His Heart’s Desires

Message in a Bottle
No Strings Fiction:  Fiction Without Commitment


His Heart’s Desires


Justin stood on the rocky promontory overlooking the dark, choppy sea.  The wind moaned and whipped around him, causing his thick, woolen overcoat to at times conform to his haggard body, and other times to inflate with the violent, briny air.  His graying hair whipped first this way, then that, the plaything of the savage wind … the same savage wind that, in conspiracy with the water, slowly wore down these jagged cliffs.

The moist, salty air stung his eyes, but no more so than any of life’s winds had.

She was gone.  It was as simple as that.  All those years.  All those tears.  All that laughter.  The fights.  The making love.  In the end, it was as ethereal as the wind that now whipped around him in the near darkness.

He looked down at the bottle in his hand.  There was no way to reach her … so this would have to do.  This is how he’d say his goodbye since she’d deprived him of that opportunity.  He’d said his heartfelt goodbye on a piece of paper and shoved it in the bottle back at the house.

He checked that the top was affixed tightly.  He sighed.

The he reared back and, putting every ounce of strength and emotion into one, smooth and violent motion … the threw the bottle as far out into the unforgiving sea as he could.  He heard the plook! Of the bottle in the choppy sea, but instantly lost sight of it in the darkness of the water.

He sighed.  There was no way of knowing where it would end up.  In the hands of a fisherman?  Or a child collecting seashells?  Or a pair of lovers walking hand in hand along the beach?  But that is fine.  That’s how he’d met her.

He turned and began walking back down the twisting, treacherous trail away from the sea.  He jammed his hands into his pocket to warm them.

He slowly pulled out his hand, holding a piece of paper.  He recognized his writing.  He recognized his heart on that paper.

And he laughed.

Someone was sure going to be surprised when they opened up that bottle and found his grocery list.

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Copyright ©2018 by Biff Sock Pow



    • Thank you so much! I really love that era and would love to write more stuff set in that time. Unfortunately, it requires a lot more research than I have the attention span for.

      This is actually one of my favorite pieces. Unfortunately, it got almost no traffic after I posted it and eventually sank into the abyss. So I’m really glad you opened up the vault and stumbled across it, and even happier that you enjoyed it. 🙂


  1. Ohhhh Biff! Biff! Biff! I am torn between wanting to stand up and applause, or curse at you for breaking that heartbreaking moment at the very end!! I never thought a sigh and a giggle could be hyphenated! Bravo 🙂 🙂 🙂

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