What Could Have Been (Banana Pancakes Pt 14)

*Through this year I will be writing a longer story called Banana Pancakes. Through this each post will be a short story forming a larger story. 

Troy is driving to the beach as Jess sits, feet hanging out the window with a cool summer breeze hitting them both.

Music plays on the car speakers and Troy pulls down the overhead visor so he can see the road better.

“Come on I’ve told you not to stick your feet out. Road signs, chop, feet gone.” Troy said.

Jess laughed, “Would you still love me with stumps for feet?”

Troy hesitated, “Man I don’t know, do I have to carry you and help you into the bath and stuff. Heck no, I ain’t helping you on the toilet.”

He indicates, slowing the car and pulling towards the glistening ocean before them into a car park space.


The beach is quiet. The sun still shines but is drawing closer to the horizon turning the well lit sky into a orange amalgamation.

The tide now ventures out as Troy and Jess spray water at each other and kick the ocean currents about at the same time.

Jess goes into Troy and he pair fall into the sand with a soft landing. Staring into each other’s eyes they kiss as the horizon blues orange in the background.


Sitting on a blanket, the two are eating a picnic staring out at the orange glow glisten and bounce across the ocean.

“This is the nicest thing we’ve done together.” Jess says finishing off a piece of bread and drinking a small glass of champagne Troy brought along.

“I do like to try but it isn’t over just yet.” Troy says.

He stands and gets Jess to do the same. The pair staring into each other’s eyes and smiling, Troy takes a deep breath.

“Jess, these past few years have been amazing together. You’ve been there when no one else has and supported me all the time. Every time I wake up I think of staying in that spot with you for the rest of my life.”

Troy pulls something out his pocket and gets down on one knee.

“Jess. Will you marry me?”

Jess screams, pulls up Troy and kisses him shouting “YES” over and over again.

Then Troy realised.


He woke up, not on a beach and with Jess nowhere to be seen. He rolls in his bed to find it empty as usual.

He sits up, rubs his eyes and sits back on the bed thinking over what he just dreamed up.

He pulls a picture lying on the floor of himself and Jess, standing on the Empire State Building looking across the New York skyline on the orange horizon.

“If only that wasn’t a dream.” He says, smiling at the picture of Jess.

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