Living Groups

Chapter Sixty One.

(a guest chapter)





Slow summer mornings while the wind tugged at her hair. That was all she could remember of the summer before. The cool breeze lifting sweaty tendrils from her sunburned neck, even catching a few that had wrapped about her throat. Her hazel eyes squinting against the insistent sun.
She couldn't remember the nights with him. She didn't want to, and so they were forgotten. Didn't want to remember nights of thoughtless abandon to desire. Refused to remember nights of pure joy. The pain, the numbing pain that came later blocked all memory of anything but the healing, burning sun.
It was the summer before. The summer before everything. The summer before a new life, away from him, deeper in the sun of the South. The summer before the loneliness. The summer before the pain.
She walked slowly down the stairs, clutching a blue jean bag to her side. She shuffled her feet, wrapped in brown sandals, and thought of him. She didn't know why. She hadn't spoken to him for two months, for two months the pain had numbed her to, protected her from the world. And now, suddenly, walking back from class, she heard his voice in her head, saw his face before her.

"I was thinking about you."
A look.
"I miss you."
A hand on the forearm.
The look continues on.

She cannot speak for a moment. She climbs onto the bus and stares out the window on her way back. He is gone now, but she can feel his touch on her arm and his voice in her ear. She blinks slowly, clearing the fog before her eyes. 'I must have imagined it' she thought as she walked down the steps of the bus. 'It was just wishful thinking. And why would I want him to say that to me anyway?'
Pushing the key into the lock, she slid open the door. As she dropped her bags, she noticed the message light flashing. It flashed red warnings at her in two second intervals. She bent to untie her sandals and sat, arms thrown back, on her bed. She hit the play button, and as she listened she closed her eyes against the bright, insistent sun that glowed through the window.
"I was thinking about you. I miss you."



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Originally Posted 4/2/97
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