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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

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A mere sigh can say a great deal...


        He woke up to the roar of rain upon the roof and the whipping of wind-driven raindrops against the windowpanes.  He felt cheated, hollow.  There was an ache in his soul like a broken promise or a sunless day at the beach.  He was sure he had just been dreaming an excellent dream but the storm’s evident fury had captured his immediate attention and now, he could not remember the dream at all.  There was the occasional hue of distant lightning and quite some time after, the low rumble of thunder.
          He felt uneasy.  He loved storms but this one had come at the wrong time.  Still, he felt a kindred spirit with it in some way as he always did with rain, lightning, thunder, wind, and snow.  He loved to run out in sudden summer cloudbursts and let the rain wash over his face and drench his body completely.  As a child, he’d loved to run in the wind, let it steal his breath, feel the dizziness until he felt he would faint.  In winter, he would literally swim in fresh snowdrifts relishing the same effect.
          He looked to his right.  She was sleeping he supposed.  She was so quiet.  He had this feeling that the dream had been about her somehow.  He could not explain it.   He felt this incredible love for her.  He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her how he felt.  He dared not.  She was not the spontaneous hugging type.  Oh sure, at times she’d let him hold her but it had to be on her terms; when she felt like it.  He had to admit to himself that it was he who desired to be held.  He’d felt that need since childhood but his mom had been awfully busy.
          There was another flash of lightning, closer this time.   He saw her face momentarily; peacefully oblivious to his yearning, to his unease.  Thunder growled.  How long had they been together?  Seven years?  Yeah.  It would be eight years come August.
          They’d met when she was thirteen although he did not find that out until two months later when it was her birthday and the truth came out.  She looked older than her age.  She’d skipped a grade in school and all of her friends were his age.  He was eighteen at the time they met.  Everyone said they made a great couple.   It seemed corny he supposed but it had been love at first sight for both of them.   She was very pretty; beautiful really.  But her beauty was natural, totally unpretentious.  She was bright.  She stole his heart before he’d realized it.  At the start, it was all carefree love and awkwardness; he was possessive and given to jealousy although she never gave him reason to be thus.  He worried about her.  He thought that she was too reckless.  She would hitchhike with her friends and she’d swim too far out for his liking.  But she was jealous as well.   In some ways, she had reason to be upset with him.  He remembered how he used to flirt with her friends.  He had to keep up the image, the pretence.  In fact, he was painfully shy and lacked self-confidence.   He admired her.  He still did and, he was still mired in low self-esteem although he hid it quite well.  He was a good actor.
          Lightning flashed very brightly this time and thunder immediately exploded and the house seemed to shake.  She sat up suddenly in the bed.  He could make out her outline against the white wall.  She brushed the hair from her eyes.
          “Are you awake?” she asked.
          He felt so much love for her and such a need to tell her how much she meant to him that he felt faint.  He was afraid to upset her.  She might think he was weird for stating the obvious.  His mind was reeling. 
          Lightning flashed once more and the thunderclap was terribly loud.  It seemed to convince him.
          “I love you so much.  I feel I should die.  To prove it to you, I mean.  I can’t find the right words.  I think I dreamed about you.  I love you so much it hurts.”
          He blurted it out.  Too quickly, he thought.  He waited while the wind swept the windowpane with the rush of rain.  He waited still.  She said nothing.
          And then, just above the din of the storm, he heard her sigh.  That was her answer.  No words.  Her sigh said it all.
          He thought his heart would stop.  He felt dizzy.  For a moment, he wished he would faint and perhaps die or at least stop breathing.  He wished to be out in the storm, to be whisked away with the wind; washed away with the rain…
          …He turned over on his side away from her, fearful that the lightning would reveal the tears glistening on his face.  He was grateful for the clamour of the storm for it mercifully drowned out his quiet sobs.
          Sleep came and he seemed to drift away into a dream.  In it, she held him and whispered magical words.  He was in heaven.  After awhile in the dream, he opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of his mother.
Copyright 2005
Regis Auffray


