Saturday, December 10, 2011

Random Writing: Kai


This short snippet of a story came to me two nights ago.  Don't know whether it will go anywhere or not.

Kai
The soft patter of rain sprinkles across the roof.  Everyone else is fast asleep but I stay awake on the verandah and listen to the rain.

It's peaceful.  One of the most quiet moments I've had in a little while.  I don't like to complain though.  Keeping busy means less time thinking about the things I'd rather forget.  But it also means missing out on the things I've left behind that I want to remember too.  It's funny like that.  I can either remember the good and the bad, or stay busy and stick to the 'here and now' but I can't have both.
Lights flick on in the house over the road.  I can just make out the silhouette of a man wander into view.  I contemplate whether to go inside, but the light clicks off a minute later so I stay where I am.
Thoughts of the last time I had seen Embry drift to the surface.  I try to push them away but it seems I'm losing the battle.
"Why can't you just talk to me?"  Three weeks ago.  Fig Jam Cafe.  She wore a pretty blue dress with thin straps.  Her sandy hair hung loose.  She would have been beautiful any other day, but that day's discussion showed her ugly side.  The side no one else saw but me.  I remembered just sitting there not sure what to say.  Or more to the point, where I should have began.  I'd bottled things up for so long that most people expected my silence.  Not her.  Embry was forever trying to coax me out of my shell.  I guess my inner conversation about where to start did take too long.
"Ugh.  I can't do this anymore.  You're just too damn hard.  You're just a bloody enigma, Kai."  She picked her purse up and stormed out of the cafe.
I wanted to tell her that I'd try more, that I'd share something with her, if only she'd given me a chance.  But too late now.  Like so many other things that left my life.  Nothing stayed.
Enigma: 1. Something that baffles understanding and cannot be explained. 2. A difficult problem.  See Example: - Kai.  I'm sure there was even a picture of my face next to that description.
It's funny.  Enigma was my word of the day when she left.  But I was pretty sure I was meant to use it not her.
It reads 12:05am on the clock.  The rain's stopped and it leaves that damp fresh smell in the air I love.  I rub my hands up my bare arms and feel the goosebumps appear from the chill that has clung in the air.  I should go to bed.  I need to.  But the thought of tomorrow coming quicker bothers me.  I don't know if I will be able to say goodbye to this place.  Maybe I'll change my mind, but I doubt it.  The road is calling me again.
Kai ©Melissa Freeman 2011

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