Faeryn leaned back casually in the old bar chair and closed her eyes. The late afternoon sunlight shone in harshly from the unscreened windows and lit up the dust she had kicked up with her boots. She shut her eyes harder against the intruding sunlight. She was trying to draw up an image of him in her mind. It wasn't hard, not here.
She started from the floor, his dirty work boots. Clomping heavily on the floor, perfect for him, perfect for walking, riding, kicking ass. His dusty jeans were next, they might have started out dark but now theywere faded, with holes in the knees and pockets. His dark tanned muscular chest was next, either in a faded and ripped t-shirt or a tucked in plaid work shirt. His rough scratchy beard and tanned face, from hard outside work. His deep green eyes, his dark hair.She could see him exactly as he was, with that smile on his lips that spelled out danger, and love all at once. But she had come to the conclusion by then that all love was at least a little dangerous.Faeryn shuddered a little in the bright, dusty room. She opened up her eyes and sat there staring blankly into the dust.
She knew she should move but she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave from that spot if she didn't have to. She could sit there forever if survival would allow, but unfortunately she had the advantage of distance over the group of travelers she had seen a while back. She knew they were coming this way, but she didn't know who they were or what their intentions were, and in that situation it was better to never find out.
She could practically feel his rough hand on her face. Feel his hand on hers as he handed over a beer. She could feel his hand on her hip.She could smell him, whiskey and wood and dust. A smell all its own.A smell that would be familiar to her no matter how many years past. His smell.She knew that if she had the chance she would never have left without him. Although at that time it had just been the right thing to do. She would give almost anything to go back and take him with her.
Never stay though. She sighed deeply in the lonely room, suddenly filling it with sound. In the sunlight she could see the dust rush in toward her mouth and then flutter sharply away. She knew she had to move. She got up and began the mandatory look around. Looking for supplies, rations, ammo, anything that she could find that would be useful.
At the end of her search she had managed to find a whole store roomof canned goods and she filled her back pack with them, she hated to leave anything behind for the group behind her, but she had no choice. She found a well out back and was able to fill up all of her water bottles. She found some first aid stuff, bandages and gauze and stuff. Probably none of it sterile, but still handy nonetheless.
Much to Faeryn's surprise she also found a hunting knife and some ammo for her 6 shooter. It was in the hidden compartment behind the bar that He had hidden there. It disheartened her deeply that he would have left it there. But she didn't have very much time left to reminisce. It was time to walk.
She walked out through the batwing doors, leaving her past behind her in the dusty bar. She started up the empty dirt road toward the edge of town, knowing full well she would find another distraction before long. There was bound to be many here, in a place where she had so many memories. Faeryn never expected that she would be back this way, but here she was. It almost felt as though she were onan alien planet compared to The Valley when she was growing up. It was a completely different place. Empty and alone. Sort of like her.
As she walked quietly through the town square she could feel her memories rushing back, as dusty as the street under her boots. Theywere there, all lined up neatly in her mind. She stopped for a moment,brushing her mental dust away. Flashbacks of her past, before she ran away, before things changed all over again.
She had an image of her and her best friend Dusty-Rae at the harvestfair when they were 12 or so, dancing nimbly through the crowd. She could remember them giggling together over some boy or another behind the oak tree in the field. She got in trouble that night for dirtying her dress.
Another image from when she was 16. The day she met Ryder. When he came to town on what her father had called a "motor bicycle". How they had shunned him! She couldn't take her eyes or thoughts from him. Or the first time he let her ride behind him on it. It had beenexhilarating!Faeryn stepped back from her memories and quickly gathered herself together.
Like all her memories were nothing, she began walking again. This time she didn't stop. Not when she passed Dusty's house, or Ryder's, although she had to fight to not run right into his and curl up in his rotting bed. But, when she came upon her old home, she couldn't help herself. It was like a magnet to her.
She drifted helplessly toward her past.
"To be continued!"
She started from the floor, his dirty work boots. Clomping heavily on the floor, perfect for him, perfect for walking, riding, kicking ass. His dusty jeans were next, they might have started out dark but now theywere faded, with holes in the knees and pockets. His dark tanned muscular chest was next, either in a faded and ripped t-shirt or a tucked in plaid work shirt. His rough scratchy beard and tanned face, from hard outside work. His deep green eyes, his dark hair.She could see him exactly as he was, with that smile on his lips that spelled out danger, and love all at once. But she had come to the conclusion by then that all love was at least a little dangerous.Faeryn shuddered a little in the bright, dusty room. She opened up her eyes and sat there staring blankly into the dust.
She knew she should move but she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave from that spot if she didn't have to. She could sit there forever if survival would allow, but unfortunately she had the advantage of distance over the group of travelers she had seen a while back. She knew they were coming this way, but she didn't know who they were or what their intentions were, and in that situation it was better to never find out.
She could practically feel his rough hand on her face. Feel his hand on hers as he handed over a beer. She could feel his hand on her hip.She could smell him, whiskey and wood and dust. A smell all its own.A smell that would be familiar to her no matter how many years past. His smell.She knew that if she had the chance she would never have left without him. Although at that time it had just been the right thing to do. She would give almost anything to go back and take him with her.
Never stay though. She sighed deeply in the lonely room, suddenly filling it with sound. In the sunlight she could see the dust rush in toward her mouth and then flutter sharply away. She knew she had to move. She got up and began the mandatory look around. Looking for supplies, rations, ammo, anything that she could find that would be useful.
At the end of her search she had managed to find a whole store roomof canned goods and she filled her back pack with them, she hated to leave anything behind for the group behind her, but she had no choice. She found a well out back and was able to fill up all of her water bottles. She found some first aid stuff, bandages and gauze and stuff. Probably none of it sterile, but still handy nonetheless.
Much to Faeryn's surprise she also found a hunting knife and some ammo for her 6 shooter. It was in the hidden compartment behind the bar that He had hidden there. It disheartened her deeply that he would have left it there. But she didn't have very much time left to reminisce. It was time to walk.
She walked out through the batwing doors, leaving her past behind her in the dusty bar. She started up the empty dirt road toward the edge of town, knowing full well she would find another distraction before long. There was bound to be many here, in a place where she had so many memories. Faeryn never expected that she would be back this way, but here she was. It almost felt as though she were onan alien planet compared to The Valley when she was growing up. It was a completely different place. Empty and alone. Sort of like her.
As she walked quietly through the town square she could feel her memories rushing back, as dusty as the street under her boots. Theywere there, all lined up neatly in her mind. She stopped for a moment,brushing her mental dust away. Flashbacks of her past, before she ran away, before things changed all over again.
She had an image of her and her best friend Dusty-Rae at the harvestfair when they were 12 or so, dancing nimbly through the crowd. She could remember them giggling together over some boy or another behind the oak tree in the field. She got in trouble that night for dirtying her dress.
Another image from when she was 16. The day she met Ryder. When he came to town on what her father had called a "motor bicycle". How they had shunned him! She couldn't take her eyes or thoughts from him. Or the first time he let her ride behind him on it. It had beenexhilarating!Faeryn stepped back from her memories and quickly gathered herself together.
Like all her memories were nothing, she began walking again. This time she didn't stop. Not when she passed Dusty's house, or Ryder's, although she had to fight to not run right into his and curl up in his rotting bed. But, when she came upon her old home, she couldn't help herself. It was like a magnet to her.
She drifted helplessly toward her past.
"To be continued!"
Wao.....waiting for the bext chapter...welldone
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