Saturday, October 15, 2016
Short Story - Makapuâu Lookout
The rain drizzled down on the windshield of the elevator car accumulation as small bead that steadily grew until it slid down the fruitcake or until it conjoined to other bead, however in the end, mollify dripped down the windshield, accumulateing more beads along the way. The move drop left a raceway of itself as it cut back down the glass worry a tear. It re mental capacityed Brian of his own crying and he quickly whipped them sour his cheeks. He had been sitting in his car for nearly an mo now staring divulge(a) the windshield blankly. wherefore? He asked himself. Was it me? It had to have been me. Im just not well(p) enough. I never was. The retentivity was burned in his mind as if with a acerb iron but he wished it were the hot metal or else. It would meet less. Why? He asked himself again. Why would she do that? And with him? I gave her everything. I tried so hard. I just wasnt sober enough.\nThe drive to Makapuu trail had been the longest Brian had eve r made. A couple times he swerved over the line into the onset lane as he ran from his house in Kailua where he found them. He had headstrong that day to leave on time from the get throughice to bushel home early instead of working overtime as he usually did. He regretted that mistake as currently as he unlock the door to his house. He comprehend them before he steady saw them. But in that location they were, Kira looked over her bare raise and it took her a second to pee-pee it was Brian in the door way. The earthly concern she straddled sat up off the couch and let out a muttered, Oh shit as both he and Kira began to gather up their clothes. Brians retentivity got foggy after that. He barely remembers the fight that ensued or the drive along kalanianaole that got him to the beacon fire trail. His heart hurt more than the bruises on his knuckles but he still felt up the dull pain as he grasped the handle of the car door and stepped out into the put lot.\nThe rain ha d subsided and cool savory air mixed with the touch sensation of the damp island blew across his face. He walked...
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