kristenwrites
Left, left, right, right, another left... I was left behind, struggling to follow the vague directions left by my smart phone wielding companions. No map in my glove box, and no app on my phone. We were traversing signal-less territory, and I was completely lost. Their cars had left trails of dust hours before, and I had been relying on a simple list of directions. But one too many lefts, and I was left behind.
His eyes smiled, but his mouth didn't. I could tell that his carefully sculpted charade of emotionless neutrality was slipping, but he was trying his damnedest not to let me see. I gave myself an inner pat on the back, knowing that I was slowly breaking him down. I loved that boy, and I was slowly but surely making him love me back.
Everything would go to plan. It would be the perfect night, a trip out of town and a weekend of adventure. Of course, that was when the weather was nice. And then that stupid cold snap hit, and everything froze overnight, and we were stuck. Just the two of us, stuck on the side of the road in an idling car with icicles hanging from the grill.
The seas were rough, and I stumbled back and forth as waves battered the boat. It was just a little speedboat, supposed to be a casual fishing trip, a little distance from shore for a little privacy and maybe some better bites. But as icy water splashed over the edges, I knew that our innocent little trip out had now become a struggle for survival.
He came bounding back, trying to get his legs over the tall grass as he lept and ran, the grass tickling his paws and his belly, perturbing his one goal: getting the ball back to the lady. If he got it back, she would throw it again, and he could chase it again, through the tickling grass and laughing sunshine.
Her presence was impossible to ignore, and I found myself captivated by the unlikely creature. She was no woman of great beauty, or even a confident and enrapturing speaker, but as she stood at the base of the court house steps, desperately pleading for awareness of some obscure cause, I couldn't help but be drawn in by a subliminal power that emanated from her, a purpose.
Digging deep into the heart of things is the base of what I do. Every aspect of every part of life needs to be understood in order to be portrayed with the heart breaking, or making, clarity that people so desire. Delve into the world with me, and see everything in a new light.
I sat in the café with mindless calm. It was the one place that I could be myself, the one place I could express myself. As every moment passed, more words hit the page, and I could breath again. Writing, I was free. Free from the stress of every day life, of everyone who didn't understand. Freedom on the page, the purest kind.
There is no way to describe a cat fight except with the word calamity. Broken claws lay in the dust on the ground. Their blood makes mud. Two felines sit, hissing at each other from a distance. They lick their wounds, each one declaring itself the winner.
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