Sweet Singapore
Sweet Singapore
Sweet Singapore
Copyright (c) 2010 by Melrick (Tabooccaneer@gmx.com)
Rated: Contains No sex.
Codes: Romance, Angst, No Sex.
Synopsis: A man returns to the Singapore beach a year after his first visit with his wife, but this trip is a little different than the last.
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Author’s Note: This is a FlashFic (less than 1000 words) written in response to a word prompt – “candy” – posted on the forum here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=16811
A/N 2, 29/10/2010: Corrected an error with a word that got left out.
Devin sat down on the bench, looking out over the Johore Straits at the island of Pulau Ubin. Changi Beach in Singapore had been Ginette’s favourite memory of Singapore when they had visited the year before. They’d covered the entire city-state, visiting the Singapore Zoo, the Jurong Bird Park, Sentosa Island and all the wonders it contained, the Singapore Flyer (the tallest observation wheel in the world, you know), the Botanic Gardens and everything in between. When they had got back to Australia, though, it was the memory of strolling along that beach that kept coming back to Ginette; watching the planes coming into land at the airport right over their heads, the cooling breeze that had provided a reprieve from the otherwise stifling heat and humidity that constantly hangs over Singapore, the woodpecker in the tree, the ice cream from the beachside café. Devin couldn’t help but admit that it had been a beautiful day, considering what had subsequently happened.
It had been the first time Ginette had ever been overseas, and the first time Devin had been to Singapore. They’d gone there to celebrate five years of a very happy marriage. Their honeymoon had only been a domestic holiday, which had been nice but Devin had been annoyed that they hadn’t had the money for a ‘real’ honeymoon. Five years later, though, the money was there and he’d jumped at the opportunity. It had been the best two weeks of their life, not to mention the busiest, which had made that peaceful time on Changi beach that much more memorable. They’d also bought a chocolate bar each that day on the beach, chocolate being Ginette’s real passion. It didn’t seem to matter how much she ate, though, as it never seemed to show on her perpetually slim and beautiful body.
Devin sat alone on the bench, trying to remember when he’d felt as lonely as he did right then. The brain aneurism that had taken Ginette’s life had been sudden and unexpected, and the doctors had told him there was no way they could have known. That didn’t make him feel much better, though; that headache the night before had been a warning, a warning they’d both missed.
After taking off his shoes and socks, Devin picked up a plastic bag and carried it to the water’s edge. He paused a moment before walking into the cool waters gently lapping at the sand. Once the water had reached mid-thigh level, he removed a box of chocolates and stuffed the bag into a pocket. Taking off the lid, Devin looked at the beautiful, handmade chocolates. They had melted a bit from the time it had taken to get there from his hotel, but he’d expected that; each chocolate was in its own individual paper tray anyway.
“You said repeatedly that you wanted to come back to this very spot on our sixth wedding anniversary, and now here we are, six years to the day. I love you now just as much as I always did, and I’ll love you just as much tomorrow.” And with that, Devin upended the box of chocolates, dumping them all into the blue waters of Johore Straits.
He didn’t know if anyone had thought of making chocolates with the primary ingredient being someone’s ashes before, but he had to admit, the chocolatier had done a very fine job. He knew without doubt Ginette enjoyed them.
The End