The last shot - Story
The last shot
The green landscape of the mountain and the sea in the background were the best colors for someone who had accepted to die, "she thought". She made a selfie and sent it to Piero. She turned off her cell phone and remained ecstatic, enjoying the magnificent landscape.
She got on her bike and rode down the mountain to her little house. She felt weak. Not because of the long bike ride but because her health was very poor. She entered her house and with determination went to the kitchen to heat water in the kettle. She made herself a cup of chamomile tea and added half a teaspoon of sugar. She returned to the porch of the house where she had left her bicycle and sat down in a rocking chair.
She drank her tea slowly while looking at the mountain she had climbed. With her last sip, she took a pill and fell asleep with the aromas of the morning air, as she always wanted it to be.
5 weeks earlier
She lived in a downtown apartment. She always loved the bustle of people in the stores during the day and the soothing silence after 4 p.m.
She liked to be diluted in the city. To be part of everything but in anonymity. Her job was to take urban photographs for a local newspaper. The images she captured were given to two journalists for their articles.
She was a totally free artist to do her framing and compositions, except when requested to do a particular job.
At the beginning of the therapies, she continued to work for the newspaper but gradually became weaker. So she applied for a permit to stop working for a while.
Life became routine - from the apartment to the hospital, from the hospital to the apartment. She was in denial about her body. Her refrigerator was a home pharmacy and she barely had any fresh groceries as she had always liked.
One day she smashed her dishes as if to take out all her frustration with every plate she threw on the floor. The neighbors were frightened by the loud noise coming from that apartment and called the fire department.
When they opened the door, with the key she had left with the janitor, the firemen found her sitting on the couch, looking at a landscape photograph between her hands.
The floor was covered with broken glass everywhere. All the neighbors helped clean up the mess and Antonietta apologized for the episode.
She was feeling lonely and was alone. She had moved away from her friends and family, and Piero was not yet back from his research work
After that emotional breakdown, she decided to move to the mountain. She sold her three photographic cameras and all the valuables she had except for her bicycle. She gave up the apartment and bought a train ticket to Guasimilla.
3 months earlier
Piero had been the love of her life but he was a shy man. On the day of the reception, he was out of town. He was doing a special report, at Microbiology Institute, about new advances in stem cell microtechnology for the regeneration of damaged tissue.
Antonietta and Piero spoke several times on the phone that night. Their excitement was undeniable.
Piero would be out of town for several weeks, in different cities, because he was writing his doctoral thesis and wanted to do several interviews.
During that time Antonietta was dedicated to making many urban photographs with a great artistic sense. She was at the peak of her creativity and was preparing an exhibition for an Art Gallery.
The bike rides to the park were inspiring. The fresh air in the middle of the city was motivated to combine colors through the lens of her camera.
On a Thursday morning, she left the newspaper after handing in his usual photographs. She headed to the hospital to get the results of his last medical checkup. On the way back, without opening the yellow envelope, she stopped at a café. She ate a salad with toast and a piece of lemon pie.
Then, on a park bench, she called Piero to check on him. They talked in detail about his progress in the interviews. The date of his return was still vague but only two interviews were left.
The situation of being separated had made Antonietta think about what she wanted to say for a long time. Finally, before hanging up she said -"I love you, you are my great love!"
Piero, moved, hearing Antonietta's tone of sincerity, answered -"I love you more!"
Antonietta was at the peak of her life. She opened the envelope of the medical report and began to read quickly. However, she was paralyzed when she read "malignant cells"/ "vague" life span/ chemotherapy suggested.
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Beautifully written! I feel for your character, Antonietta. If only circumstances were different...
The interesant thing is that it is a fictional story! If we think about it... it could be the beginning of a movie! hahaha
Thanks for your kind comment @iamraincrystal
My pleasure :) Happy Sunday!
A great story. I liked the way you presented it. Well done, Marcy!
Thanks @zeleiracordero for your comment. I've been "stuck" with several stories. I dusted off this story and managed to finish it with the change of narrative structure. Great greetings!