straight down the line

The Postman Sometimes Rings Twice

Since we were given an ending that rivals that of any Edith Wharton novel, I thought to make my own. While I’m fine with sad endings, I don’t like them so let’s make it a little happier.


Cora waded towards me in the water, her wet hair drawn up into a messy ponytail. She smiled, wrapping her arms around me.

“Isn’t this grand? Is this what you wanted?” She asked, voice airy and soothing.

It was, actually. I ran a hand over her face, memorizing each sun kissed feature with delicate intensity.

“Yeah. Yeah it is.” I said breathlessly. “And after all we’ve been through too.”

“Oh please don’t say that.” She sighed, tilting her head to the side. “Don’t mention any of it.  I don’t want to remember it.”

“But it happened. We can’t change that.”

“But we can stop talking about it. It wasn’t a pleasant time.” She replied, eyes downcast.

I drew her up for a long kiss, moving us towards the beach. “Ok. I’ll stop. I’m sorry.”

“I suppose I can forgive you.” She smiled as we stepped onto the sand.

I put a hand up to my eyes as the sun blared its angry rays down my scalp. I wrapped an arm around Cora as we walked back to our things, her skin glistening under the hot light. We sat down, her head against my shoulder and my arm at her waist.

“Where to next?” She asked, nuzzled against me.

“I don’t know. Where do you want to go?”

“To the moon,” She laughed and it threw bubbles into my stomach.

I remained silent, quietly letting her words sink it. I would go anywhere with this woman. It wouldn’t matter if it was to Alcatraz or an Asylum. My life would serve no meaning without her and I’m fine with that. This has been the first time I’ve been happy, satisfied. I don’t feel like rushing away, escaping into a cave to never come out. I’m ok. And it’s all because of her. And for that, I would follow this woman into the stars.

“To the moon it is,”I repeated, eyes moving skyward and beyond.


While not an entirely definite ending, it was a lot happier than the original one. I’m not saying that I don’t like it. I actually do but I didn’t want to go stare blankly at the corner of the room contemplating life after I sat through the story. This ending was a little fluffier than the last and for that I’m happy. Sometimes I don’t want to feel sad after reading or watching noir. Gosh.

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