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Had it been hours or minutes? she wondered as the past
couple of weeks all came crashing down on her shoulders, making them slump under
the emotional weight and confusion.
It had started off well enough -- even with a feel of
normallacy which should have been her first clue all hell was going to break
loose. Her life, she thought wryly to herself, could have never been
classified as normal, no matter who you were.
She looked out over the bay water, the bike on its kick
stand behind her. Being at the bay and watching the water usually had a
tendency of calming her down. She figured it was the water and found
that ironic.
Her profile showed a young woman with more things on her
mind and a 'weight' on her shoulders than most people even twice her age and
then some - but it also showed a surprising strength gained from years of having
to deal with a lot of things, all without taking away from her natural
appearance. There weren't worry lines, there weren't dark circles under
her eyes. There was just the knowledge of something deep within and the
steady acceptance that she didn't have all of the answers and that, no matter
how hard, she would deal with whatever was thrown her way.
Because that was all she could do. The alternative
was giving up and that wasn't even an option.
She closed her eyes as the breeze off of the water gently
lifted small strands of her chestnut colored hair and she drew her knees up to
prop her chin on.
What a day....
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