The wharf was a picturesque hive of activity . A dozen little , white boats moored at the water's edge , jostled for space , bobbing in the breeze , cerulean-coloured sails flapping , impatient to leave on their maiden adventure .
"They told me you were dead ."
"They told me you didn't care ."
"I searched for you … for a long , long time . I never really stopped looking …"
His eyes rested on the lapis lazuli nestled in its chain setting . A strange sensation , almost dizziness , washed over her , blurring her vision for a few moments .
"Do you remember the significance of this ?"
"The stone of friendship and truth . How could I ever forget ?"
" ——–said to encourage harmony in relationships ——"
" ——–and help its wearer to be authentic ," she ended on a sigh , of regret or fatigue ?
He paused :"The wearer I knew WAS authentic , genuine … a true friend ." The tone harboured two decades of wonder … of unanswered questions .
The boats left the harbour , no more blue sails flapping in the breeze . Blue had been the colour of significance all those years ago , in another life time . Her thoughts were mirrored in his eyes .
"Do you remember that last dance …" Gershwin's Rhapsody In Blue lingered on the edges of fragmented memory .
No words were needed . Just a simple nod .
" … the blue dress was certainly a hit …"
" … and I was the envy of every man in the place …"
She touched the pendant – almost reverently . The opaque blue gemstone shimmered , knowingly . The flood of a thousand long-forgotten details blotted out the horror of the last conscious memory … the moment of impact when time stood still …
An imperceptible change and the world shifted to a multi-coloured panorama . A red-and-white striped vendor cart parked under a shady spot . A toddler chased her yellow sunhat which tumbled along the side walk . A purple-suited clown hoisted an orange umbrella whilst he battled to hold on to a cluster of red , black and silver balloons , which escaped into the azure sky .
The blue sails diminished into a row of dots on the water .
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