Back. Stupid internet isn't working for the Bluray so we can't go on Netflix or Vudu from the TV. We were gonna watch the old Muppets movie... D*mn internet.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Broken and crumbled leaves fall from above in a small willow, tiny bugs and insects riding over the trees crumbly bark. The little girl stands there, her eyes chiseled with guilt, “Mother,” She barely whispers, heartfelt letters filling every open space in the meaning, “I didn’t know.”
The girl’s natured beautiful blue eyes wonder across the roots which dig into the wet, cold ground in the graveyard. Birds speak a whole different language in the tree, looking down at her with dreadful eyes, and nasty expressions. The small girl’s bony, fragile hands snake up the trees bark once more for the third time, her eyes closing as she rests her forehead against the dirty-stick-like-surface. Teardrops of rain fall from the sky, drenching her pure black hair and soggy sandals even more, “I’m sorry.”
The five year old lets go, holding her teddy bear tight as she plops down in the mud. She picks at the green blades of grass, the raindrops running down her soft-pale skin.
“Ruby,” A man says from behind her, the sad little girl truly forgetting he was there, “It’s time to go.”
“But daddy,” She sniffles, “Mommy…”
“Mommy’s gone, sweetheart,” He scoops her up, kissing her cheek softly as the rain soaks them both, “Lets head home before we catch a cold.”
Ruby refuses, shaking her head as she buries her face in her father’s jacket, “I want to stay with mommy.”
The father sighs, walking away anyways as his boots stomp against the floor, “It’s time to go home.”
The little girl nearly bursts into tears, not having enough strength to pull herself from her father’s arms, and unwillingly gets seated in the back-seat of a police car. Ruby’s father is chief of police, her mother was a house mom. Ruby glances out the window, both hands on the glass as she watches that willow tree move past her, her mother’s grave somehow speaking to her as it does so.
'Don’t forget me Rubes. I’ll always be in your heart.'
The toddler looks away, blinking back any emotion, and crosses her arms as they pull into the parking lot of a safe apartment building.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
