Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2008 21:08:23 GMT -8
this was a short story I wrote a while back that will soon be converted into part of a novel
Rogue:
Rogue:
She walked into the cafe, soaked to the bone from the rain. The waitress, upon seeing her,frowned with concern. "Are you all right?"
She nodded.
"Do you live around here?"
She only shrugged and sat down. She would answer no questions today. She merely pointed at the menu to let the waitress know what she wanted.
After a hot cup of coffee and a burger,she putsome money down, not bothering to stay for her change.She walked back out; the rain had let up. She went to the nearest truck driver and held up a sign that read "Detroit, please."
The trucker grinned. "You're in luck, darlin. That's just where I'm headed."
She gave a polite smile, and there was no need to thank him; he saw it in her eyes.
She slept the whole way, and woke up in Detroit. It was near midnight, so the trucker asked "Do you have a place to stay?"
She merely nodded and walked away. She walked a couple of miles and came to a local inn. She stepped inside and walked to the desk.
The clerk grinned when she saw her."You're back."
She nodded slowly. There was no need to tell her she was only staying until tomorrow, she would find out sooner or later. She held up yet another sign, this one read "I need a room, please."
"Of course. It's on us, too. We have missed you."
She nodded and took the room key.
She stepped inside and layed down. There was no need to set the alarm, she knew she would wake in time.
And she did. Eight am, right on schedual.she made sure to leave the key inside as she waslked to the funeral home, just in time for the ceremony.
She stood in the back and listened to the speakers. They went on abouthow the couple that died were such good people, and would be sorely missed by everyone.
One of the attendants noticed her and asked, "Would you like to say a few words?"
She shook her head no. There was no need for her to speak,that job was already being done by several others.
She followed at a distance to the graveyard, and as they lowered the coffins, she heard whispers of pity; pity she did not need and could not use.
She waited until everyone else had left, then she got down on her knees between the headstones. A tear was shed from each eye; a tear for each coffin. She sat there staring until she heard a honk, and it was time to go. She placed a white rose between
the two and whispered, "Goodbye."
She stood up, and got in the car. The driver asked "Are you sure you're ready?"
She gave him an endearing smile and nodded.
They drove off in the distance.