The next day, in the late afternoon Alivia and her mom helped Fern carry luggage out to the taxi. Her plane leaves in an hour.
“I wish you could stay longer,” Alivia said.
“I know. I’m sorry sis.”
“I love you.”
Fern hugged her.
“I love you too.”
Alivia stood there as Fern hugged her mom.
They both waved as the taxi backed out of the driveway and headed down the road.
Fern waved with her arm out the window.
Alivia smiled and waved back.
Once the taxi could not be seen she lowered her arm.
“Can I go to the docks?”
“After you eat.”
“I’m not hungry mom.”
“You need to eat, Alivia.”
They both came back into the kitchen.
She set down as her mom took stuff out of the fridge and made her a sand which.
What can I do? Watch TV? Go outside? I would love to go get ice cream and go fishing.
Just thinking about it filled her eyes with tears.
She squeezed her eyelids tight and held the tears back. This time, it worked.
Her mom placed the sandwich on the plate then set it on the table.
After she ate the sand which and put the plate in the sink, she turned around.
“Lauretta and Skeeter are coming over later. Can you be back in time?”
“Okay, please be careful.”
“I always am.”
“I learned that from grandpa.”
She put her shoes on and grabbed her shoulder strap purse and left the house.
She walked down the driveway and peeked over her shoulder.
Her mom watched from the kitchen window.
Alivia turned the corner of the driveway and headed down the side of the gravel road where the grassy ditches were.
Once Alivia got to the docks she walked down the deck and set on the edge and let her feet hang over. The water wasn’t high enough to feel it.
The sky still showed the sun. This spot overlooked the lakeshore and reflected light in the wide-open space where the sky connected to the deep blue water. The waves lapped against the shoreline, receding quickly as they added a crystal sparkle to the environment. The breeze traveled through the tall grass and trees, the sound of the breeze in the leaves shuffled close by.
The wind gently whistled by relaxing her.
Alivia’s tingly eyes burned and stung; tears slowly released down her cheeks, and her chest grew heavy.
Birds flew past the pink-tinged white clouds, and the wind carried them higher and higher.
She continued to lament the loss of grandpa, knowing that he wasn’t coming back. But she knew he was in a better place than earth. She wouldn’t wish for anybody to lose a loved one because nobody deserved to go through that pain and heartache. But would she ever understand why God takes the good people, why they couldn’t stay longer, why not take the bad people? Those who torture and kill? Why do they get to stay and the good people have to leave? It’s unfair!
The wind swept across her cheeks and through her brunette locks.
Alivia opened her bag and pulled a picture out. It was her and Grandpa at the ice cream store.
The memories always invited themselves in, and ran through her mind, reminding her of the events that had taken place in her life. Grandpa just wasn’t physically there like he should be.
She looked up at the sky and wondered if Grandpa watched down on her from the sunset hued sky.
Alivia grabbed her bag and walked back onto the trail.
Once on the other side, she kicked a few rocks in front of her to see how far they can go.
She drew her leg back and kicked the rock across the road. Her foot thudded to the ground as a cloud of dust floated up. Her gaze followed the rock. It rolled and rolled until it landed in the ditch.
A dull thump alerted Alivia. She gasped and placed a hand on her chest then turned around.
There was a small open trail to walk through.
Hmm, that’s weird. I never saw this before.