I don’t know how I got here – in the middle of the ocean somewhere in the Bahamas. A week ago I was in Boston, sitting in a frozen cubical, working for rigid people, living the stoic American dream parents push upon you. I lived a life that I never wanted. I hated my job, my friends and I hated the world.

But then I met her.

I stepped away from the office at 6:00 p.m. last Friday. Wearing a sweatshirt and two jackets, I traversed onto the sidewalk and tried to make my way home. My feet were wet and I grew more dissatisfied with existence the more I persisted. The wind struck my face and I strained every ounce of my fortitude to go forward. Finally, I came to an intersection and she came into my life.

A taxi skidded to a stop at the corner, forcing me to jump backward. A door burst open and a woman – the women – erupted from inside the vehicle. Five-foot eight, with flashing red hair, her black dress made her soft skin look like the snow tried to take shape and create beauty. She ran into me, dropped her purse but kept moving. She had no intention of coming back.

instinctively I grabbed the clutch and careened forward.

“Miss, your purse!” I yelled as I chased after her.

“I don’t want it!” She yelled back, not stopping to satiate my pleasantry.

I chased her a little while longer. Eventually a car came about in the distance and her feet froze to the walkway. A group of men stepped out of the vehicle and, at the sight of seeing them, she turned into an alley.

I stopped at the mouth of the alley and watched her run. When she looked back she saw me and stopped.

“If you want to live you need to come with me. Run!” She yelled. Her voice had a sense of desperation that went uneasily ignored.

I looked back at the men, who began to notice where I was. Not wanting to risk it, I sprinted down the alley. We ran for a bit until we came about a building with a garage. She stopped on a dime and began searching the wall.

“What are you doing?” I beckoned, taken aback by the situation I had wandered into.

“Shut up!”  She barked, continuing to paw for something.

I looked back to the other side of the alley. The men had turned the corner with brandished guns in hand.

“Woah!” I exclaimed, coming to full realization of my plight. “They have guns!”

“I know they have guns,” she retorted blithely, not even looking back. After a moment her hands hit a panel and she punched in a code. The garage opened and she jumped into the type of car you would see in an action movie. She flung the driver-side door open and motioned for me to get in. I hesitated for a moment until our eyes caught each other.

“Get in or die!” She screamed.

Instantaneously I was in the car. A car that made the buildings, cars and people look like one big blur as we raced by.

“Who the fuck are you?” I pleaded, confused at how the past ten minutes had played out.

“Not yet.” She said, without breaking her gaze on the road.

“I Just want to…” I began.

“Look, I’ll tell you it all but for right now you just have to shut up!” And at that moment she swiveled the car onto the highway. Swerving through lane after lane, trying to reduce the distance from wherever she was to wherever she intended to go.

We rode for an hour, in silence, but then she told me everything.


I haven’t felt the chill of the torrid north east wind in over a week. We hadn’t stayed in one spot for less than four hours until last night; Until we made it here, somewhere off the coastline of the Bahamas.

I can’t remember the last time I relaxed. I don’t think I ever was relaxed. Life in the states gave us endless relaxation options that all promised to fulfill every wish society wanted. Who ever thought all I needed was a beer and the ocean?

“Babe!” She began to call from the side of the boat. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat!” I called back. I downed the rest of the beer and began to swim back to the skiff. Climbing upward my bikini bottomed beauty came into sight. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

“I have something on the grill.” She said and turned away.

“Are they finished?”


I went inside and looked at the table, which was strewn with building schematics, dossiers and figure sheets. The meticulous nature of each sheet was only diminished by the simplicity of the stage. It was going to be a work of art.

I grabbed another drink from the cooler and made my way topside.

“So, what do you think?” She called as I took the wheel.

“It looks magnificent.” I smiled.

I took the wheel of the boat and began back to the port. The warmth of the wind invigorated my body and filled my senses. With each wave I was refreshed and took stock in the choices I had made during the past week. The sounds of the birds and the people grow louder as we approach port. She comes to the wheel and kisses my neck. The more that happened the more right I was feeling with everything.

“Dinner is almost ready,” she whispers and rubs the small of my back.

I couldn’t go back to what my life once was and I was ok with that. I didn’t need to. I didn’t want to. I had her. I had some who made me feel the thoughts and ideas that I never thought would take shape. She was my savior. She was my soul. She’s My wife. The bank robber.

(This was written as one of WordPress.com’s “Weekly Writing Challenges”)

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