A Distant Heart
The leaves were starting to turn a rosy red and the grasses that just weeks ago waved lush and green on the hillsides was changing to hues of rust. The summer that was almost over now, reminded Fletcher that in less than a week Jenny would head off to UBC where she would study marine biology putting a distance of over seven thousand kilometers between them. Jenny had ambition and a clever mind, one that easily qualified her for the Major Entry Scholarship set up for outstanding east coast students. Fletcher never understood what she saw in him. He like his father, would stay back in Petty Harbour and go off with the other men of the small hamlet to fish as generations had done before him. The wind blew harshly off the ocean as he sat crouched on the wet wooden dock where the boats were harboured, holding his knees tightly to his chest with his muscular arms, trying to hide the convulsion of emotions that threatened to erupt momentarily to sorrowful sobs. Jenny was his high school sweetheart, the only girlfriend he ever had, the only woman he ever loved and she was slipping out of his life. They had promised to marry as soon as she finished her studies and earned her degree but in his heart he knew that a woman as beautiful as Jenny would be pursued by other young suitors in her field of study. His heart desperately wanted to beg her not to go, but that would doom both of them to an impoverished and isolated life in rural Newfoundland. Jenny had the smarts to rise above that. He loved her far too much to hold her back even though it meant that he would lose her. So in a few days, he would drive her to the airport in St. John’s where he would kiss her goodbye and know that he might never see her again.
By Marianne Scott