She tipped the taxi driver her last dollar
And grabbed her leather suitcase from the trunk.
Noticing that her parent’s cars were not in the driveway
She proceeds inside
A dog slowly greets her and she squats to permit its sodden kisses
Caressing him, she softly says its name.
And then removed her 80 dollar pair of shades.
setting her suitcase down by the door.
Then tapping her finger on the coffee table
She tours her childhood
Through the collage of family portraits in the kitchen.
No matter what there is always home
Reading the post it notes on the bulletin board
She listens to the messages on the answering machine.
Life never seized when she left this place.
She deliberates her past
and fixes herself some green tea.
Then seats herself in front of the television
After surfing the 3 available channels for a good 10 minutes
She heads up to her old room.
Breathing in from an old cardboard box full of her family’s clothes
She finds some old journals that she thumbs through and chuckles beneath her breathe.
Sighing deeply, she tells herself
I don’t think I’m ready for this
Outside she swings on the old tree swing her father had built for her
Back and forth with her eyes on the skies
Just as she did in her distant memories
Is it right?
She lays on the living room floor
In complete self-possession
Not a word,
Without a sound
She leaps from the floor and picks up the telephone.
Dialing up an old friend.
“How quickly can you get here?”
She asks.
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Submission Name: Where the Truth Lies
