Monday, April 6, 2009

Stinky Is Good In A Garden Of Lies

Sheriff Xavier Meeks looked out of the large window. The massive oak tree provided shade for the group of teenagers sprawled beneath its full branches. A smile crossed his lips as he remembered doing the same thing years ago. Back then, they all had so many dreams, mainly to leave Greenstone. Patience was the only one who got out. She left and no one had heard from her since. That was supposed to have been his life. But circumstances kept him in Greenstone, and strangely enough, it had been better than he thought.
“Mister Oakie” was a landmark in Greenstone. If you could see the tree, you knew how to make it to the center of town. That spot held so many memories for him. As a child, he played cops and robbers with his friends. As a teenager, he told Dayna he loved her. And as an adult, Dayna cuddled next to him and placed his hand on her stomach. “You’re going to be a daddy.” She whispered.
As he watched the kids, he thought about how nice it would be to try starting a family again. He wasn’t sure if Dayna had given up. He thought back to the three miscarriages she’d already suffered and wondered if she was willing to try again.

Dayna sat alone at her kitchen table. She was glad she finally shook whatever fear she had. Karen was great, and would be a very nice addition. She wasn’t sure why it had taken her so long to make the introduction. Maybe the house was haunted. After all, none of the tenants stayed long enough to make a formal introduction. Or maybe she just didn’t want to be reminded of Patience. She hadn’t been in that house since her disappearance. A thin smile crossed her lips. Patience would’ve been pleased the way she stuck it to Agnes.
She sat back in her seat. The small of her stomach was beginning to pucker out and harden. She would tell Xavier the great news when she was out of danger. Tears trickled down her cheeks. She imagined how happy he’ll be when she tells him. If they hurried, maybe they could catch up with Agnes and Larry.

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