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twisted_whiskerIt had been over ten years since she'd been here. She never thought she'd see herself coming back, not even for this. But the anniversary of her father's death was coming, and after so long perhaps it would do his soul good to see how she's been since she and her crippled mother left Elmshade.
She'd come dangerously close to turning back so many times. The only reason she made it this far was because Linkara and Arthur agreed to come with her. She needed all the support she could get - it wasn't just her father's grave that was left in that old town. She could feel it as they got closer. She felt it when they stopped to rest Arthur's emerald before they got too close. The oppressive blanket of tragedy that the town coated itself in. Even the smell of the trees reminded her of the years of solitude and fear.
They crossed the border into the town, and slowly Liz reached back to pull the hood of her jacket over her head, a habit she'd taken two years to fall out of, now a foreign motion to her. She checked the map on her phone, verifying the directions for Linkara, who opted to drive the rest of the way.
"It's not far now. Left at the next light then we head for Wilson Street."
That was the first thing she'd said in a while - she'd been quiet almost the entire drive, and her shoulders were starting to ache from the tension that got tighter and tighter as they got closer. She glanced back at Arthur where she could see him in the corner of the rear-view window.
"Thank you for coming. Really, I really appreciate it."
She'd come dangerously close to turning back so many times. The only reason she made it this far was because Linkara and Arthur agreed to come with her. She needed all the support she could get - it wasn't just her father's grave that was left in that old town. She could feel it as they got closer. She felt it when they stopped to rest Arthur's emerald before they got too close. The oppressive blanket of tragedy that the town coated itself in. Even the smell of the trees reminded her of the years of solitude and fear.
They crossed the border into the town, and slowly Liz reached back to pull the hood of her jacket over her head, a habit she'd taken two years to fall out of, now a foreign motion to her. She checked the map on her phone, verifying the directions for Linkara, who opted to drive the rest of the way.
"It's not far now. Left at the next light then we head for Wilson Street."
That was the first thing she'd said in a while - she'd been quiet almost the entire drive, and her shoulders were starting to ache from the tension that got tighter and tighter as they got closer. She glanced back at Arthur where she could see him in the corner of the rear-view window.
"Thank you for coming. Really, I really appreciate it."
