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ZeraStarloft
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since 2003-01-07
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in a marigold

0 posted 2003-01-17 04:49 PM


Yellow chipped paint, decorated with dangling shutters that would smack against the side of the house when the wind blew and never kept out the snow.  The windows were broken; a story of age, of fights, of just plain bad luck.  Bad luck was the only kind of luck they had, she used to say, as she would sit on the front steps and wait for him to come home from work, sometimes lingering there for three or four hours, until it was dark, when she would climb into bed and wait for the sound of his car to pull up.  

There was a window next to her bed, one of the twelve cracked windows in the front of the house, she never bothered to count the numbers in the back. The only light in the room came from that window, she refused to turn on a lamp.  If it was dark enough in the room for light from a lamp, she figured he should be there, asleep and in bed with her.

She stared out the window, waiting for his junky, rust-covered car to pull up and park in the street, for him to emerge and run up the walk to the house.

And it was there that she rested, that day, in her bed, when there was a knock at her bedroom door.  It wasn't him.  He never knocked.  She would never want him to knock.

"Yeah?" She kept her gaze fixed on the window, waiting for the patterns of light to change.  There was no response, and a moment later she heard a hand lightly grasp the doorknob.

"What?" She rolled over, surrendering her post at the window, looking at the door, the paint chipping off, the wood splintering in places from the times it had been kicked in during the night.

Slowly, it opened and Derrick stepped into the shadows of the room, the only light provided by the moon shining through the window.  From the look on his face, she could see in his eyes that there was something he had to do.  Something he didn't want to do.

He approached her bed and sat down, tucking a strand of her coffee colored hair behind her ear.  In the doorway, Neo stood, tears streaming down her face.

Derrick opened his mouth but no sound escaped it.  She looked on past Derrick, to Neo, who simply shook her head, making no sound as her tears continued to pour down.  

"What is it? Where's Matt? Is it another girl or something?" She questioned them not only with her voice, but with her eyes.  Derrick couldn't stand the pleading looks she was shooting at both him and Neo, and slowly he began to open his mouth again.

*~*

More to come tomorrow, I promise.  

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SPIRIT
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since 2002-12-29
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1 posted 2003-01-18 07:52 PM


Okay, I'll be back for more......

If we traveled backwards, from end to beginning, would the road, I wonder
Be the road we traveled from beginning to end?   ©das



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