Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947
Photograph courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales
They had known each other forever.
Ever since she could remember he had always been there. Long, hot summers had been spent swimming in the lake, barefoot in the river, tree climbing in the woods, picnicking in the fields behind the house, sneaking into her mother's kitchen and pocketing freshly baked cookies being left to cool and sharing packed lunches at school. In the winter months the snow balls fights, the carrot on the snowman's face, trick or treating, the sledging over the small hills behind his house, the ice skating on the frozen pond where they fished in the summer.
The school years, the teenage angst, the college years, the football team, the cheer leading, friendship turning to love, the break ups, the reconciliations and then a war. She promised she would wait and she was there when he came home.
A year since his homecoming. Families and friends waited with excitement for an announcement from the childhood sweethearts.
A summer evening and he was eager to talk about spending the rest of their lives together. She could not look him in the eye so she stared down at her shoes. How was she ever going to be able to tell him that the life she was carrying in her womb, was not his?
Barbara M Lake ©
Trinidad West Indies