The Statue Pt. 3

It’s been 25 years since I’ve been to Norway.

The boys wanted to see their ancestor’s homeland.

We walk the countryside.  I fall in love with it again.

If only I would’ve stayed all those years ago.

We walk to where I first saw the statue.

Sitting on a small bench, I tell my 24 year olds the story.

They listen, but I see their eyes, they think I’m crazy.

As they walk back to the hotel, I know I can’t go home.

I turn, there he is.

Torvald is waiting for me.

Our twins will have to return alone.

That’s it for now, although I have a part 4 in my head.

The Statue Pt. 2

I wake up.  It’s dark.

I’m alone, lying on the blanket.

Did that happen or was it jetlag?

I start to get up, then see him coming.

He approaches with what looks like a rose, hands it to me, helps me up and then kisses me passionately.

I feel something I’ve never felt as he holds me.

When I open my eyes, he’s gone.

Did I dream all that?  Please say no!

I return the next night and every night until I leave.

He waits for me.

This is no dream.  But what is it?

Torvald, what are you?

Continued from yesterdays Friday Fictioneers.  With that in mind I kept this at 99 words.

Part 3 tomorrow

The Statue Pt.1

The Statue

 

Dad wasn’t happy when I mentioned going to Norway.

Just for a week, I begged, before college starts.

He didn’t say no to me.  It’s his ancestor’s homeland.

I arrive, it’s dusk.  I just want to relax.

I walk to a park across from the hotel.

Spreading out a blanket I notice the statue.  He was magnificent!

It’s dusk, hard to see.  Did he wink?

I sit down, hear a noise, look up.

It’s him, my statue in flesh and blood.

“Torvald” he says.

“Ronnaug” I reply.

He speaks, I don’t understand.

He kisses me, I understand.

The universal language.

Part 2 tomorrow!

Thank you Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!