Post by Katharine Stewart on Aug 3, 2010 17:51:22 GMT -5
Allegra walked down the slight decline of the hill that lead down the the shore, the rocks, and the lighthouse. She smiled, relishing the feel of the cool breeze pushing her hair out of her face, and the sweetly familiar smell of the ocean. It had been a rough day. Her dad had called, he was in San Francisco. Said he wanted to see her. He expected that she would let him just waltz back in to her life. After ten years, now that all the parenting was done. The only thing that had even made her consider going to see him was her little brother, Devon. She hadn't seen him since he was five. How old must he be now? 11? 12? It was insane.
Shortly after hanging up, she'd decided she needed time to clear her head. She needed fresh air, the lighthouse seemed the best choice. She'd hoped that maybe she'd find someone to talk to, but as she reached the bottom of the hill and scanned the beach she realized she was alone. She sighed, plopping herself to the ground, adjusting her skirt to cover herself. Maybe, she thought to herself, someone will show up later. And save me from having to think about real life. She sighed again, even more heavily this time, and stretched back to lay on the sand.
Shortly after hanging up, she'd decided she needed time to clear her head. She needed fresh air, the lighthouse seemed the best choice. She'd hoped that maybe she'd find someone to talk to, but as she reached the bottom of the hill and scanned the beach she realized she was alone. She sighed, plopping herself to the ground, adjusting her skirt to cover herself. Maybe, she thought to herself, someone will show up later. And save me from having to think about real life. She sighed again, even more heavily this time, and stretched back to lay on the sand.