john lester
Stories (2/0)
Orphan Camp Ghost Story
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Travelers know the value of a good story. The very reason memories are their most precious treasures. No matter how far we travel, or how much time goes by. Memories can be forgotten, but they are never lost. Most times any given memory is just a simple recall away. Sometimes it just a single keyword to unlock a gateway of details. As I ponder the opening sentence in my mind, I find myself at another gate in time.
By john lester2 years ago in Fiction
Lost & Found Promise
We boarded the small aircraft leaving from Vietnam in order to catch our outbound flight to Loches A small island off the Asian coast was a last minute add on to our 21-day intimacy. A highly recommended destination that had only been open to tourism for a few years at that time. She sat down beside me, fastened her seatbelt, then reached into her travel purse below the seat. She glanced over toward me with a silent chuckle as she pulled out one of her guilty pleasures. A term she used to refer to those gossip magazines found at the checkout aisles of most grocery stores. She then placed the latest issue of Star neatly across her lap. On the cover was a flattering picture of “Sawyer” one of the lead actors from our favorite tv show Lost. She looked at me with her usual pre flight expression. A mixture of pre destination travel jitters along with pre boarding flight anxieties. “I still can not believe we are married. Yet it does not feel any different than the first time we met.” I smiled back at her, “Well, we certainly did not follow the traditional path of marriage. Is it supposed to feel different?” I asked. She shifted her head “Good point. I suppose when you are soul mates it feels right no matter which route you take.” I finished adjusting my seat belt and lifted the window shade as we began moving. “You mean soul mates as in mates from a previous life?” I questioned her rhetorically. She smiled from the side of her cheek as she turned open her magazine. “Something like that I suppose.” I stared out the window as the ground below disappeared into a vast image of abstract clouds.” “Did you know he is married to an Asian woman?” She pointed to a picture of the actor and his real-life wife. Although I never paid attention to who was dating who in Hollywood. I most certainly had a new found interest in the Asian culture. “The show is so good. They say it may be the last season.” She informed me. I nodded in agreement with her. Although I was not quite sure of what message the show was trying to convey. I could feel the passion and determination the writers were attempting to express. I leaned my seat back as far as it could go, closed my eyes and thought to myself. If I ever had a story that big, I certainly hoped I could tell it in a way everyone could easily understand.
By john lester2 years ago in Humans