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Reviewed by lois christensen 3/29/2015
A dream with lots of meaning, some i can relate to, some very new to me, but exciting to read and thanks for sharing it with us.
Reviewed by Lark Pogue 5/6/2013
My favorite thing to write (and read) is flash fiction. I love this one.
Reviewed by Lena Kovadlo 10/26/2012
This was a very moving story you've brought to life. At one point I thought I was going to get teary-eyed. Very well written and descriptive. You have quite a way with words that move us and affect us and touch our hearts in many ways. Thank you so much for sharing. I really enjoyed it from start to finish.
Reviewed by Morgan McFinn 4/29/2012

A sweet story and well written as usual, Regis. An early monsoon rain was pounding our bungalow as I read it here in southern Cambodia early this morning. Then I went into the bedroom and kissed my wife awake. Thanks to you for that!
Reviewed by J Howard 1/22/2012
girlfriends and wives may all hold some elemental soul of their lover's you have so gracefully pointed out. wonderful and unexpected!
Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat 2/24/2011

Wow, fantastic ending! You had me feeling sorry for the man and woman he obviously loved, but did not return in the same way. Great story.

Reviewed by bluecornflower orangetiger 2/23/2011
I deeply loved a man whose mother died when he was quiet young. I never did know what to say; his grief must be so deep, I thought. And though he loved me more deeply than I could understand, he could not love me as a man, or give himself to me in love in that way. He loved my child too; sometimes, I thought, more than me. Well, yes, I did tell him I was sorry his mother died. And I tell you now, I am sorry your mother died when you were at such a young age. Love, vicky
Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo 2/8/2011
What a touching and heart-rending story, Regis. There is a child here that desperately needs to be held and loved by his mother and a man who desperately needs to be held and loved by a woman. The ache for an embrace and all its comforts is palpable. Fine writing with great emotional impact. Love and hugs, Elizabeth
Reviewed by Steve Groll 11/11/2010
Thought provoking. Sets one to pondering.
Reviewed by Darkest Angel 3/27/2010
I love it! Another great story written with a gold pen, I am sure, lined healthily with magic! Where is your source and power? I need to borrow some ... I'll pay it back....
Reviewed by Richard King 2/25/2010
A lot of emotion from such brevity. Very provocative. Well done. Dick
Reviewed by Donna Chandler 2/25/2010
From your heart to the heart of the reader! Beautiful!
Reviewed by Mark Lichterman 10/31/2009
Regis, I found this story to be beautiful, in an eerie way. All seemed to be so dreamlike and the love he felt to be verging on madness when all along what the man wanted was what we all, at least as a man I know what I want: To be held, to be physically held within the arms of a woman who's love is fully reciprocal. But what your man wants is the love of his mother that is now transfixed into and for the love of this beautiful woman that lays alongside him. And her sigh, the sigh could mean, "here he goes again!" The sigh could mean, "Why won't he just leave me alone." But, of course the sigh may be out of her, though shown distantly, fully reciprocal love.
Reviewed by kg cummings 10/31/2009
sad part for me is, I've never known a man that loved a woman that much. I found this story captivating.
Reviewed by Brenda Dobson 10/24/2009
Powerful write, Regis. The ending touched my heart.
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 8/2/2009
Very well delivered to the point you had me bound in your words. Seemed to be autobiographical. The ending surprised.

Reviewed by Debra Bateman 8/1/2009
An excellent story Regis.
It was sad that she didn't return his need for snuggling and contact, everyone needs that.
Thanks for sharing.
-Debra : )
Reviewed by Nicole Weaver 6/29/2009
I really like the way you word things. You have avery unique style. I also read the Sandpiper. Thank you sharing that story. It really tucked at my heart.
Best regards,
Reviewed by P. G. Shriver 6/13/2009
How sad! So well written, though. I enjoyed reading it, so much that I wanted to reach out and hug the poor guy!

Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi 5/23/2009
Yes, this story is deep-set. It cuts through to the source, to the core. There may be a lot of relationships formed by such patterns. Often, there's no solution, as feelings have become solid stone and form a wall that seems impenetrable. Like the structures of society itself, it takes the impact of a primeval catastrophe to move them.
Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 12/3/2008
Hello Regis,

Grabbed me from the start - your stories impress!!

Best regards,

Reviewed by Melissa Mendelson 12/3/2008
Your characters are truly brought to life through your writing, and your words paint such a vivid, emotional portrait of one man's love and hope.
Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald 10/9/2008
A very enjoyable work Regis,A young boys lack of love he takes with him into adulthood and all he wants is to be hugged and loved back. 'the ending was unexpected and made me stop and think. I felt sad for that lost boy.
Reviewed by 000 000 9/23/2008
Even at the end, I wanted to read more. You have a beautiful expression of words. I know this story. CarolHawks
Reviewed by Sheila Roy 12/28/2007

This is a sad one. It hurts to love when that love is not returned. A unique ending here. Great job! Hugs:)

Reviewed by David Perry 9/4/2007
While reading this I thought, "I can't believe someone else really understands." Then, in reading the reviews, I'm reminded that my experiences are not all that unique. That's a good thing. Thank you.
Reviewed by Silent Dream 8/24/2007
Oh my.. Here he is bursting, full of wishes and dreams. You spoke of her sigh but I could feel his.

A captivating, emotive piece. Thank you for sharing this!
((Hugs and LOve)) ~SilentDream
Reviewed by L Hippler 3/8/2007
Heartfelt and excellent writing, Regis.
Reviewed by timothy Daglinckx 1/23/2007
altho im not the age ... (i'm 14 and live in belgium)
this story's core is just what im going tru
it really touched me ..
as i read it i felt sad aswell as happy
that i wasn't the only one who knows the pain -.-

thank you ...

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath 1/3/2007

Heartfelt and sensational penning Regis.
I enjoyed the narrative immensely~thank you.

From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Reviewed by Rose Rideout 12/18/2006
Regis, this was a very touching story, it brought a tear to my eye, I could have read on forever. You have a way of pulling people into your writtings. Thank you for sharing this, I look forward to more. Rose
Reviewed by Joyce Bowling 12/17/2006
What a divine write...capturing love in a mystical and beautiful way. Enjoyed this very are talented my friend...words cannot justify this offering.
Merry Christmas and God Bless,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia 12/16/2006


Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson 12/15/2006
A breathtaking pogniant story.. It captures the essence of love.. Great images....M
Reviewed by Nikki Ruffin 12/13/2006
AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's all I can say...absolutely awesome!!!!!
Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 12/13/2006
Ooohh, my heart ached for the little boy who needed to be hugged and the man who still was searching for love that would surround him in warmth and support. To confess his deepest love and receive a disgusted sigh was too much for me. I turned over and quietly cried too. Awakening to the cold eyes was a final kick into brutal reality. Very well written story. Really caught my interest and emotionally tugged at my heart. excellent
Reviewed by Charles O'Connor III 12/13/2006
Very beautiful and mystical. I loved the idea and the scenes you painted, very nice dude.

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Reviewed by Riley :) 12/10/2006
You really brought me into the story. amazing how i couldn't stop reading. not once did i look up. great story
Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks 12/10/2006
How'd I miss this firt time 'round??! What a haunting story; lack of mother's hugs and show of love for child remains so strong to adulthood. The wild, stormy night gives significance to the whole of the story...Impressive images!

Reviewed by Kathy Kubik 4/8/2006
Hi Regis,

I really connected with the emotions in this story, and felt the man's pain, the emptiness. I felt the lightning and thunder was symbolic of the clash of emotions between this man and woman. One wanting more, the other wanting...less. A sigh does say so much. Thanks for the read.

