The day started with me finishing my zillionth book. I had been reading Song of Solomon for the past three days and was eager to hear the end of Milkman's story. He had felt trapped by his family, just as I feel trapped by mine, or by what is left of mine, or maybe even this town.
I have always loved reading but every-since meeting Herman my love have grown exponentially. We meet every Wednesday and Sunday to report to each other what we've been reading and if we would recommend it. He actually recommended Song of Solomon.
After finishing my book, I went to the kitchen to make my first coffee of the day. I sat by the window and watched the sun begin to rise. My gaze became fixated on all of the people franticly walking into town. It was odd that the streets were this populated on a Tuesday morning. While looking down, I saw Herman amidst the crowded sidewalk. He was walking alone, with a rather concerned look on his face. I don't know why but I had the sudden urge to follow him.
I grabbed my trench coat hoping it would conceal the pajamas that I had yet to take off, and made my way out of the door. I had lost sight of Herman, but I assumed that if I followed the crowd I would be able to find him. Everyone was huddled around the entrance of The Maitland. Sprawled out in front of the steps was the corpse of Edgar Maitland.
By the time I made it home, I was out of breathe. I had sprinted back. A picture of Edgar's dead body had implanted itself in my brain. I had seen enough death in my life and it all came back to this town. I needed to leave, at least for a little bit. I have felt nothing but loneliness and fear for the past 5 years and I would never escape it if I didn't escape this town first.
Tomorrow I am getting on a plane to Asheville at 5 AM and I don't know if I'm coming back. I need time to free myself. Free myself of my son. Free myself of my husband's death. And free myself of this town.
I have always loved reading but every-since meeting Herman my love have grown exponentially. We meet every Wednesday and Sunday to report to each other what we've been reading and if we would recommend it. He actually recommended Song of Solomon.
After finishing my book, I went to the kitchen to make my first coffee of the day. I sat by the window and watched the sun begin to rise. My gaze became fixated on all of the people franticly walking into town. It was odd that the streets were this populated on a Tuesday morning. While looking down, I saw Herman amidst the crowded sidewalk. He was walking alone, with a rather concerned look on his face. I don't know why but I had the sudden urge to follow him.
I grabbed my trench coat hoping it would conceal the pajamas that I had yet to take off, and made my way out of the door. I had lost sight of Herman, but I assumed that if I followed the crowd I would be able to find him. Everyone was huddled around the entrance of The Maitland. Sprawled out in front of the steps was the corpse of Edgar Maitland.
By the time I made it home, I was out of breathe. I had sprinted back. A picture of Edgar's dead body had implanted itself in my brain. I had seen enough death in my life and it all came back to this town. I needed to leave, at least for a little bit. I have felt nothing but loneliness and fear for the past 5 years and I would never escape it if I didn't escape this town first.
Tomorrow I am getting on a plane to Asheville at 5 AM and I don't know if I'm coming back. I need time to free myself. Free myself of my son. Free myself of my husband's death. And free myself of this town.
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