Salazar asked: They waited at a corner bench of the train station under a shadow covered by the overhead roof. Ally sat in a chair reading The Daily Article, listening to the singing birds that flew by. The day was young, while the train was in sight and rode on by the train tracks. People lined up in front of the train giving their tickets to the ticket holder. Jamie and Ally stayed a pew waiting for the other passengers to go on.
“Let’s go honey,” said the husband. They started up the path to the train readying their tickets. Ally carried a rucksack and one suitcase, Jamie comprised himself of only a hiking backpack, with a canteen filled with Dania water. They handed the tickets to the man and got on the train. “Where should we sit?”Ally asked. “How ‘bout over there by the old man and child!” The husband and wife trailed the sits, going through a roar of children. They sat parallel from each other, one facing the other.
“Hello there!” the old man said staring at Ally’s eyes. Making sure to keep them locked. He wore a tattered shirt with an oddly colored pair of pants, and a cowboy hat looking wide eyed at her. “Hello, are you headed into to town too?” she felt her side, scraping away the tedious itch. “Yes, yes I am,” he tasted his lips tugging the youngsters shoulder. “This is my grandchild, Edward,” he shone his face to them. “I love candy and popsicles,” the little boy said. He sat on the seat, curling himself into a ball murmuring something.
“I’m, bored,” said little Edward holding the rigid seat. The light from outside glistened in through barred window, Jamie looking through it. He was reading the newspaper that Ally read before. The obituaries shone onto him. “Where did you say you were from?” the old man asked with a sudden grin that played on his face. “I never did!” said Ally. “But since you ask, I’m from a small town down south, in Texas.” She looked away and stared at Jamie.
It was now 6 o’ clock in the evening, Ally and Jamie were at the bus stop waiting for the number 36 bus. They sat on the bench. Ally read the newspaper again, waiting. The wind blew nicely through their hair, then just when the #36 came and drove up by the bank of the street. The doors opened, they went inside. “It’s him again,” Ally thought. They seated themselves a distance from the old man. This time he didn’t have his grandchild. It was dark with only the street lights on.
The old man noticed them coming in. He moved next to Jamie, facing Ally, in a fine manner and adjusting his hat sideways towards his left side.
“O what a pleasant surprise!” said the old man grinding his rusted teeth together. She didn’t answer, instead she faced her husband. The old man turned away and padded his dusty pants. He turned back at her and said.
“Are you quite alright?”This time she answered. She rolled her eyes following his movements. “Yes,” she said bellowing. She later became aware when she entered the bus, that the old man was in fact her father. “Don’t you know who I am?” said Ally. “No, why you ask?” She readied herself for the confrontation. “I’M YOUR DAUGHTER,” Ally screamed at the top of her lungs. People all around them stared at her.
The old man’s eyes became wider with each passing moment. Ally cried, Jamie comforted her. She wiped the grief running down her eyes and crooked her head towards her father and said.
“You murdered my mother.” She said “30 years ago when I was a child.” The old man looked at Jamie then back at her, pondering the flash back in his head. “I’m sorry Ally, it was a mistake, I spent almost 50 years in prison suffering from it, and please Ally forgive me, I’m a changed man. He began to tear as well. Jamie stood at the side lines, not getting in the way.
“But why did you do it?” Ally said sobbing.
“I don’t know.”
“Why not?”
“I’m old Ally; I can barely remember half the stuff I do.”
She kept quiet for a moment, and then reached her stop on 18th Street Avenue. She held the metal pole and got off the bus. She looked back at him through the glass door of the bus still tearing up. She then took 3 steps into the lighted street and lid up a cigarette.
It took me about four days to complete it and can it be worthy of being published!?
Black Titanium Ring
Canteens have been around since the dawn of civilization for one simple reason: Water equals survival. Because they serve such a vital function in every outdoor person's arsenal, it's important to carefully consider which type of canteen will best fit your particular needs. In this article, we'll look at two of the most popular types and will briefly discuss their advantages.
