I got a kick out of reading comments on the last story I posted. I love that people aren’t afraid to say “I didn’t like that!” I have to agree that the two main characters weren’t that likeable. As I thought of the story throughout the day, it occurred to me that the ending left the one sympathetic character (Robert) hanging. Today, I sat down and wrote another segment, which I think ends this story on a much happier note, and closes the loop I’d left.
Robert rested his elbows on the bridge railing. His gaze fell on the rippling reflection of lights below. The River Thames had been Audrey’s fixation, but in the two years he visited alone, he found it ran through his heart as well.
On the third anniversary of Audrey’s leap, Robert brought his new bride to Westminster Bridge, so she too, might be touched by the river.
“You okay?” Catherine asked as she rubbed her husband’s back.
He straightened and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Couldn’t be better.” He kissed her forehead.
For several minutes, they embraced.
“Robert, I don’t want to lose you.”
He turned her to face him. “What do you mean?” He tried to keep the alarm from his voice.
“When we married eight months ago, you made it clear you didn’t want kids. I’m pregnant.” She covered her face with her hands and wept.
“W-what? I don’t… I can’t believe… I love you!” He wrapped his arms around his wife. “I love you.”
Through tears that threatened to overflow his eyelids, he felt the blessing of the Thames.
The river that once carried his sorrow now shared his joy.