I watched him carefuly as we walked through the empty halls. He seemed to be fighting a mental battle in his head, a very intense one, one that seemed, naturaly, to be about letting me take the crystal. He didn't fully trust me I could tell by the way he kept looking at me, like I was about to bolt, but he let me take the crystal, which was odd.
I, to be completly honest, didn't trust him either but I led him through the halls and out the back door. I glanced around nervously. Then, holding my watch (which doubled as a walkie talkie) up to my mouth I said: "I'm around back, be quick." A moment later the blue truck came zooming around the side of the building and came to a very short stop, leaving black skid marks on the hot pavement.
I grab her tightly on the arm and haul her to her feet. Before I bring her to the interrogation chamber I bring her to a changing room and shove an outfit that looks similar to a hospital gown in her arms. "Change," I say "it's protocol." She doesn't respond again... only glares at me. She quickly turns on her heel and walks into the small changing room. I hear the lock click and a minute later she comes out in the navy blue robes with her chocolate brown hair hanging loosely around her shoulders.
I grab her arm again, with my right hand, not trusting her for one moment and open the door with my other hand. The second I open the door she pulls her arm from my hand and breaks off into a fast run down the clean, gray hall. I curse under my breath as I pump my legs hard after her... I've never met a girl quite this persistent.
He had spent his whole life trusting the sea and to be claimed by it in the end, it didn't seem fair.
i had hugged him goodbye before he left, burrying my small face into his large papa shoulder before he grabbed his bags and walked out the door for the last time.
i woke up after a dream a week later in a cold sweat. In my dream my papa had come to our door dressed in raged, torn clothes covered in seaweed and had gently whispered that he was sorry he could not make it home one last time to say goodbye, he would miss us all; he had always been marked by the sea, it had always wanted him for its own.
that night it was broad cast on the radio that his ship was missing and a search and rescue crew had been sent out with no luck.
for a while in my life i have wanted to live in the history of our country, the american revolution but then i think about now and the history i HAVE been a part of.
and you never know... maybe one day i will tell my children that i was a part of a major event in history that they are learning about in school... you never know. i sure hope i can find a way to acomplish this.
i lay there looking out through my window at the full moon, the perfect ball of golden light. i tip-toed to my window and peered outside. the lawn flickered with small lights, dancing through the tall meadow grass.
it was a hot summer night in Vermont. one where you can only get away from the heat if you sleep with an ice pack on your head, three fans, and no clothes. I scrambled to pull on my nightgown in the dark and quietly slip out of the house. once i had successfully closed the screen door without a noise i broke into a run through the tall grass.
the lightning bugs were a flash of light in the blackness as i patted, barefoot through the meadow. i reached the barn on the hill and climbed the ladder to the hayloft.
i sat there the rest of the night. quietly contemplating my future. would i have a farm like this? would i marry?
She stood at the edge of the water, looking out to the vast sea ahead of her. she had never seen such an angry sea before in her life and it frightened her to watch it bubble up and churn in such a way.
He stood at the edge of the prarie, gazing out at the wild, whipping strands of straw that continously had the want to pull loose of the damp, overrulling soil that held their roots in place.
The rain poured down on both children and drove them, frightened into their tiny, dry houses to wait out the overwhelming storm raging just out side their door steps.
They crawled under their quilts and sat by the fire to keep the cold from their bones and hope in their hearts.
And once the raging monster that had just hours ago, ripped the delicate prarie grass from the earth and tore at the silent, gentle sea subsided they crawled from their quilts
We never did what we were told, for why were boundaries made if you never could follow them. If you never could make them, push them or break them.
We were fighters in a way no one had been before. We were used to rules that were made by powerful forces, ones we were told we could never be.
We used our minds, thought of advantages, planed step by step. We used your weaknesses, your shames and slowly we became something better than you, something more powerful. That’s how life was though: small things were made into big ones.
We thought such things were fragile, for if you fumbled once you could break it, ruining a moment forever. We didn’t just think so we knew so.
We would travel many miles only to turn back, but not once did we think it a waste of time,