The vase: A short story

This post was first published on Two Drops of Ink in April of 2011. It has remained one of the most read posts on the blog. As a tribute to its success, we are posting it again. Enjoy. 

A woman is like a beautiful vase that must be protect by her man with his very life. Once the vase is cracked or broken, it can be repaired, but it will never be the same.

There once was a man who had a beautiful woman, and yet, he did not understand how precious and fragile her heart could be. She was so strong and in love with him. And he knew she would always be there for him.
At first he spent every day caring for her needs, and he cherished their every moment together; she was the only woman he had ever truly loved.
As time went on this man began to take her love for granted. He forgot how truly precious she was to him.
He was never there on the nights she cried, or when she was lonely and needed his love.
He forgot to take the time to appreciate her gentle care for their home and for his every need.
This beautiful woman loved him so much. She cherished his heart and left him without a want or care.
She was a woman who knew how to love her man. Everything in her being sought to please him and care for him. In life any fire, no matter how strong or high, can become cold and die.
Love is just like a burning fire which has flames that rise higher, become stronger, and the heat of those flames increases as fuel is added to the fire; the hotter the flames the more it burns its fuel; If no fuel is added to the fire it will soon burn out and turn to ash.
If a man continues to take from the one he loves but never gives, he is letting the fuel that the fire so desperately needs burn down. He is letting his lover`s heart grow cold and the love she once had begins to die out.
One day the man came home and his love was not there. He called her name and searched the house but she was gone. At first he was angry that she dared to worry him so; he wondered how she could be so cold as to leave without a care!
He walked to their bedroom and saw it was empty, she was gone…
On the other side of the room was a night stand with a vase which he had once brought to her full of flowers. The vase had fallen and was broken in half. He had glued the vase back for her because she loved it so much.
For a moment all he could do was stare at the vase, his mind reeled with thoughts, memories began to return.
He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down with his hands upon his checks in despair…
His memory went back to a summer day where he sat on the front porch at home with his mother…
“Son, some day you will find a beautiful woman to love and cherish”
“A woman is like a vase my son, a precious vase that you must protect with your life”
“Do not let her heart crack, or get broken, or it will never be the same”

S.W. Biddulph

Scott Biddulph is a published writer, author, and poet from North Georgia. He began writing as a youngster and followed his lifelong dream of reaching people through the written word when he returned to The University of North Georgia in 2013 to finish earning his BA/English with a concentration on publication and creative writing. His publications include the following: an eBook, Apples of Gold: A collection of inspirational short stories and poems (Smashwords, 2010) and a paperback, Voices from the Heart, (Createspace, 2012). His poetry is published in Papers and Publications Undergraduate Research Journal. Vol 3 (2014) and the award-winning Chestatee Review (Spring, 2015), among other places (Check his LinkedIn profile for a full list of his publications). He is currently working on publishing poetry, creative non-fiction, academic essays, and his memoir. ******** Scott has also worked as an intern editor for the University of North Georgia Press. As a freelance editor, he has done the layout and design of several books and magazines. He is currently working with several authors on various publication projects in which he is either ghostwriting, editing manuscripts, or doing the layout and design of their books. ******** Finally, and most importantly, he is a father, grandfather, husband, and dedicated Harley Davidson rider. He and his family enjoy the beauty of the North Georgia Mountains where they live—especially their screened in back porch where they love to bird watch. ******** ~ "I love realism. I love writing about the raw, down-to-Earth, heartfelt realities of life. I love to write in a way that reaches into the human soul—to take the greatest pains and struggles in life, and make them a blessing to others. Fantasy is a wonderful, interesting thing—but real-life situations, feelings, fears, and dreams are an unexplored ocean of stories that need to be told." ~ ~Scott Biddulph~

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