Can Divit, the wandering Albatross has returned and moored his boat on the jetty as per his father's instructions. Sanem is still struggling to comprehend life without her soulmate. The sea, along with her daily medication is her solace and she spen...
A Novel by John Fowles written in 1969. Set in mid 19th Century in Lyme, Regis England.
Sarah Woodruff, an intelligent, gentle woman is seen by the locals as a tragic figure. Rumoured to be of loose morals she has gone mad after being abandoned by her lover, a French Ships Officer who sailed away back to France to marry another. Every day, whatever the weather she walks down to The Cobb, a stone jetty that snakes the coastline and stares out to sea... Waiting, hoping, wanting...
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Sanem POV: Yakamoz (Sea sparkle)
The old wooden jetty is warm beneath me today. I sit dangling my legs over the edge and feel the sun beat down, warm on my head. I stare out to sea and watch the water ripple and flow.
The sun on the water creates silver snakes across the top that shimmer and sparkle.
I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of Istanbul...
Waves gently lapping, sails of boats flapping in the warm breeze, children laughing, the cry of a bird overhead....
My eyes snap open and I look up onto the vast space of blue sky above me.
In my head I know it's just a seagull but in my heart...
My broken damaged heart wants it to be an Albatross...
My big beautiful Albatross... Coming home to me!
THE ELEMENTS: EARTH, AIR, FIRE AND WATER.
I close my eyes again. My fellow sea watchers and neighbours have gotten used to me by now.
Sanem...The sad girl who's here every day. She lives with 2 men. They look after her. She cries staring out to sea...
I usually stay here until one of them turns up and takes me home. Then I take my meds like a good girl and fall asleep where I dream of the man I loved. The man who left me.
I know his name.. Yet, we don't say it. They don't want to upset me. Sometimes it revolves, around my head all day until finally it bursts out when I'm sleeping. JJ holds me when that happens. Sometimes all night.
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He disappeared off the face of the Earth.
When I think of him now I think of Nature and the Elements... Earth, Air, Fire and Water.
I tried to find out where he went... He could always be found in the forest or up a mountain...via the EARTH but this came to a dead end. We checked flights leaving the airports....but he didn't travel by AIR this time.
Then came the news from his fisherman friend that he'd seen him on the WATER ...in a BOAT.
And then there's FIRE... The one that brings me the most pain.
The catalyst of this chain of events.
The FIRE that burnt my diary. The FIRE that burnt me up. The FIRE that burned so bright within me for him. A FIRE so hot in my body that I would scorch just looking at him.
But day by day, week by week and month by month... The lonely stretch of water between us began to extinguish the flames. When the seas were rough and the skies grew grey with storm clouds I would cry out for him...paralysed with fear, and every tear that fell from my eyes was another drop. And then there was a day when the last tear fell and the embers turned to Ash....and time stopped. I heard them say... "The light has left her eyes." Now I feel someone step on to the jetty. Who will come for me today. JJ or Muzzo? Yet.. The vibrations are different. Slow and heavy. Another man?
I turn my head to look...
How my mind loves to torment me! I'd got used to seeing his image.
In a moment he will be gone. It will just be a random stranger again.
He's still walking towards me. I blink. This usually does it. No.. Its not today. It's not him. I know it's not. I'm panicked. I thought the last set of tablets were working. What do I do now? Stand up. Get home quickly. Don't look at him.. Whoever he is. He'll think you're strange. Walk past. Keep your head down. It's not him It's not real.
"Sanem!... Sanem!........ SANEM!!
HIS voice. Oh god... It is HIS voice. Deep and soulful.
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My name sounds so familiar as it falls from his lips. I can't help but turn and look at him. His hair, his face, his body... My heart is beating so hard that I'm sure he can hear it from where he is. I look into his eyes and am momentarily lost. They reflect back to me what I see in my own eyes everyday... Pain, hurt, anger, despair, utter loneliness.
I'm shocked at his hair... Left long and unbound, un washed....but then I've also had a more carefree existence when it comes to wanting to look my best.
He's close to me now and slowly, so slowly his arm stretches out toward me. I still think my mind is playing tricks on me.. That is until his warm hand reaches out and gently closes around my wrist. I can feel my heartbeat pounding and pulsing under his fingers.
Then I shiver and goosebumps shoot up my arms. I pull out of his grasp.
My throat is dry but I need to know... My voice cracks as I speak.
"Why are you here?" "Why have you come back?"
He stares hard at me.
"I needed to see your face, hear your voice, breathe your scent. I'm incomplete without you, Sanem. I want to be yours again. I want you to be mine."
Out of the ashes, inside my stone cold heart... A small spark clicks and catches...🔥
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