I found this in some old files on my computer. I think I wrote it about two or three years ago. Hell I'm bored so I thought I'd just post it and see what anyone thinks...
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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small diner that had had a trailer with him. And, even though I’d had misgivings, I thought maybe he looked worse than he really was. Turns out, I was right.
His name, which he’d told me gruffly when I’d asked about his trailer, and a possible ride, was Jeff. And Jeff certainly liked to talk. Well actually, he told me that he usually didn’t talk this much, but when he’d heard my accent I guess he couldn’t get enough of it.
It’d been quiet for a while, the radio was busted and Jeff needed to watch this particular bit of road, so we settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by my mare in a trailer hooked to the pickup. I insisted on keeping the window open, even though it was blistering hot outside, and Jeff had actually yelled at me saying the temperature could give me a heat stroke. But I had to be able to hear Wicca. I had to be close to her, and she to me. We just were not ourselves without each other.
Wicca snorted in an irritated sort of way, and I giggled. Jeff glanced over at me and grinned, but not in a creepy type way, more of a… well like a dad. Jeff would make a great dad, I could tell I knew what a crappy one was like.
“You and that horse can’t stand to be apart, can ya’ll?” Jeff half asked, half stated the question. He was keeping his eyes on the road not looking at me, but I could tell he was expecting an answer, so I obliged.
“No sir. We sure can’t."
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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small diner that had had a trailer with him. And, even though I’d had misgivings, I thought maybe he looked worse than he really was. Turns out, I was right.
His name, which he’d told me gruffly when I’d asked about his trailer, and a possible ride, was Jeff. And Jeff certainly liked to talk. Well actually, he told me that he usually didn’t talk this much, but when he’d heard my accent I guess he couldn’t get enough of it.
It’d been quiet for a while, the radio was busted and Jeff needed to watch this particular bit of road, so we settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by my mare in a trailer hooked to the pickup. I insisted on keeping the window open, even though it was blistering hot outside, and Jeff had actually yelled at me saying the temperature could give me a heat stroke. But I had to be able to hear Wicca. I had to be close to her, and she to me. We just were not ourselves without each other.
Wicca snorted in an irritated sort of way, and I giggled. Jeff glanced over at me and grinned, but not in a creepy type way, more of a… well like a dad. Jeff would make a great dad, I could tell I knew what a crappy one was like.
“You and that horse can’t stand to be apart, can ya’ll?” Jeff half asked, half stated the question. He was keeping his eyes on the road not looking at me, but I could tell he was expecting an answer, so I obliged.
“No sir. We sure can’t."
To her, memeories are a painful reminder of the past. She has a box full of them. She has an idea. She takes the box full of memories to a field. She opens it and takes out the worst memory of all. It's a picture of them smiling. She gets angry and rips it in half. She takes a lighter and sets the picture on fire. She sets it on the box. All the memeories she kept hidden, go up in flames. She smiles, then leaves. The flames eventually die down. Her memories are completely lost. And she's happy about it.
