The Rock Star Neighbour

By: Sammy King
Chapter One.

Lucy was angry at the world, angry at God, angry at the universe and angry with life. She didn’t understand what she had done so wrong that it could justify punishing her so badly. It had been three years since she buried her husband Hudson. Like it wasn’t bad enough that she had to watch him slowly waist away to nothing, the chemo stripping his body of all muscle and weight, his skin cracked and opened, his hair gone and his life ebbed into a skeleton. The only thing Lucy could be thankful for was that Hudson hadn’t been sick long. It felt like it was overnight that they were reeling from the diagnoses of bowel cancer to him closing his eyes for the final time. Lucy hadn’t had time to truly grieve; she hadn’t even had time to think about what was happening. The grief didn’t really hit her for a year after she had left her husband of ten years in the ground on the wintery blustering ocean cliff gravesite. By the time the grief hit her family and friends felt that Lucy should be over the pain, they thought she should have just got on with her life, however, until a person loses the love of their life, she defied them to recover, pick themselves up and move on.

Since Hudson’s death Lucy went through life just existing. She did her work, she ate and she went to bed. She didn’t socialise, she no longer laughed and smiled, she just wasn’t interested. Her friends had all drifted away long ago, bored of her grief and getting on with their lives. Some had persisted longer than others, some tried to explain how she was only thirty, she should be still full of life and other’s reminded her how Hudson wouldn’t want her to be miserable. Like they would know. She had no idea of what Hudson would have wanted for her, how would they know? Lucy thought.

The only thing that Lucy truly loved was to walk along the little personal piece of beach that sat nestled behind her property that she had once shared with her husband. The property that they had planned to spend their lives into retirement, the place that they had wanted to raise children, Lucy couldn’t stop the tears when she thought of the children that she would never bear, never see, never watch grow looking like their father, with the same twinkle in their eyes when they laughed.

“At least I have my paradise” Lucy scoffed as she marched up and down the beach.

Her mother reminded her often how it wasn’t healthy for Lucy to be spending so much time on her own, how she should get out and meet another man. Melinda, Lucy’s mother, longed for her daughter to find a nice guy to settle back down. Melinda often said to her husband, Colin, that if Lucy just went and found someone, she would smile again, she would laugh again, she would be more human. Lucy hated the conversations and tried to avoid her mother at all costs. Which was a bad idea in itself, too many missed calls resulted in a frantic Melinda on Lucy’s doorstop with a tirade about how she was only trying to help.

It was far easier to just pay her mother lip service just to get her off Lucy’s back. Lucy was happy in her own way, she was happy in her peaceful place, in her private beach that she only had to share with the neighbouring property and that had been sitting empty for years, so it meant that she had the place to herself. She loved to collect what the sea presented her, the different shells, drifted wood, pumice stone and all sorts of fantastic booty to turn into art pieces that she sold at local markets. It was her time to drift into another world, a world where everything was alright, where everything was at peace.

Lucy sat down on one of the large driftwood logs that had floated onto the beach staring out into the vast ocean, which occasionally had a whale leap out of the surface or seal chase fish in the waves. She felt peace; it was like Hudson was beside her. Lucy sat staring out at the waves crashing along the cliff walls in the distance and the boats the floated by seeking their booty in a school of tuna, when her phone shrilled in her pocket. Lucy fumbled with her phone and looked at the screen to see her mother’s number illuminated. Lucy swore and closed her eyes, sending a little prayer for patience before clicking the answer button.

“Hi mum” Lucy said attempting to sound as sweet as she could muster.

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