blessed the couple to lead a happy life. The honeymoon period was still
going on, when one fine evening Mr. Big seemed mighty impressed with himself on
cracking the deal on vineyard. He apparently had bought the vinery at through
away prices and would get huge benefits of the wine produced; not that she
understood it in great lengths but was happy for the mirthful groom. After the
romantic diner, Big broke the very big news of the need to manage the grape
farm from propinquity.
At that time it was an insurmountable idea,
Carrie kept on tossing and turning around in her bed whole night. Only to
confront Big on his big achievement the next morning.
To be continued…
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