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LJ Idol - Week 28 - Home Game

She stood at the edge of the cliff, squinting her eyes into the orange of the sunset. When orange faded to purple, She sat down, crossing her legs underneath her. She closed her eyes and inhaled.

The sweet staleness of the sand, dirt and grime filled her nostrils and lungs. She let the fragrance of the sturdy brush roll past the back of her tongue, down her throat, into her lungs, coating, caressing, filling.

She heard the crunch of tiny sand particles underneath a pair of boots.

“It’s a gorgeous sunset, darlin’.”

She opened her eyes and looked straight ahead.

I know.

“Just like every night, eh?”

Isn’t that the way it works?

A chuckle. “Heh. Yup, I ‘speck you’re right.

“Listen, why are you out here?”

You know why.

“Oh, I know why you think you come out here. But why are you out here?”

Don’t make me say it.

“I’m not here to make you do one thing or another. I’m just here to enjoy –“

The sunset.

“The view.”

For a while, the only sound was the wind as it whipped about. It whined down the gorge, plumbing the depths. Finally, she inhaled.

I come out here for you.

“For me? Why me?”

So you’ll talk to me. So you’ll remember me. So… so I’ll remember you.

“Shucks, sweetheart. You ain’t got to worry about that.”

But I do! Sometimes, I can’t remember your face, your smell, your old beat up Chevy… it hurts so much, y’know?

A tear stains her cheek.

“Sweetheart, I have forever to remember you. I have forever to watch you, to look out for you. That’s what I’m supposed to do.”

But –

“No buts, darlin’. Look here. It’s the nature of us folks. We come, we go. We live, we move on. It’s about as certain as the grains of sand in an hourglass, the salt in the earth. Tiny and insignificant, but greatly important to the whole.”

But, Daddy…

The wind violently whipped up suddenly. Her hair flew back, and she opened her eyes. The sky was a dark, royal purple and the distant stars began to twinkle. She wiped the tear from her face and stood up. She brushed the dirt from her khakis and walked back to the road. She stopped at the small white cross before getting into her Jeep and touched it.

As she climbed in, she looked back over her shoulder. A small mound of white, salty sand slowly disintegrated in the wind, grain by grain floating in the distance.

Took me awhile to come back around, but I did!

Fellow Home Gamers: http://community.livejournal.com/therealljidol/347782.html
Current Contestants: http://community.livejournal.com/therealljidol/346095.html



( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 3rd, 2010 11:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, this brought me to tears. Beautifully done.
Jun. 9th, 2010 09:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Jun. 4th, 2010 08:17 pm (UTC)
This has me in tears, too. Partly because of losing my own father as a child, but mostly because it was just beautiful. My favorite thing of yours I've read.
Jun. 9th, 2010 09:39 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry for your loss. Thanks for reading.
Jun. 5th, 2010 09:53 am (UTC)
This is just so beautifully written.
Jun. 9th, 2010 09:39 pm (UTC)
Jun. 6th, 2010 03:28 am (UTC)
Very sad. Well written!
Jun. 9th, 2010 09:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you kindly. :)
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