Intentions I was arranging some of the items on the shelf when I heard a tender ringing of the antique bell, signalling that someone just walked in. I placed old chimes at the top of the store's door so that I wouldn't be too surprised when someone goes in The last experience I had was quite...traumatic. "Hey! You're back!" Caleb joyously beamed and walked towards me. "You missed me, do you?" I laughed. Caleb chuckled and went behind the counter too. "Yeah, I sure did..." He playfully said. I slowly turned to him and grinned. I missed my best friend, of course!

Phase The same thing happened on Sunday. We went to Canterbury again and helped Papa buy and sell goods. It was a normal day – a productive one. And I actually helped this time! It's starting to be a new normal for me to feel those metaphorical butterflies in my stomach, along with the constant racing of my heart like an athlete during a marathon – whenever I'm alone with Dom. There's really this aura that pulls me closer and closer to him. Now, I'm waiting for him to come. The winds gingerly brushed my hair as I sat on the shop's three-step staircase. The beautiful sun bid me goodbye as the truck I've been accustomed to approached nearer and nearer, until it finally stopped.

Love-making I was staring off into the dark sky when Papa called me. "Sapphire, dinner's ready!" I immediately went away from the window and walked towards the dining area. Papa placed a bowl of mushroom stew, potatoes and beans on the table.  We began eating our last meal of the day and my thoughts kept drifting to what Dom said. "I'm loyal. Only to you. So stop saying I have women when you're my only woman."&n

Kiss "It's your birthday, honey. I always promised to not work when it's your birthday," Papa exasperatingly said. It was early in the morning. The sun was rising with a beautiful ray of golden yellow, and Papa's sipping his daily coffee in the dining table. While eating breakfast, I tried to persuade him to continue our weekend routine in Canterbury. "But I wouldn't want you to miss a market day, Papa."  "Dom will manage there alone, Sapphire. So it's alright," Papa convinced. 

One Second That was the last thing I heard him say for over a year too. I don't know how Papa did it, but we hired another man to harvest our crops. He lives in the same vicinity, but I don't see him often. He's an old man around his fifties, but still fit to do the job. "Who's that, Papa?" I asked while peeking out the window. Life wasn't the same without Dom. Almost everything reminds me of him. The store, Callie, the oak tree, and even the damn truck he left. "I