Just something I needed to get out of my system- enjoy- please review.
Quotes from 'The Winter of Our Discontent' by John Steinbeck
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A Fire Called Conscience
The smell of Marlboro burning out surrounded her, as she sat in the dark corner of the parking lot, the cigarette restlessly waiting between her fingers. She took a drag watching as the smoke swirled in the humid air, lingering like a companion. Lights danced with the pavement moving with ease as the atmosphere refused to still the night continuing on a weary path.
Her heart fluttered unevenly against her ribcage filling her ears with a thunderous sound as traffic melted away - the symphony of discontent.
A bitter taste formed in her mouth as her thoughts refused to slow down rushing like impulses on summer nights. Her head clouded like a storm waiting to break as she nervously cast her eye across the sea of expectations that presented themselves before her. With a heavy sigh she fished out another cigarette glancing at the carton with a disapproving glance as if it would respond.
With the noise of a flicker fresh smoke filled her air smothering her senses in a calming effect she claimed she had not become addicted to.
However it was not calming she needed- it was an escape- it was the feeling of freedom she sought. It was as if her skin was not her own, her reflection was that of a stranger as she requested answers from powers that refused to tell. Her body never in sync with the mind seemed to wander across the boundaries she had drawn.
Footsteps approached her and each resounding note caused by their beat against the ground only seemed to weigh up on her heart more. She glanced up at him with cautious eyes before returning her focus to the distance the cigarette once again at her lips as a comfort.
He sat beside her without a word, his eyes studying her exhausted form as she crumpled against the frame of the bench. The defiance he had once seen in her gone, the spark that lit her dark eyes with something he envied just ashes in comparison to the stars above them in the inky black skies.
"Tell me does it get easier?" Her question seemed to be empty, devoid of any commitment; she had no interest in the answer.
He carefully considered his words not wanting to break the barricades she had built around her heart- for that was not his duty. The silence clung to the air like a distressed child, the uneasiness unmask-able as they refused to meet each other's eyes.
"It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone." He quoted his voice soothing her aching veins as the blood crept along seeking a break. Her dark eyes turned on him and honesty was forced from his lips in a way he had never expected. "It does not"
She stood- a wounded heart- casting her eyes over the man beside her she quoted the very book on their minds. And with that one line she embraced the night, it was one last exhausted strike against existence.
"To be alive at all is to have scars."
The End
