October 17, 2009

• Moving On (SH 15)

  Melanie sat cross legged on her bed. She still hadn’t quite woken up. From this vantage point, she could gaze out the window and sleepily watch the wind gently swing the old tire swing in the backyard. It was gray again that day. Snowy. Cold. It was the kind of day where you wake up, realize that there is nothing better to do, so you chop away at the day with fits of boredom and not much else. You move slow and the day stretches out before you as far as you can see. Melanie took a sip of tomato juice recalling when she was able to play on the tire swing. She could swing for hours watching her mother’s tiger lilies blow in the breeze. Eventually she grew up and at the ripe old age of 15 found it beneath her to even sit in the tire swing any more. Her mother had gone back to work full time a few years prior and now had no time to plant her field of tiger lilies. Time changes us all. Now that was the Bible truth if there ever was one. The lava lamp on her bedside table made the room glow with greenish shades. Melanie glanced over at the amoeba like shapes floating up into the water. It was going to be another long day.

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