Brie watched from the rooftops, and the sun died slowly. Her ciggarette dissappeared in the half-light that made everything blend--the lights were darker, the darkness dimly glowing. There was a woman walking, and she was a free person. She could tell.
The woman walked to the Tavern.
I was enthralled. The lights from the city were spread out, and I could almost have applied the "patient etherized on a table" to that sky. I watched; and waited.
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She turned smiling a full giggling smile into her room, the time with Jason had reduced her to an excited teenager who had just receied her first kiss. As she half-ran half-skipped into her room, she laughed out loud for the first time in almost three weeks. She threw open her drawer and grabbed her journal. Alana heard a loud engine rev and looked out her window. There he sat on his motorcycle looking like a modern day prince in shining armor. She curled up in her favorite chair and wrote in her journal feverishly for nearly an hour. Her elegant scrawl flowed across the page unveiling every though that screamed into her conscious. Alana closed the journal with a half smile and waltzed into her kitchen to fix herself some lunch. She made a simple roast beef and cheese sandwich with a small vinegerette salad. She threw her jacket on and went outside, the sky seemed more ocean like than it ever head, the grass was greener, and the town looked better. She had a sudden inclination to clean the town and make it look beautiful like the old man, she thought his name was Barnaby or something, in the house next door used say it was. He had apparently owned some huge thing in the town and it was suppossedly a stunning and highly-desired place, but it had turned into a decrepit dusty cheap place. She walked down the sidewalk and all around the town, noticing the new Roots shop and the Rare Bookstore, neither of which she had ever been in. Alana opened the door to the Rare Bookstore and peeked in. The dust-covered book lined the walls and sat in piles on the floor. she tip-toed around the piles occasionally seeing things that sparked her interest. Alana spent her afternoon gazing at different books and basking in the sun. She curled up in the sun on the floor of the boostore and read the dairy of a young girl from the late 1800's. Her tale of never finding love saddened Alana, but did not erase her smile. As Alana returned to her apartment she looked up and saw the silouette framed by the sinking sun; it looked like an angel. She took it as a sign that what she was feeling was right. Allah was with her after all.
you are the very end of that post by the way in case you didn't figure that out... well i guess you wouldn't have been anyone else that would be a little weird eh?
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