Dichotomy

Shayna’s eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Her hair fluttered and twisted in the constant ocean breeze. The taste of champagne still lingered on her lips.

Chris opened the veranda doors and music spilled into the quiet night and just as quickly became a soft murmur at the thump of the door against the frame. Shayna stared off into the distance transfixed upon a ship gliding across the horizon. She knew he was there.

“Beautiful night,” Chris stated as he slid his left arm around her waist and the other, which held a single red rose, he maneuvered up her body to her nose.

Her head tilted back against his shoulder. She sighed as she gazed at the multitude of stars.
“I feel like a feather upon the wind. Life seems like it’s just beginning.” I’m as happy as I’ve ever been.

Her new husband’s eyes blazed in the dim light and his lips met hers as they cradled each other in a passion-filled kiss.

She recalled the first time she met his family...

“You aren’t welcome here.” Chris’s mother stated. Her voice cold and without emotion.

“I understand, but have you spoken to your son? We’re happy. Why can’t you be too?”

“You know why. Our families have bad blood between us and it isn’t going to change. Now why don’t you just go back to your own and leave this family alone!”

Shayna ran out of the house. Chris followed after her. He found her crying next to the creek near the large boulder where they first met.

“I know this is hard,” He said, “but we had to break it to them sometime. We’ve been seeing each other for more than five months now.”

“I know. But no Hatfield has ever dated a McCoy.”


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