We were never ones to like the lion statues that people place on both sides of their drive ways, but enjoyed the idea of having something there. This would be our perfect chance with these new rocks we had nothing to do with. So we place three by our drive way. Two smaller ones on one side, one larger on the other.
The rocks were wide but not tall at all. It was a thin layer, really, in the whole spectrum of the earths crust. They maybe stand a foot high.
It was there, on the larger of the three rocks placed by our drive way years ago, that I sat. I was waiting for a car containing a girl. I usually hate the site of cars and the awful noise they make at night, but not this time. I not so patiently anticipated seeing the hesitation in the headlights of a car wondering if it was turning on the right road. And once it, and it's driver, realized it was the road, would make a right hand turn, and I would see it's beam and it drop for just a second in the dip in the road, and then even back out, and across a bit of land and get fixed going strait. And the car would slow down, looking for lights and a sign of life in my house. And at that point I would walk into the road and wave them down... and they would stop... and we would have a great time.
The car didn't come.
She never came.
I didn't really expect her to. I had made her mad, not mad, but something. I'd rather not get in to what it was all about. I could write on forever about today, but I just don't feel like it. My hands are worn out. Maybe I will tomorrow.
