Thursday, November 9, 2017

Housesitter


After the discarding the groceries at the house, they drove up the winding coastal road into the depths of the forest. After driving a bit, they pulled into a smaller road which led onto an empty space overlooking the city, shoreline, and vastness of the ocean. She parked her car and they both tumbled out. He led her up a slight hill until they came to a slightly wooden area with small rocky crags, a place off the beaten path from tourist prying eyes. He sat on one of the crags overlooking the vast ocean blue and turned to her, his smile half-cocked expressing an invitation for her to join him. She climbed up and sat on a crag beside him, turning outwards to the ocean she breathed it as much as possible. Then, slowly exhaled.

“It is...,” was all she could say.

“Amazing,” Jesse finished her sentence. She nodded and turned to him, smiling, suddenly completely happy and she felt even a sense of peace slowly emerging and traveling through her. It was a feeling so long unknown to her, she couldn't at first trace or define it, but the word “peace” was all she could finally name it. “I love coming here, its the only place I really feel at home.”

“You grow up here?” Rachel wanted to know.

“Not so much,” Jesse sighed. “I live with my aunt. My parents are...no longer living.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Rachel said, turning and facing the ocean. She felt the truthfulness of this conversation becoming all too real and authentic against her imaginary cover story.

“Its okay, it happened when I was just a little kid, like 5, car accident, barely remember them,” Jesse mumbled to himself.

“So, your aunt?” Rachel asked not turning to him, but trying to keep the conversation off of herself as long as possible.

“Yeah, she took me in, the only living relative that would,” he explained. “She's nice and all and did her best, but she's got a...a...sorta...reputation, is all.”

“Oh,” Rachel said in response and let the word reputation lose itself in the air as it wrapped itself repeatedly in her mind, forming mental pictures that spun from long ago tucked away memories never to be forgotten. 'Reputation, reputation,' they breathed toiling through her brain.

“You okay?” Jesse was calling to her and she turned slowly, full of effort, towards him. He was rolling a joint. “You kind of disappeared there for a minute,” he went on. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I was thinking...I'm just tired, is all,” she brokenly explained, trying to recoil into her chosen path of hiding.

“You don't mind if I partake, do you?” He asked motioning towards the joint. “You want some?”

“Please,” she nodded.


 He lit the joint and took a drag, passing it to her. She took it, pressed it between her lips, and inhaled, feeling the familiar warm pull of the smoke touch her throat and lungs. She sipped it like honey into her aching soul. Then, she handed it back to him. His hand touched hers gently as he took it from her and she felt an electric pulse run throughout her veins and shoot into her heart.  

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