That Lonesome Valley

by rhyejess

Nine hundred and eighty nine miles away a valley broke down into tears.

Disclaimer: Characters and story do not belong to me and I make no profit from them.

That Lonesome Valley

With one swift movement, his life came to an end
Not suddenly. It drew itself out,
Pain flashing bright, sounds fading.
The screaming wind, the rustling grass, the hushed sighing of a flowering meadow
The yelling men, then whispering song, then sighing under ministrations
The slamming of car doors
Almost sounding like Ennis had arrived
Almost sounding like chopping wood.
The roar of engines
Was like a screaming storm
Then the gentle rush of mountain stream.
The pain, too, quieted,
To a gentle discomfort,
To the soft white caress of Indian Paintbrush.
At first there was Jack's lonely heart pounding with fear
Then with anguish
And finally not pounding at all.

Nine hundred and eighty nine miles away
A valley broke down into tears.