"A memory"

Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story belong to SILVER DRAGON, not me, this is a work of fiction based on her characters. Warning: This story contains strong language.


“Scott, we’re through!” The words rang through my head, like needles, jabbing my skin.
“Wh-what?” I reached out, dizzy, dropping the gun at my feet. “Kenny, wai--” I tried to grab at him, anxious to grip him tight to me again. Kenny...

“Stop it Scott! You never treated me right! I’m just your punching bag! I don’t feel loved anymore! Not anymore! i’m leaving and don’t you dare try to stop me!”

And with that, he was gone. My body felt heavy. Kenny was gone. Like a feather, dropped into the wind. Gone in seconds. I dropped to my knees and felt sharp pains run up my leg- I landed on the gun.
“Shit,” I muttered quietly. I looked back at the open door. Kenny was already out of site; I couldn’t see him.

I awoke with a start, my heart pulsing, my head sweaty and red. “Kenny!” I called out.
No answer.
I chuckled softly to myself. What did I expect? Kenny was gone. He had been gone for 3 weeks.

I turned over so my feet slid off the bed and into my slippers. I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep now, that was for sure.

I started a pot of coffee and nonchalantly glanced at the clock. 3:04. I turned back to the coffee, and opened the cabinet with such a force it shocked even me. One of the mugs fell the ground and shattered.
“Fu--” I reached for the dustpan, and was about to scoop the pieces up when I saw the image imprinted on them.

It was me and Kenny...a long time ago. I remember. That was such a special day.

“It’s such a perfect day for a picnic,” Kenny smiled happily as he spread the blanket onto the grass, warm and moist from the sun.

“It sure is!” I set down the basket, full of confections I spent all night preparing. Kenny squealed with anticipation as I began to unload the foods. Fried chicken, chocolate cake, apple pie, cole slaw, roast beef sanwiches, and lemonade.
“Oh Scott, you shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble!” Kenny looked up at me with his nig blue eyes.

“But I wanted to, Kenny.” I pulled him close and hugged him tight. He smiled, and softly sighed.

“Mmm...Scott...I love it when you hug me...except right now! I’m starving!”

I laughed and let him go.
He hungrily reached for the chicken and began shoveling it down. I reached for a sandwich. I knew Kenny loved chicken, even if I wasn’t so fond of it. That’s what the sandwiches were for.

When we polished off the last crumbs of cake and pie, I reached back into my bag. “What are ou doing, Scott?” Kenny asked from his current position, his head in my lap.

I pulled my guitar out, and his eyes watered. “Oh, Scott...is that mine?”
I nodded as i began to play him the song I had been writing. No words, just a gentle melody that has formed in my mind the other night.

“Hey, sir, would you mind taking our picture?” I handed a passerby my camera. He snapped the lense and Kenny wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Thank you,”

We ended the day by walking down the beach as the sun set, followed by making love on the shore as the waves gently lapped over our bare bodies.

“Scott, today was perfect...I wanted to remember it forever,” Kenny said as we got back into the car, wet but warmed already from the warmness of summer.
“Me too,”

On the way back, we stopped to get our photos developed, then we drove straight to a novelty shop, where we made our favorite picture into matching mugs.

“Now we can remember it forever,” I smiled and I hugged him close.


The tears stung my eyes. I hadn’t even realised i was crying until i heard the plop of water against tile. I scooped up the pieces.

It took me all day to glue the mug back together. When I finally finished, I laughed at myself.

How could i be so stupid? Kenny probably had forgotted all about that day. I’ll bet he threw that stupid mug away the day after our breakup.

I looked at the mug. It was so painful to look at. I stood up and stuck in the way back of my cabinet and pulled out a plain brown one as I poured my coffee.
It started raining.


*****
“Kenny, do you want coffee?” Ed called out.

“Sure, Ed! But I’ll make it,” I shot up and towards the kitchen. I heard her laugh, and say “Okay, kenny, whatever,”

I pulled out the bag of coffee and poured it into the brewer. I pulled out Ed’s mug, and my mug and poured in the coffee.

When Ed came in to get her coffee, I covered up Scott’s face with my fingers.
“Kenny, I don’t know why you covet that beat up old mug. It must be chipped in a hundred places!” She laughed as she walked out, slurping her drink.
I smiled. “That’s okay. You don’t have to understand it. It’s just...a memory.”

A memory...