Missing Sunday

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The lake rippled feverishly and pushed itself in between the clay and the grass. Was it God or just the wind? Mother nature moved her hand across it’s surface and the hairs on my neck stood up. There was a slightly sunken patch of cattails acro...

The lake rippled feverishly and pushed itself in between the clay and the grass. Was it God or just the wind? Mother nature moved her hand across it’s surface and the hairs on my neck stood up. There was a slightly sunken patch of cattails across the way and I could hear a band of crickets playing their music into the night. The gravel road parallel to me followed the edge of our acreage until the darkness swallowed it whole. I stood up and placed my feet into the empty shell of horse’s hooves in the dried up mud until I reached the gravel again. Beneath me crunched rocks and sticks and leaves; the sound was terrifying in the dead of night, but not to me. I wondered if there would be a passerby I couldn’t see or a stray animal I wouldn’t hear, but it didn’t phase me and I walked until I saw the light of my front porch. The wilted tree in the front yard hunched over in agony and barely held onto the tire swing that surrounded my mind with so many childhood memories. The grass was so clean and crisp. I slipped off my shoes and socks and let the dew wet the bottoms of my feet as I squeezed my slightly bigger body into the middle of the tire. I pushed off and lifted my feet; the cool night air guided me back and forth. For once, I forgot where I was, I forgot about what bothered me and I almost forgot you were gone. I listened intently to the coyotes howling in the distance as the wind carried their sadness into my front yard. The wind stopped and started, stopped and started, and finally, stopped. The night was still and the only light was that of the front porch. It hit me then, that you were gone. I could walk inside right now at forty seven minutes past one o’clock in the morning and you wouldn’t scold me. You wouldn’t ask me where I had been, who I was with or what I was doing. I could walk inside with liquor on my breath, and the stench of cigarettes clenched tightly to my shirt and you, you would not ask me why. I missed you every single day, all the time and especially now. When the moon was high, I missed you most. When I walked outside and saw there was no sun, it was then, that I would always miss you most. You are the light of all my life, eternally. Physically speaking, there is so much I need to tell you, hugs I cannot give and kisses that won’t wet my cheek. Spiritually, your soul and mine were the same. It is now that I miss you the most, now that the sun is missing.


Alexandra L. Narron

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