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digital art piece that I'm proud of most
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literature piece that I'm proud of most
Silence of the RainWe knew that if we let someone else take Tim’s car, it would probably be trashed, or sold, turned into something completely new. We didn’t want that to happen.
Tim was on a vacation trip to see his family a few states over. His brother came back from the war and they were having this great big welcome-home party for him.
Tim took a plane.
He shouldn’t have been on that plane. It was only a half hour from landing when a turbulence ruined the flight and the plane came crashing down, killing every passenger and employee.
I must admit, at the time that Tim was around smiling and making my day, I fell in love. I loved the way his eyes lit up whenever he saw me, or my son. I loved the way Tim’s voice curved at the end from his slight southern accent. He got along with my son so well. Tim came over almost every day, taught my son how to throw a baseball, wash the car, mow the lawn. I fell in love with Tim.
I visit his grave every year.
My son is fourteen now. He remembers small things about Tim, but he doesn’t remember much else. He sometimes asks if Tim was is his father, and I laugh and shake my head.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Tim’s death. It’s like the whole world is mourning for him, and I stare out the window of my room, watching the rain pour down and splash off his car. I end up staring for a long time, remembering the time before Tim left to visit his family.
Tim and I hooked up.
I remember the way his lips warmed mine, his hands caused me to shiver as he touched my skin. I remember the way his voice would grow hoarse when he whispered my name, the way his hand curved when he brushed my hair back. Our hands fit perfectly, and I was scared to ever fall in love again.
I open my eyes and realize the rain has stopped. It’s so dark outside except for the single street light over Tim’s car. I get dressed, grab the keys to his car, and go outside.
I stand in front of the car for what feels like hours, when it was only a handful of seconds.
I take a deep breath and step forward, unlocking the door, and I slide into the front seat. It still smells like Tim.
I take another deep breath and turn her on, listening and feeling her growl to life, breaking the silence of the darkness of night.