Reviewed by Janet Bellinger 3/4/2006
This poem expresses perfectly what it is to be in the right place with the right person but at the wrong time. Well done.
Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher 2/13/2006
An excellent write!
Birgit and Roger
Reviewed by J M 12/28/2005
Love is so powerful this piece is powerful well written.
Reviewed by Chrissy McVay 12/17/2005
Like a thunderstorm, love can be powerful, unpredictable, dramatic...
Reviewed by Regina Pounds 12/11/2005

reading this story, I am drawn into the moment of wistfulness, clarity, and deep sense of emotional need...the thunderstorm, the bond with nature's moods...touching, gripping insight into the soul's fragile state

Reviewed by Vickie Yannuzzi 11/29/2005
You have captured into words, that are born from your heart, to express, the reality of life, in the spaces of words to share a part of yourself
Reviewed by Tracey O' 11/18/2005
Regis this is such a sad story. A feeling felt by so many. Magnificent the every emotion and sound and sight that you have in here is absolutely Superb. The ending Super! really wonderful! I love this story. You truly are a magnificent author.
This story stays with me as I'm writing all this to you. Really a Very Heart and Soul Filled Touching story. Excellent Mon Ami
Traceyxoox(c :)
Reviewed by Shoma Mittra 10/30/2005
Great Story and as I am begining to find in all your writes - some really vivid images. I like your style. :-)
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green 10/18/2005
P o e t i c. I love the way you use the storm. We can see and
hear and feel it. You chose the perfect metaphor for the
emotional turmoil caused by unrequitee love. Fandamntastic!!
'Pea' <3
Reviewed by Denise Edwards 10/8/2005
Wow, Regis! This is outstanding! Your knack for detail and vivid expression is superbly done here. I love the ending.
Reviewed by Sandra Mushi 10/8/2005
How did I ever miss this wonderful write, Regis? An emotional poignant write with a great twist at the end.

God bless, Regis!

Reviewed by Renae Jones 10/6/2005
Your beautiful writing stirs emotions of the heart and soul...I loved it! Thank you for sharing...
Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore 9/23/2005
so beautiful, and poignant. your writing style is spare, no word wasted. that's how it's supposed to be done. excellent write, regis and the story itself, so haunting, and yet so indicative of the situation so many people find themselves in, with no idea what to do about it. great write.
Reviewed by Rosalie Gattuso 9/2/2005
Regis your writing is superb! Your words took my breath away. Because I am a mother this has brought a special feeling in me. As of course my mother is special to me. My mom always showered me with lots of hugs and protection. I in turn have done the same for my children. It is saddening how many of us have not had the most needed emotional bond. One little hug is a huge blanket of love.
Well wriiten
Reviewed by Lee Garrett 8/6/2005
The style was very readible, fluid, verging on prose. The atmosphere surreal, enhancing the exposition. I thought this a beautiful and well-crafted character study, but I'm not sure it qualifies as a story--which is defined by conflict and tresolution. There's conflict of an internal nature, man vs. self type, but no resolution...therefore no ending. On the other hand, that makes it perhaps a truer mirror of the world than otherwise. Life is often frustrating, lacking in resolution. For this to work to complete it's journey, it seems to me you either need to have his wife learn how to unbend a little, accepting his need of her, or you need to have your main character complete an arc and find the confidence/strength/wisdom not to demand what won't be given.
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 8/3/2005

In our world, this piece is what we call maya, in other words, FANTASY that you integrated with reality, which is what we call art. I am a follower of Jung and this is the perfect example of his dream imagery and the philosopher's stone, turning base metals into gold, an equivalent of the psych of humans and transference of the mind. WHAT A NUGGET YOU HAVE HERE, Reg. Cash it in!!! Great art is at the same time an illusion. Embrace this 'Sigh' as you want to be embraced, Reg. What's available in one's childhood scars and memories is usable.

