#thread: past

[historiesrepeating-blog]

all we were ;

       A yellow Nissan rolls to a leisurely stop on the sidewalk, just in front of Sandra Lyn's School of Dance. It idles for only a few minutes--just enough time for the driver to find a suitable station and crank it accordingly--before the dance studio's purple door swings open.

       The Nissan's passenger window descends, and Madeline shifts her sunglasses from her nose to the top of her head as she cranes her neck to shout a greeting.

                                                                                            "Heather!"

       She hadn't been expecting her; mostly because Maddie told her she had a shift at the animal shelter that morning. Which had been true-- at the time. Then her grandma reminded her about her grandfather's appointment at the family doctor's, which she had the responsibility of driving him to.

         The shelter let her off the shift (for all she feels guilty skipping) and now, post-appointment, she has a good bit of time on her hands before she has to go back home, mock up index cards for a history quiz on Friday. Perfect time to surprise her favorite freshman, right?

                                             ( When life gives you lemons.... )

       Her smile grows to a full-out grin as she lifts a hand from the steering wheel to wave a beckoning hand. "Strawberry smoothies, my treat?"

[myratyce]

Past || Myra & [Open]

          Reflecting on one's past was a dangerous business. It was a past time full of rose-tinted memories and nostalgia staining the truth. Myra knew better, knew she must know better or she would be quite foolish. Yet sometimes she played that fool. A fool who clung to the simplicity of what life had been for the unknowing. A beautiful world where fighting was not and worries were few. But she'd learned young that wasn't the truth, learned to hide behind pretty words and her truly warm heart. She was not hated by many to this day, was free to wander among the woods and flowers about Queensgarden yet quarrel with her brothers and love them the same. She adored her sister and treated her in kind.

          But in the dead of night, she found herself thinking on what this world could have been. Should have been. It was a rare thought, one she hated entertaining but knew not how to banish. And after sitting up among her linens she might find herself needing to tie on a dressing gown, retrieve a candle, and wander among the halls. Often she was left alone to do so. Not many souls joined her worrying one and even those that did rarely crossed her path or said hello.

          Though on such a night as this, when that rare soul faced her and acknowledged her, she smiled, nodded even, before facing back to the window, reflecting on a moonlit courtyard and the swimming in her head. Perhaps they would speak. Perhaps they would not. She knew not. But maybe it was time she stopped letting her mind roam alone in the dark.