Present Day: Dorset, England
Excitement being a kindred spirit to fear, Toni was undecided as to whether it was
a trickle of fear she felt shivering down her spine or a trickle of excitement.
As she sat staring at the screen of her laptop, the darkness shrouding the room
seemed to draw in on her: her head swam, her palms became clammy. Tears welled up in
her eyes. She blinked them away, hoping that by doing so the message on her screen
would disappear. It didn’t.
Peter Monroe wants to be friends on Facebook
Hesitantly she maneuvered the cursor over the ‘connect’ button and pressed
‘enter.’ The screen mutated to show the Facebook page for ‘Peter Monroe.’ It was Peter!
She recognized the profile photograph instantly. She’d taken it. She remembered posing
him in front of the bandstand in Gorki Park on that spring day back in 1990, remembered
laughing at the stupid faces he pulled, remembered the way his long chestnut hair flopped
over his forehead, remembered…
How could she forget? He had been her one true love.
Love. A word made empty by misuse…by overuse. She wondered how many had
ever endured the touch of real love, that soul-eviscerating sensation that comes when you
know you have found your soul-mate. Very few, she decided. Perhaps this was all for the
good: true love brought anguish in equal measure to joy. As the last twenty years had
taught her, finding true love was a bitter-sweet blessing. Her fingers trembled as she
Is it really you, Peter?
The reply was instantaneous.
Yes…I’ve missed you, Tonia.
She couldn’t stop herself: the tears flowed down her cheeks.
She paused, terrified that what she would type next might cause this marvelous
mirage to vanish.
But I thought you were dead.
The seconds ticked by, then: