Eternity

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Eternity

“Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.”

Darius rested underneath a weeping willow. His disheartening journey has lasted longer than time.

Five thousand years ago, he adored the woman he protected; the Pharaoh’s young bride. It started innocently, exchanging forbidden smiles and glances.

Until, one day Aziza lost her balance and fell into his granite arms.

A week later they feasted on grapes; as they made love on the banks of the Nile beneath the radiant moonlight.

News of their secret romance reached the Pharaoh.

Pharaoh ordered his magician, “Poison my disloyal wife. Reward her with the gift of eternal reincarnation.”

Beaten within moments of death, Darius pleaded with the Pharaoh. “I prefer to die a thousand deaths than to live a day without my beloved Aziza.”

“Let Darius live forever. He can suffer through eternity watching her die ten thousand deaths.”

Through the centuries, Darius walked the Earth alone. He found her soul in women of different colors and lands. He buried her a thousand times.

Since Columbus discovered the New World he has yet to see her.

He may never find her again.

Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.

Image taken from Google.

I posted “The Pharaoh’s Bride” back in June 2016.

During my absence from blogging, I fleshed out this short story. Working in small blocks of time, I researched the ancient Egyptians and reincarnation.

In my manuscript, Darius, the immortal, attempts to help Angelo (a grumpy war veteran dying of cancer) find his long lost love, while sharing his tale of undying love.

Currently, I am ten chapters deep into the story.

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Three Month Aniversary

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As a few of you already know 2015 has been my convalescing year.

First, recovering from emergency retina surgery (right eye) to start the year. (Still have some blurred vision).

In mid summer cervical spine surgery (C1-C6 for my medical friends). My Spine Fusion, the bolting of my neck with screws and plates reduced my head’s range of motion. This former astronomer wannabe lost the ability to look up. Sigh.

One day, recuperating in my living room, my daughter visited. Snatching my laptop, she worked furiously. She asked where I stored my favorite photos, the chimp at the typewriter and the my treasured beach photo. Moments later she returned the laptop. “Start writing.”

My first post on Sept 21st “Why the Lonely Author Blog” netted me one like and follower.

All the king horses                                                                                                            And all the kings men                                                                                      Couldn’t put Lonely Author back together again

But his loyal followers certainly have. With every inspiring post you made, with every sweet word you wrote you helped my recovery.

With your comments you entertained, inspired, made me laugh and sometimes cry. Each of you picked up a piece of this broken man and with paper clips, rubbed bands, and bubble gum you made me whole again.

And for that I will be forever grateful.

(I know what you’re thinking. A serious post from Lonely Author. Ah-ha. You underestimate me!)

From the bottom of my heart and the heart of my bottom, I thank each and every one of you. I wish you and yours a happy happy, merry merry, and a joyed filled and healthy 2016.

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