The firefly- Part I

When the clouds vanquished the sky, darkening the whole lane. The swift tufts of wind gathering together to blow away the leaves garnered in the fall. She sat in the corner swing of the elaborate garden, all children gleaned around the large colorful ball. The forlornness, and the dejection by everyone around made her remember the single happy moment she experienced in her lifetime. Although it felt like a lifetime, Carrie still missed her friends of another life. At times she wondered if the decision of moving away from her life, friends and city with Mr. Big would serve her right. Its not like her life was completely wretched, but she never felt complete. She had stopped writing; it was as though her thoughts had eluded her. There was no motivation to salvage her figment and construct words of them.
 
She felt the fat drops of rain on her forehead and picked herself up for half-mile walk ahead of her. These were the most betraying 35 minutes that she shall spend, mustering the courage to poise happily in her stagnated happy life. It felt as though she was living in a suspension, retrieving and reliving her last hours in New York.

They were happy to be married and she was happy to have finally accomplished the dream of being called Mrs. Big. Her friends, all of them; well most, if Miranda’s annoyance was to be avoided, were happy and blessed the couple to lead a happy life. The honeymoon period was still going on, when one fine evening Mr. Big seemed mighty impressed with himself on cracking the deal on vineyard. He apparently had bought the vinery at through away prices and would get huge benefits of the wine produced; not that she understood it in great lengths but was happy for the mirthful groom. After the romantic diner, Big broke the very big news of the need to manage the grape farm from propinquity.

At that time it was an insurmountable idea, Carrie kept on tossing and turning around in her bed whole night. Only to confront Big on his big achievement the next morning. 

To be continued…


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