It’s Alright, It’s Ok


I was tired of hearing “she’s in a better place”. I wanted her back. I missed the way her hair smelled after we got out of the shower. I missed her freezing toes on my bare legs when we got snuggled into bed every night.

Three weeks had passed. I hadn’t touched any of her things. On her favorite oaken book shelf, two of her Leah Andreone’s CDs leaned against a framed picture of us at the beach, taken the weekend we met.

I promised myself I wouldn’t delve into the past. That damn picture and those more damned CDs talked to me.

With them in my right hand, I walked into the kitchen so the setting sun, her favorite time of day, would show through the windows. I laid everything on the table where we’d go over our weekly calendars, argue about money, and eat her gourmet meals. I opened the media player next to the bowl where we kept our car keys. I grabbed the nearest Leah Andreone album. It was the one I couldn’t stand, but she loved, called Alchemy.

I inserted the disc and hit play. The music was moody and I began to cry. I couldn’t stop thinking about that weekend we fell in love. The picture showed the two of us laying on petunia colored beach towels, grinning, with dinosaur egg candy in our open mouths.

I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, opened one with my teeth, and starting drinking. The tears wouldn’t stop. I needed a lie. I needed something. I ejected the CD and played the other one. It had the hit song, something called It’s Alright It’s Ok. It made the beer taste better. By the time the second beer went through me, I’d listen to that song severaltimes. The sunset, the picture of her from years ago, and my want created an image of her shimmering in front of me. I just wanted it to be alright and be okay.

****blogger’s note****

This is a doubled prompted fiction piece. For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Supermaren challenged me with “Alchemy, dinosaur egg, petunia” and I challenged Grace O’Malley with “At a Barnes and Noble book store in Daily, Georgia, Heath Dipolo is standing in line behind Tish Bejerano. Have them fall in love in 600 words.” Second for www.trifectawritingchallenge.com 333 words for the word “image”.

Today’s song is the one mentioned in the story. It’s Leah Andreone’s It’s Alright, It’s Ok.

39 responses to “It’s Alright, It’s Ok

  1. This is fantastic. As always …. the description is beautiful. Emotional. (Plus I got a new artist to listen to out of it. Which makes everything even better!)

  2. I love the opening lines. So gentle and real.

    I also love the opening the beer with the teeth and crying.

    I ALSO I have to say love the image of the kitchen with wood floors. Sigh.

  3. i’d like to read something much longer about this person in this situation. only three weeks and he’s not supposed to delve into the past? why! i’m interested. more!

  4. I’m sorry, you’re going to think I’m an ass, but I’ve read (and written) too many stories where there was a twist at the end, and when I started reading this, I was pretty sure you were writing about a dog.

  5. I’ve read this 1000 times, literally, but I’ve always been under another account. I just wanted to tell you that I really like this piece. Your writing really is growing and you can see the elements that make this piece distinctly yours scattered through out.

    I really liked your descriptions. They really brought his pain and the scene alive. That picture you described with the petunia colored towels and dinosaur eggs in your mouths while on the beach? It makes me smile it’s so lovely.

    I’m trying to be a good friend here and offer critique, but all I got is good stuff to point out. Whatever you are doing, keep it up.

  6. It looks like several of us got the ‘dead beloved’ memo!!! (That’s a compliment and an observation that I’ve got a suicide, Wayne has a suicide, and we don’t know how this character died.) I loved the memories of freezing feet- that made both the experience and the grief seem very real.

    • I was writing this more about grief from the husband than memory of the dead wife. I didn’t want to get caught up in suicide/cancer/car accident/murder/etc…I didn’t read yours and Wayne’s pieces until today. thank you.

  7. Thank you for joining us for this week’s Trifecta challenge. I am flabbergasted that you managed to work dinosaur eggs into your response. That’s a bit of genius right there. I enjoyed this piece. So many of those memories are familiar. Nicely done. Come back on Friday for the weekend challenge, ok?

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