The Wish (Book One)

Chapter 10: Spread the Joy

It's been almost a week since Jason and I have last talked. Right now, I'm rocking back and forth on the antique chair my mother gave me. If she were here, she would probably yell at me. That chair has been passed down the family! Your great grandfather made that chair! It's actually pretty sturdy for its age. It's mine now anyway, I'll rock all I want.

The summer wind sways my hair, tickling soft skin. Axel is napping inside on the couch. Otherwise he would be out here with me. The sun is just about to go down. Leaves on trees shake before me. Rigid grass is dry due to the lack of rain. I miss rainy days. It's hard for a person to depict tears from rain. Tears become camouflaged within the dirty droplets. 

Maybe the decision to sit out was a bad one. Although it is August, it feels like May. A cool breezy evening, filled with nothing other than steady breaths. Left alone with my thoughts is unusual for me. I'm usually only alone with them in the shower. Now I'm forced to think. Nothing to occupy my time. It's the weekend, and I have no plans.

No job, kid, cooking, cleaning, only myself at the moment. My thoughts point towards Jason. What is he doing? How is he? Is he thinking of me? Did he forget about me? It takes two to communicate I suppose. Should I try to get ahold of him? He probably found someone else to feed his needs. I don't blame him. Poor me, right? Who has time for a woman like me with a son? 

The sun begins to falter, seeping through the clouds, sinking down. The sky bleeds orange with dapples of pink and purple to take over the once blue background. The sun works 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. No sleep, no friends, nothing. It doesn't complain. The sun literally never gets a break.

Here we stand, on this giant Earth, complaining about our giant problems. For what reason? We only think of ourselves. In reality, our problems will never match up with the intensity of the worlds size. So, our problems can't actually be that big...right?

The sun provides light for us. We give nothing in return. Only destruction. We take advantage of the sun, of this whole planet. Yea, the sun doesn't have feelings. It can't think for itself. Why should we feel bad?

Well, we can think for ourselves. The sun doesn't give up, doesn't judge in any way...so, why should I? It's time for me to reach out to Jason and see what happens, because I'm not about to give up.

Removing myself from my grandfather's rocking chair, I take one last glimpse at the sunset. A beautiful pink sky lays horizontally among the golden prairie. Hills go for miles, soaking up the sun's last hint of light. Then I go on towards the door of my house.

Axel lays on the couch sleeping blissfully. His hands cupped into little balls. He shifts, turning on his side, making me think it was my fault for being too loud, disturbing him. With eyes still closed, the TV flips through channels rapidly. 

Axel must be laying on the remote. I nudge him over enough to grab it out from under him. I scan through the channels, trying to find the previous set one, some type of cartoon show I've never watched before.

While skimming, something beautiful catches my eye. Something just as fascinating and beautiful as the horizon. Not even something, someone so angelic. Gorgeous orange toned skin, not a fake orange, sun kissed skin, begging to be caressed, kissed upon no longer by the sun, but by me. 

Sterling gray eyes meet the camera, looking straight at me. Rich brown hair slicked back with gel. It has grown over the short period of time that has distanced us. Every hair in its rightful place, not one out of. An all-black tux fitted just for his bulky body. On the sofa next to an absolutely gorgeous woman sits Jason Foreman. 

A honey toned, leggy blonde clasps her hand with Jason's. My heart drops instantly. She is undeniably the prettiest creature to have walked the Earth. Every man would praise Jason for being this close with her.