Love Stories. Dear Ones by Dewey Edward Chester. Enjoy your Sunday with this gorgeous story, Yareah friends.
Breaking hard at the street light, I noticed a rally taking place. I drove my car to the curb, got out and walked slowly toward the crowd of college students. How long ago, when I was like them.
A boy was giving a speech; he wore creased slacks and brown penny loafers. He challenged his classmates, exalting progressive thought.
I walked among his group of students, examining them carefully. These Dear Ones sat up and listened; more serious, but all very bright and beautiful.
When the boy ended his speech and the crowd scattered away, tears trickled down my cheeks. I had heard him say astonishing things.
He came near me, accompanied by a tall, pretty girl. I kept wiping tears from my eyes. How beautiful they looked—-how hopeful, but they were children; they thought life was easy, because they were young.
I felt a pain in my heart. I slumped to the ground. I hoped when they got knocked down, they would pick themselves up….dust themselves off…and fight right back.
I died out there on campus.
“Darling! Darling!” someone called from a distance. I looked around to see, Rosemary, standing under a Sycamore tree; and the wind was blowing her skirt, as when I fell in love.
“It took you long enough to get here,” she laughed, with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Well—-,” I flickered a weak smile. She interrupted me with a laugh; a pleasant laugh. I clasped her hand in mine, and we walked away together.
We were born fighters; we came in the world with a Boom, and sure as hell, we went out the same way!
“A place in thy memory, Dear Ones
Is all that we claim,
To pause and look back when thou
The sound of our name—-!”