Winds of Heaven

Characters: Billy Nichols

The fountains mingle with the river, 
And the rivers with the ocean; 
The winds of heaven mix forever, 
With a sweet emotion
     – Percy Bysshe Shelley

He took a deep breath, spoke for the recording. “Kim, sorry this has taken so long. Things have been… busy around here.” Then he laughed, a harsh sound, with no humor. “Busy. That’s an understatement.” Then Billy paused, choosing his words.

“That’s not all of it. Every time I opened a message to you, just end up deleting it, because it sounded stupid. But that’s not fair to you. So this one’s getting sent, no matter what.” He leaned forward, put his head in his hands. It wasn’t that he was unsure — he just didn’t want to break down and make a scene, even in sound-only. When he did speak again, his voice came out harsh.

“I do love you. I have loved you. I wish….” He paused, controlling himself. “Wish a lot of things. I don’t know how this will work out, or even if, but can’t *not* try, if that makes sense.” Billy cleared his throat. “Hope all’s well with you out there. Hope to hear your voice soon.” Hesitatation, but nothing more to say. Or, rather, too much to send now. “‘Bye, lass. Stay well.”

Copyright (c) 2000 Leslie McBride. All rights reserved.


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