We find our spot among the crowd on the side the road. Today is a dream come true. A dream started on a bicycle a few years before. Riding a bicycle was another escape for me. It was a way I released my anger. I am at peace on my bike, albeit somewhat brief. Free I suppose. And today I am here. On the side the road on L’Alpe d’Huez in the French Alps. Today I am a spectator of the Tour de France.
“What are you thinking about?” Gina asked.
“Its hard to believe,” I say to her. “I have dreamed of being here since the I watched this event on television. I have biked many miles dreaming I was riding these very roads. Only to be disappointed when I realize my finish line was my home. ”
“Brad don’t just dream, make things happen!”
“We are Gina.”
“We huh,”she says with a smile.
“Yes, we. Well, you talked me into this trip. But it has been we ever since.”
“This is the first time you have said we Brad.”
“Is it?” I asked.
“Yes it is. It warmed my heart. Thank you.”
I feel free at this moment.
“He threw me through into a door.” I said matter of factly.
“I was fourteen, he hit my mom. I went to protect her. He pushed me backwards. My body hit the door but my arm went through the window. I pulled my arm back through and it was covered with blood.”
With tears in her eyes she reached out and grabbed my hand, then ran her fingers along my scars in wonder.
“That’s how I got the scars. You are the first person other than my parents to know the truth Gina.”
“But the cuts?” she said.
“Those are my scars, self inflicted to ease my pain. You know them, you said it yourself.”
“Yes I did. I’m so sorry Brad.”
Don’t be. Today they have fully healed.
This was written for the Trifecta Week Fifty-seven using the third definetion of the word:
a : rapt attention or astonishment at something awesomely mysterious or new to one’s experience
b : a feeling of doubt or uncertainty
This writing is fiction. Its another story from the journey of Gina and Brad which started here: Find A Soul.