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    The Starting Line: Chapter 20

     

    Despite the number of people I had shared a bed with since I was a teenager, I was still a light sleeper, and would jump awake at the slightest touch.  So when the park ranger grabbed my foot, I kicked free of his grasp and half jumped up onto my feet in the back of my truck.  After being told not too politely that I was breaking the park laws by parking on the beach overnight, I remember being glad that at least I slept through the night before getting caught by the stupid ranger.  Of course, now I found myself up early morning, in the middle of a state park, and not a café or diner in sight to supply my morning caffeine shot.  Eventually I found a little diner off the highway.  I pulled myself up to a bar stool.  The waitress took one look at me and immediately placed a steamy cup of coffee in front of me.  I nodded my thanks and was halfway through the cup when she returned to ask if I wanted breakfast.  When I ordered toast, she nodded, topped off the coffee, and went to put the order in. 

     

    After the toast and several cups of coffee, I threw some bills and change on the counter and headed out.  I ended up back in the area of the beach, this time parking my truck on the trail and walking the rest of the way to the water.  When I got to the beach, there was a family there.  The three little kids were running along the water line, screaming and laughing.  The parents were watching, snapping pictures and laughing with the kids.  I watched for a little bit, and was turning to leave when the dad called out to me.  They wanted a family picture taken for their Christmas card that year.  I snapped the picture for them, the perfect family on their vacation, making their Christmas card to send out to the grandparents, aunts and uncles, family friends…  After returning the camera, I walked back to my truck.  I flipped open the glove compartment and pulled out a dime bag.  I quickly crushed an oxy pill, snorted it, and put the rest of the bag away in the back of the glove compartment.  After a moment of adjusting to the feeling of the drugs coursing through my blood, I got back out of the truck and started walking down one of the hiking trails. 

    Comments

    1. as I said a long while ago, Shane will take a long time to learn to trust completly but sounds like she is heading in that direction, this is probley the first time she ever answered to anyone. Thanks for the chapter. Md

    2. Shane’s memories are her truth but they no longer have to solely define her, as she is slowly learning. Accepting and giving caring and support and connection with Bette and the others is also her truth, and something she can hold on to, as scary as it is. In choosing to let go of her solitude, will she find peace?

    3. again, your insight is …well wow. As someone known for being a good listener while no one knowing anything about me, I completely understand Shane’s feelings of needing to run from people caring yet still that part hoping people did care and how does one deal with the conficting emotions? Look forward to next weeks thoughts :)

    4. As always, a great read. Very poignant. I’m always on the look out for your next chapter. You are the best author writing Shane that I’ve seen by far. Thanks so much matey!

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