Summer House
Springer Teich
She had a summer house her entire life and she shared it with all five. None of them made her miserable. All of them spelled promise of a future. Somehow she survived all the soul mates who have come and gone.
It was a long time ago when a crane flying high in the sky decided she’d be a perfect vessel for a soul waiting to be born on earth. Those two young kids are in love and it made its descent that day when it happened behind the old pick up truck parked at the summer house.
The child was growing wild and she was too young... One day she handed the kid to him and said she wanted more in life. She kissed the kid goodbye and said she’d be back for him.
She walked into a door that said Harry’s bar and she accepted the job. There he was a handsome man sitting at the bar drinking a beer, a perfect new daddy for her kid. She became friendly toward him and said, “Why don’t you come visit my summer house?” and he did. Two years gone by, she could see it clearly outlining his suitcase, it was time for him to go. He didn’t help her get her kid back after all but he did help her to get a self assured attitude.
She used the self-assured attitude one day wearing her favorite pink dress that landed the job, the man with the airplane and the 350 SL Mercedes and said to him, “Why don’t you come to my summer house?” and he did. Nothing but wild times for eight years as she grew her career and saw her kid every other weekend. Then came the time when she was wedged between love and hate for the man. The wisdom of her soul spoke even though the soul can only suggest, she listened, it was time, he must be a disregarded one.
The water was 30 feet from her and only part of his head was visible. As he came closer on that sailboat it was like seeing Jesus about to walk on water. It so happened his last name was Lord. She could see it all clearly and she waited for his boat at the dock. She followed him a few blocks, he stopped and turned. They smiled and she said, “Want to come to my summer house?” A few years went by, her kid a teen, the man started smashing blue and brown bottles, some filled with booze and others empty. How she learned acceptance of life when it hurts.
Then one day like manna from the sky, in heavy crossed traffic at that Paris Cafe, he walked in believing East is better than West in their chat over a couple glasses of fine wine. It was a natural acceptance that they will marry and he will die on her and she told him so right then and there. She said for him to come to her summer house. He merely shrugged knowing it to be true and went to the summer house. Twenty years, he tasted like rain and that was the magic and the orbs captured in the camera showed it to be true. Together not only from this lifetime, but many lives before. Then one day, she with a sliver mane, her son a middle aged man, off he went to the mountains and left her in the summer house.
She would do it all over again. None of them made her miserable in her summer house.
It was a long time ago when a crane flying high in the sky decided she’d be a perfect vessel for a soul waiting to be born on earth. Those two young kids are in love and it made its descent that day when it happened behind the old pick up truck parked at the summer house.
The child was growing wild and she was too young... One day she handed the kid to him and said she wanted more in life. She kissed the kid goodbye and said she’d be back for him.
She walked into a door that said Harry’s bar and she accepted the job. There he was a handsome man sitting at the bar drinking a beer, a perfect new daddy for her kid. She became friendly toward him and said, “Why don’t you come visit my summer house?” and he did. Two years gone by, she could see it clearly outlining his suitcase, it was time for him to go. He didn’t help her get her kid back after all but he did help her to get a self assured attitude.
She used the self-assured attitude one day wearing her favorite pink dress that landed the job, the man with the airplane and the 350 SL Mercedes and said to him, “Why don’t you come to my summer house?” and he did. Nothing but wild times for eight years as she grew her career and saw her kid every other weekend. Then came the time when she was wedged between love and hate for the man. The wisdom of her soul spoke even though the soul can only suggest, she listened, it was time, he must be a disregarded one.
The water was 30 feet from her and only part of his head was visible. As he came closer on that sailboat it was like seeing Jesus about to walk on water. It so happened his last name was Lord. She could see it all clearly and she waited for his boat at the dock. She followed him a few blocks, he stopped and turned. They smiled and she said, “Want to come to my summer house?” A few years went by, her kid a teen, the man started smashing blue and brown bottles, some filled with booze and others empty. How she learned acceptance of life when it hurts.
Then one day like manna from the sky, in heavy crossed traffic at that Paris Cafe, he walked in believing East is better than West in their chat over a couple glasses of fine wine. It was a natural acceptance that they will marry and he will die on her and she told him so right then and there. She said for him to come to her summer house. He merely shrugged knowing it to be true and went to the summer house. Twenty years, he tasted like rain and that was the magic and the orbs captured in the camera showed it to be true. Together not only from this lifetime, but many lives before. Then one day, she with a sliver mane, her son a middle aged man, off he went to the mountains and left her in the summer house.
She would do it all over again. None of them made her miserable in her summer house.
Springer Teich lives in San Francisco and has had a long life as an entrepreneur. Currently she is the owner of a small BnB in Pacific Heights and active in her community. She decided to explore writing. Her focus is on the soul, afterlife, parallel universes and the unknown realms.
