Snapshots through time: Francis sees Marie-Anne

The Kiss

The Kiss

Francis tried not to stare as Miss Marie-Ann walked past him, she looked good but then she always did.

Usually accompanied by her sister or brother she was alone today, and she came closer.

“Good Morning,”

Francis checked the time and grinned, “More like afternoon today but –” The words died on his lips as he locked eyes with her for the first time. She gasped and he felt a strange sensation pass through him and he was suddenly filled with the conviction that he would love her forever. The thought both startled and scared him. He looked around quickly before ducking his head and getting back to fixing the fence.

Miss Marie-Ann waited; he could feel her watching him for a long time before she walked away, when he looked up again it was to find her still watching him, the sensation and feeling of breathlessness shocked his system again.

It was not the last time he would see her, she kept passing by, every day, stopping to talk, at first he tried to keep the conversation to a minimum, but it was almost impossible to resist her, she was like the sun, her appeal magnetic.

They fell hard and fast, times were changing but not fast enough for their love to survive such a volatile climate. Staying together was causing their relatively peaceful town to choose and violence kept erupting between the two races.

She struck a deal that broke his heart, even more so when he found a letter she had left for him at the fence.

Throwing all caution to the wind, he refused to let their love die and consign her to a life of misery.

She agreed to meet one last time near the tracks.

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Short story: The Tate Therapy part 3

As we looked around the galleries on level 5, I began to feel calmer, I even responded to some of Megan’s remarks about the artwork. Although I was calmer, I wasn’t as moved. Megan only had to mention a giant box to me, and I was hyperventilating, but most of the paintings – beautiful pieces too – didn’t and couldn’t have the same powerful effect on me. Mostly I looked around at the different paintings with indifference. Megan seemed to sense this and so we moved around much more quickly.

On level 4, I entered one of the galleries, and saw one of the most breath-taking sculptures that I had ever seen. ‘The kiss’ it was named, the statue was of a couple locked in a passionate embrace. There love is set in stone, it says the lovers where killed by the women’s jealous husband, but in that moment there love has been captured and it will last forever. When I saw it, I felt – so moved, it was so strange, there was this warmth that I suddenly felt. The effect it was having on me took me by surprise. There was something so real about it. I guess because the story behind it is real. It was the first time, in a very long time where a powerful emotion had been tied to something good. I am not used to feeling so passionate about something; I could have stayed there forever. Megan and I then, sketched and took photographs of the kiss. After we had lunch, then desert, then a quick toilet break, we made our way to the Box.

I glanced up at the structure as we approached it, my heart was racing. Megan hadn’t been exaggerating.