"Short Shot at Freedom"
Posted by
Casper
My head aches with the reflection of these stars, I spend too much
time outside in the cool night air. Admiring these beautiful
sparkling diamonds, alwasy wishing and wanting they were the
sparkling eyes of a woman that saw the reflection in mine.
She came one night, her presence across the street sitting on the
porch. Screen keeping her safe from the outside, its as if nobody
could see her, or maybe felt as if they didn't have too. She was
quiet, and she always seemed busy with her writings. I also sat on
the steps though, as she did wishing that someone would talk to me. I
noticed her eyes peering around tree limbs to catch the gossip of the
lonely neighborhood. Other individuals on the block often thought she
was a "tard", a little nickname they made up so they didn't have to
sin to a strict God and include the re-.
I simply smiled one day and she exchanged it with this crooked grin
like she wanted to bite her nails she was so nervous. I slowly took
count of the flowers in my garden and made my way to the steps.
Whisper softly the wind made strange noises like a friend finally
found me and was running from the end of the street. I turned for
some reason, like I expected people to be standing there ready to
talk about the usuals. A smile and chin lifted as if to look
satisfied or eager to entertain. She stod there though, a thin, long
sundress with yellow flowers painted on it. Almost like watercolor
bleeding into the flowers and leaves below. I loved it, and wanted it
badly. We sat on my steps and exchanged stories, she had lived enough
adventures to complete four lives. Her simple existence on the porch
did shame to the life she had loved. She wanted nothing now more then
to peasfully love the world and too record evrything that made her
happy. She came over often after that, and we had a passive love for
each other. Felt as though anything more would complicate life our
simple touches just drifted.
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