your literary camrade, Sage
Reviewed by Barbara Terry 8/1/2005
Great write brother of mine. Regis the human mind can play so m any tricks on us. But, women have that beat by a heatbeat tho. We can be so cruel at times, without meaning it. Sometimes, when a man says he loves us, we just sigh that great big sigh of relief, which sometimes is taken to mean something else. After we are fully conscious and wide awake, what happened during the night, like in this story, seems so much like a dream, that at the time, we just don't worry about it. We just go back to sleep, thinking everything is ok. Of course divorces have been granted on less. Thnx for sharing bro, I really appreciated this one. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, stubborn to a fault, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little terrified sister, Barbie

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
Reviewed by Chanti Niven 7/30/2005
This is an authentic and insightful write (and dream) and you've expressed it well here. I found it extremely disturbing as it must have been for you. The human psyche is so interesting as it is expressed through dreams. May all your dreams from hereon in be good ones.
Reviewed by S H 7/23/2005
Very heartfelt Reagis.
Reviewed by Aberjhani 7/22/2005
A splendidly sensitive and emotionally powerful write with a stunning twist of an ending. Enjoyed this very much.
Reviewed by Carole Mathys 7/20/2005
A stunning offering here Regis, it is filled with so much inner longing it brought tears, a brilliant story, beautifully written!

Peace and love, Carole
Reviewed by Michelle Mills 7/20/2005
Regis, this is the saddest thing you've ever written. I wanted to weep when I read it. Love, Michelle
Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez 7/20/2005
Regis ,
I've said it before;
You're such a talent author!
It's as all you write is great, wise, honest and from
the best creative source; Your Heart!
Keep on keeping on!
be blessed with safe, peaceful and joy filled life',
God bless you and yours',
all the best',
Rich Criso Suarez
Reviewed by April Smith 7/20/2005
Very touching...and so true that a simple sigh can have so much meaning. And can make someone hurt so much. Thanks for sharing, April
Reviewed by Felix Perry 7/20/2005
Yes this one is so real it brings me back to my own youth and the feelings of hurt when love went wrong.

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G 7/20/2005
Wow- that was Tight-Reg-Aweeee- ( I'll wipe your tears away )lol... I so am impreSSed by your generous sharing in your story---Dreams-madeup-REAL-- Darn, I felt so bad and wanted to know, when she awoke -she would show her appreciation for the sweet loving words you broke down to tell" DARn... I'm keeping this! I'm sure I have many-many of yours! Is this made up or true, and does it Matter!?! EXCELLEnt imagination! and writing it out clearly... Kept me wanting to read it over again! Where do you get your picts. anyway- Wow... I hope your night is Special- like you ARE Regi-- WARmly-Lady,Sheeeoxo < <Plant your SEEDS and WATCH them GROWwww>>
Reviewed by M. B. 7/20/2005
What a heart stopping ending! Absolutely captivating, Regis!
~ Mari
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 7/20/2005

You've penned a winner--compellingly beautiful, magically composed prose!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Reviewed by George Carroll 7/20/2005
It brought me back to my youth when I first met my wife, she was also just thirteen but looked all of sixteen. Great pensive write.
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 7/20/2005
Most beautiful heart touching story!!

I doubt if there are any words to define real deep love to its deepest level!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Eddie Thompson 7/20/2005
death is certainly nothing to fear as opposed to what some call living...the grace you display in your works is always capturing.
Reviewed by A. Keith Barton 7/20/2005
Sometimes our words get in the way; your treatise on love lost and recaptured and the title says it all; we all have those moments when words cannot do justice to capture what we feel; thank God for letting us feel; beautiful write.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 7/20/2005
very stunning and breathtaking write, mon ami! c'est magnifique! bravo!!

(((HUGS))) and much love, ton ami a texas, karen lynn. :D
Reviewed by Huda Orfali 7/20/2005
Very beatifull story, magically penned
love and peace
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton 7/20/2005
An interesting take on the dream-scene as opposed to the death-mask. Would that the real "passing on" would come that effortless and that happily. You did a good job with this, Regis.
Reviewed by Sarah Tagert 7/20/2005
stunning write! Well done on this one Reg!!

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