Sunday, January 22, 2017
Short Story - Makapuâu 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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