The women lay in her bed. 19 and young but 70 and old. A soul that hurt and a body that was weak. The radio played and the cool air of the evening poured into the room. It was peaceful she thought. She began to tremble. The thoughts rushing back. Sorrow was all that could be felt. A tear fell as she lay. I want to just be free she thought. Pulling her legs to her chest. Then she heard it. The sound that could make everything right. Footsteps approached and the door swung open. A man in his 20’s gazed with a smile. The scar on his face old and worn. He came over and sat. How has it been he asked. Unbearable she replied. Suddenly she rolled and lunged for the man wrapping her self around and pulling close. She could smell the Cologne he wore. The smell of motor oil and coolant. The faint sweet smell of tobacco. She buried her face in his chest and began to weep. I don’t want to go another day. She begged him please no more. He ran his hands through her blonde hair and told her in a deep and solemn voice. Don’t cry for me darlin for The ocean cliff clearing is near and I’ve already taken the plunge. She squeezed her eyes shut and held back the tears but when she opened them he was gone. Alone in the room with nothing but sorrow and the smell of rain.
