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A world of my own would be filled with great books, magazines, movies, plenty of time off, and a motorcycle for contemplation, introspection, and exhiliration! Ahh…one can dream!

In making a movie, the scenery is essential. No matter the plot, the background or scenery is what gives the characters beauty. Dark wood that surround my town are sinister enough for a Poe novel. No matter if it’s day or twilight, the chills the naked trees bring are unforgettable. Shadows are cast while our own cast make way into the scene, a campfire made by the brave survivors of the war. A fire pit was made easily, the experts doing the techniques that would make a scout swoon from it’s perfection. Gathering the supplies for the fire, the sky grew darker while few of the locals, including me, told ravishing stories about the place. As the fire, born bright, cast shadows upon the few surrounding the campsite, the camera was rolling, it’s lens to the side, showing another kind of shadow that stood among the trees.

”Hey, c’mere a sec” her father yells down the steps. She cringes and, not wanting to make him wait, crawls out of her bed and peeks around the corner of the room, looking up at her father’s smiling face, at the pole he’s holding in his hands. She knows exactly what this is about. She had heard the whispers from the night before, the conversation between this man and her sister not even a few minutes ago. All she could do now was accept it. Her father held out the pole ”Do you know what this is?”
”A pole?” She answers quietly.
”Yes, and do you know what poles are used for?”
She knew exactly what poles were used for, but she answered slowly, ”poking things?”
”Yes, what else?”
”Hitting…children?”
”Oh,” he laughed,”Yeah, that’s a good one. Now listen, I’ve been talking to your step mom, and when she comes home today, the three of us and your sister need to have a… conversation.”
A conversation… that’s the word for it. By conversation he simply meant a guilt trip and then a punishment. She knew what he meant by conversation, and she wanted to scream back, to protest because she had done nothing wrong, but instead she simply nodded, and watched as he turned, pole in hand, to go back into the living room and wait until the inevitable conversation.