Friday, September 22, 2006
New Beginning 122
Sometimes, when it was sticky hot and you couldn’t sleep, you woke me up in the middle of the night and we snuck out and walked to the beach. Or if you weren’t in the mood, we walked through the woods and talked until the sun came up.
That night, the night you told me, the last night we snuck out, we climbed out my bedroom window and down the apple tree with our beach towels on our shoulders like we’d done every summer since you were ten.
You had a small backpack slung across your shoulder that you kept hiking up as you climbed to the ground. When we hit bottom, we crawled beneath Mom and Dad’s bedroom window, you first because you always went first, and then we ran for the far side of the property. We had to muffle our laughs as we stood up and ran like bats out of hell to the street. At the next corner, we turned onto the trail on the left that led through the field to old man Garton’s driveway. It was one of those warm and humid nights, the kind that you hated. You always complained about the humidity. But that night you didn’t mention it.
We both knew we shouldn't be on old man Garton's property, but after you told me, told me what he'd done to you, I didn't care. It was as if we were in our own private world. Just you and me.
I didn't know then that it would be the last time I ever saw you. I didn't know that you would say good-bye and leave me forever, didn't know you would abandon me right after we'd killed old man Garton and you'd stuffed his head into your backpack and handed it to me. Hell . . . I didn't even know you weren't real.
Opening: Judy Gregerson.....Continuation: Kate Thornton/EE
Posted by Evil Editor at 9:30 AM