Goodbyes

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A single tear. Quickly I wiped it away taking a step away from the giant rock that sat in front of me. 2 months and 4 days. That's all the time I needed, to know that I really needed to get away. From the pain, from the whispers and from all the pathetic looks I get every time I step outta the house. It was to much then and its still to much, it still hasn't blown over. I don't think it ever will. As of today January 18th I'm taking the biggest step in my life. Taking away my crutch and leaving all my problems behind.
" Momma.. I love you." I sigh as I take two more steps away. I could feel the tear roll over my cheek and fall. I wipe my face with my sleeve. I nod and turn and walk towards the giant truck and trailer parked on the side of the dirt road. I pull open the door and pull myself in. I didn't start the engine up right away. I looked over and tried my hardest not to cry anymore. No more tears.
Looking back, I hear a neigh. I smile a little at the thought, I still have my Jasper. I look into his brown eyes and turn back towards the window. I turn towards the front and start up the truck. Under me I feel the rumble as the engine sparks to life. I shiver. This being one of the hardest things I've had to do. I put the truck in drive and slowly push on the gas, pulling myself and the trailer forward. I stop at the ending of the dirt road and the beginning of the main road and look over my shoulder and read the giant rock one more time.

RIP
Lou Fleming
Loving mother, sister and daughter

"Fly high momma." I pull out of the dirt road and turn back to the open road. Knowing life just got a little easier.

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