Crack of Dawn {Cameo and Grim}
Apr 23, 2015 12:20:51 GMT -5
Post by ali on Apr 23, 2015 12:20:51 GMT -5
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Morning breaks and I am there to see it. Sat out on the porch, soaking clothes in a large metal tub as the sun rises over the distant hills in a medley of orange and gold. I pause in my work briefly to watch the sun breach the horizon. I close my eyes as the warm light washes over my skin and I thank Ripred that we have survived another day; we may be well off my 11 standards but I do not take these things for granted.
When I have opened my eyes again, to watch the sun rise higher in the sky, I go back to tending the white fabric thats soaking in the water of bubbles and chemicals. The water is slowly growing cold and I know that soon I will have to go and put another kettle on, or Ava will do it for me. I pause breifly, both my hands dripping with water and holding the fabric in their fingers. Where is that girl?
I look over my shoulder to see if there is any movement from within the house, but the only movement I see is the hand on the old clock that hangs above the stove. The time is drawing closer to 7 o'clock in the morning and Ava is not here. I glance at the stool that is sat, abandoned, beside me where she is supposed to be sat; where she is supposed to be helping me with the chores.
I purse my lips and throw the cloth back into the bath of sudsy water.
"Where is that girl?" I ask myself as I wipe my hands on the apron which hangs around my waist as I gaze around the courtyard in search for my daughter.
As my eyes pass the barn, which sits on top of a small inclined slope, I do a double take. My eyes narrow slightly as I examine the door very carefully; something is out of place. I step off the porch and move slowly towards the barn, only to see that the lock is hanging open instead of closed.
Maia
Dalton
Another conversation with no destination
Another battle, never won
Another battle, never won
Morning breaks and I am there to see it. Sat out on the porch, soaking clothes in a large metal tub as the sun rises over the distant hills in a medley of orange and gold. I pause in my work briefly to watch the sun breach the horizon. I close my eyes as the warm light washes over my skin and I thank Ripred that we have survived another day; we may be well off my 11 standards but I do not take these things for granted.
When I have opened my eyes again, to watch the sun rise higher in the sky, I go back to tending the white fabric thats soaking in the water of bubbles and chemicals. The water is slowly growing cold and I know that soon I will have to go and put another kettle on, or Ava will do it for me. I pause breifly, both my hands dripping with water and holding the fabric in their fingers. Where is that girl?
I look over my shoulder to see if there is any movement from within the house, but the only movement I see is the hand on the old clock that hangs above the stove. The time is drawing closer to 7 o'clock in the morning and Ava is not here. I glance at the stool that is sat, abandoned, beside me where she is supposed to be sat; where she is supposed to be helping me with the chores.
I purse my lips and throw the cloth back into the bath of sudsy water.
"Where is that girl?" I ask myself as I wipe my hands on the apron which hangs around my waist as I gaze around the courtyard in search for my daughter.
As my eyes pass the barn, which sits on top of a small inclined slope, I do a double take. My eyes narrow slightly as I examine the door very carefully; something is out of place. I step off the porch and move slowly towards the barn, only to see that the lock is hanging open instead of closed.
table by ali | tagged: Cameo {RIP Charlie} grim.
