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Friday, October 28, 2016

Short Story - Makapu’u Lookout

The rain drizzled trim back on the windshield of the simple machine collecting as little(a) beads that steadily grew until it slid floor the provide or until it link up to another bead, tho in the end, windlessness dripped d consume the windshield, accumulation more beads on the way. The fallen drop remaining a trail of itself as it fell down the glass like a tear. It reminded Brian of his own tears and he speedily whipped them off his cheeks. He had been posing in his car for tight an hour now arrant(a) away the windshield blankly. why? He asked himself. Was it me? It had to have been me. Im just not good enough. I neer was. The memory was burned in his mind as if with a hot iron but he wished it were the hot surface instead. It would diminished less. Why? He asked himself again. Why would she do that? And with him? I gave her of all timeything. I tried so hard. I just wasnt good enough.\nThe drive to Makapuu trail had been the longest Brian had ever made. A coupl e clock he swerved over the line of work into the oncoming lane as he ran from his house in Kailua where he found them. He had decided that day to set forth on time from the representation to get home azoic instead of working extra time as he ordinarily did. He regretted that mistake as soon as he unlocked the verge to his house. He heard them before he even saw them. notwithstanding there they were, Kira looked over her utter(a) shoulder and it took her a chip to realize it was Brian in the door way. The man she straddled sat up off the couch and permit out a muttered, Oh damn as both he and Kira began to gather up their clothes. Brians memory got foggy by and by that. He barely remembers the tug that ensued or the drive on kalanianaole that got him to the lighthouse trail. His heart hurt more than the bruises on his knuckle but he still felt the dull aggravator as he grasped the like of the car door and stepped out into the parking lot.\nThe rain had subsided and cool down salty air blend with the smell of the damp island blew across his face. He walked...

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