Mabel

The crisp cool breeze helped the sailboat to glide, like a swan on a lake, or the glory of a kite. The shiny exterior shone pearlescent white, the gold, christened lettering, gloriously reflecting the light. Newly purchased, fridge stocked, husband proudly at the wheel, his wife dressed in stripes, below, fussing about their meals. This was their retirement, the life they had planned, and then without warning, she felt dizzy; she could not stand. As she gasped for air and tried to call out his name, her husband stood proudly, planning his wife's life long dream. As she stumbled and fell, her head hit the table, her husband oblivious he was mapping their course, deep in thought; for his beautiful wife; Mabel. Her dream was to voyage the open blue seas, like two peas in a pod, his Mabel, the queen bee. As she lay motionless, no sound could be heard, but the lull of the waves and sweet song of the birds. As the husband took a step down the galley below, all he saw was his Mabel, clutching her ring; eyes closed. He gently and lovingly picked her up with care, and he took his wife, Mabel and collapsed in their chair. He rocked her and cried my Mabel, my love, you are my joy, my life, as he released her to the sun. He whispered a note of her favourite tune, as he took off his ring and gently put it with hers. Mabel, my love, we will never be apart, for the vows that we spoke, are forever in our hearts.