The Locket
By Michael Cannata
The locket dangled from his fingers. It flashed as it turned slowly in the cool
evening breeze, reflecting the bright moonlight. He didn't need to open it to
see the picture of the beauty it held inside. Soon he would be holding her in
his impatient arms.
She gave it to him on his tenth
birthday. They knew then that they were meant to be together. They were born a
mere two hours apart. They were wet nursed by the same women. They shared a
common play space as infants. They were together most of the first days and
months of their lives.
They grew up together as
children, before family and class became an issue, and they became fast
friends. There was a special bond. Even before they could speak, they would cry
angrily when they were separated. They played happily and contentedly for hours
when they were together.
But she was the daughter of the
rancher that his family worked for. When they were children it wasn't a
problem. But as they grew older it became harder for them to find the time to
be together. After all… they were different. She was free to enter his world
but her world was forever off limits. If
anyone ever thought that they were more than friends there would be serious
problems. His father would lose his job, maybe even his life.
The friendship grew stronger and
closer as they grew. The day came when they stepped beyond the limit of friendship
and kissed underneath that tree. He understood the danger they were in every
minute they spent together better than she. When he tried to suggest that her
future, not theirs, was more important, her security, her destiny, her family,
her world… she couldn't sacrifice that for just him and his love.
She would have none of it. She
couldn't ever feel as safe with anyone as much as she did when she was with
him. She believed in his love. She knew he would never fail her. She trusted
him. He was her heart and strength. He was the truest lover and closest of
friends. She was alive only when she was with him. How could she ever lay with
another man?
They made the decision together.
It would mean leaving everything and everyone they knew and loved behind. Together
they held to the hope that, if time was good to them, someday they could return
to the place they both called home. They would repair and reconnect with all the
people that both loved them, yet stood in their way.
Once free and far away from here
they could start a life and family of their own. She had some money; he had all
the skills a man needed to find work, despite his color or ethnicity.
This would be the last evening
they would have to meet secretly, hiding the passion from the prying eyes of
neighbors and family. He had made all the arrangements. The horses and carriage
waited under the tree where they had spent so many long hours dreaming of the
day they could be free.
He stood eagerly watching the
road from the ranch looking for her sign. He watched intensely, so focused that
he never heard the horses behind him until it was too late to act. He turned to
look at the men that had come to kill him.
"She won't be coming
tonight, Josh." Her father spoke in a cool, yet angry voice. "She
won't be coming here ever again. It's a shame her closest childhood friend
won't be at her services. Word is that he packed up and was headed west
somewhere. Word is he won't be coming back."
"Word is that you and her,
you intended to spend eternity together. My family's honor, it's reputation was
at stake. I had no choice. I'm not sure where she went when I killed my own
daughter, but you won't be leaving this tree again. In a funny kind of way you'll
both be together. Both of your lying deceitful souls will be spending eternity
in the same hell you created."
"I told both of you what
would happen if I ever found you together. If you ever touched her…" The
fathers face twisted into a disgusted sneer; "If she ever touched you!"
He stared into the barrel of the
shotgun her father pointed at him. He thought he heard her voice cry in some
distant echo beyond the sound of the gunshot. In his final moment, he saw her
face, every beautiful smile she ever gave him, embraced in one glorious memory.
He lay dying alone under the tree.
Speaking in a choked voice he called her name for the last time. But even as he
died, he never let her go. The locket she gave him when they were children,
children who knew everything about the passions but nothing of the perils of
love, still dangled from his fingers.
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