My Puddles: A Non-Fiction Short Story
By Thai Peck
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Thai Peck
As an artist, Peck combines her artwork with her way of writing to create a story of her many sojourns inspired by the love of poetry and the help of classic poets such as Keats, Wordsworth, Tennyson and writers such as Austen, Dickens and de Maupassant.
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My Puddles - Thai Peck
Copyright © 2017 Thai Peck.
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ISBN: 978-1-5043-0774-1 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5043-0775-8 (e)
Balboa Press rev. date: 05/10/2017
7835.pngContents
Introduction
Dedication
Preface
1
Assignments In Vietnam
Rescue Mission
Love unto Love
2
Till the End
3
Epilogue
Acknowledgement
Introduction
"My Puddles" is a true story. It’s a short anecdote recalling a tale of growing up from childhood to the age of 70, a woman’s journey through time, places and self-discovery.
"…It’s also a story of great love; great dreams, of childhood pain, sadness, and grief and also with immense joy are part of Thai’s life, which she has so eloquently expressed in this unique tale.
Flowing, self-assured, beautifully written and wonderfully constructed." Barbara Boetker
"Thai’s mémoir is an intriguing narrative in its sensitivity of her writing, we enjoyed learning how she overcame obstacles to manage her life in the world." Di and Tony Short
It is refreshing to read raw, bold and heartfelt writing providing an historical snapshot about enduring love. You become absorbed in Thai’s journey of the emotional rollercoaster that is life.
Dan-Thy Nguyen.
Dedication
I would like to dedicate this story to my daughter who has been there for me from the beginning. My writing would have not been realised without her encouragement and support. I know wherever he is Brian is smiling on us.
Watercolour.Puddle.jpgPuddle
Watercolour by Thai Peck
This mémoir
was written with love and gratitude to the memory of my late husband Brian Peck
Preface
2015Easter.jpgEaster 2015 on Chelsea Beach
"…This feeling is like a wonderful sting.
I want this feeling to hold me captive.
I wouldn’t give this up, not even for all seasons to be spring…"
(David P. Leverett)
He was back! Back from nowhere with no explanation. Though puzzled I was not shocked nor angry but somewhat motionless. A little crossed perhaps at his reappearance after almost two years.
My heart softened as I looked at his handsome face beaming with the familiar cheerful smile, his eyes twinkled with almost irrepressible mischief yet not a word uttered. I could not help but forgiving him and his long absence. Where did he go?
We were at a concert where there were so many people attending; the theatre was full. Although I was still uneasy about his disappearance, it was not a place for any reproachful discussion. As we were making our way toward our seats I was pleased noticing the seats seemed to be a lot roomier and more comfortable than I remembered, they were more like Business Class seats on a Qantas flight, I made a comment about it. He did not seem to hear nor care, he made no reply but his eyes continued to study my face as though he was looking for some sort of reaction from me as in the past, when he knew he was in my bad book
.
The lights dimmed as the conductor tapped his baton, the orchestra started softly with the violins, then the music slowly expanded into the sound of the violas followed by the cellos and finally filled the large hall, as the wind instruments joined in full force. I felt a gentle touch on my left hand, it was raised and his soft lips planted a long, tender kiss on it.
In the past I would have turned toward him and in the half darkness, our eyes would have had found each other’s, I would have responded with a gentle squeeze of the hand and mimed my lips to: I love you
.
I made no attempt to even cast a glance in his direction, nor searching for his eyes, I stayed motionless, a certain confused thought ran through my head and I felt almost numbed when my left hand returned to its position on my lap… The music was gradually reaching a crescendo: Why is he back?
*****
At home we got ready for bed: Unlike in the past, he did not insist lying on his preferred side of the bed. In his absence I have moved the bed around and have been lying on his favourite side my head on his pillow. To my surprise he was quite happy and cheerfully walking around to the other side of the bed. Once in bed he seemed to settle himself more in the middle of the bed, which left me with not much room. And unlike in the past, I would have muttered cheekily: Move over buster!
But instead, I seemed to accept without any fuss and settled myself as comfortably as I could.
The bedside lamp was turned off and in darkness I could feel his hand reaching for my hand; it was so comforting a feeling, the familiar sensation of his skin touching mine. The movements of our wrists, our hands, our fingers caressing each other’s one by one, greeting with longing and loving. I could feel this strange familiar tight stretch skin in the palm of his hand… I closed my eyes breathing in the realisation of how much I have missed this beautiful magical feeling, the sensation that was so hard to describe but only to feel the warmth and the peacefulness that running through every vein of my body.
The feeling was so real, so familiar but at the same time, how strange! I heard myself whispering softly to him: Why are you back?
There was no reply. I realised then that I have never heard his voice at all and when I opened my eyes, I was again, all alone!
My eyes were dry and the music was still playing… It was but a dream.
Thai Peck
1
As a child I used to think if I stepped into a puddle, I would be in another world, and a dreamer I still am. Fairy tales were never allowed in the household as they represented something sinful. I was double sin when I somehow possessed a couple of them, which hidden under my bed, I thought were safe and that no one would ever be able to find. How wrong was I. My favourite story