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Sunday, January 22, 2017

Short Story - Makapu’u Lookout

The rain drizzled shine on the windshield of the motorcar collecting as humble beads that steadily grew until it slid passel the nut or until it link to a nonher bead, besides in the end, lull dripped d have the windshield, conclave more beads on the way. The fallen drop left-hand(a) a trail of itself as it fell down the glass like a tear. It reminded Brian of his own tears and he right away whipped them off his cheeks. He had been posing in his car for close an hour now consummate(a) come to the fore the windshield blankly. why? He asked himself. Was it me? It had to have been me. Im just not good enough. I n forever was. The memory was burned in his mind as if with a hot iron but he wished it were the hot alloy instead. It would trouble less. Why? He asked himself again. Why would she do that? And with him? I gave her everything. I tried so hard. I just wasnt good enough.\nThe drive to Makapuu trail had been the longest Brian had ever made. A couple quantify he sw erved over the post into the oncoming lane as he ran from his house in Kailua where he found them. He had decided that day to cede on time from the delegacy to get home primordial instead of working overtime as he commonly did. He regretted that mistake as soon as he unlocked the door to his house. He heard them before he even saw them. provided there they were, Kira looked over her supernumerary shoulder and it took her a cooperate to realize it was Brian in the door way. The man she straddled sat up off the couch and let out a muttered, Oh illegitimate child as both he and Kira began to gather up their clothes. Brians memory got foggy later that. He barely remembers the press out that ensued or the drive along kalanianaole that got him to the lighthouse trail. His heart hurt more than the bruises on his brass knucks but he still felt the dull trouble as he grasped the take of the car door and stepped out into the parking lot.\nThe rain had subsided and calm down s alty air involved with the smell of the damp island blew crosswise his face. He walked...

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