I’ve got the blood caked beneath my fingernails to prove it
Do you? :(
We got laughter
Strewn across July linen
On a hot afternoon
In an empty room
With sweat and the beat of a raggedy window fan :)
A boy and a girl fucked around for a little. Shit got serious. Complications drew out from feelings. In the end it all fell apart.
A boy and a girl knew each other since grade school. The boy loved her despite the distance. Years later she said I love you.
I later learned that it wasn't just any trail. This was the Appalachian Trail, the prized 2,100 mile path that crossed 14 states on the east coast. It was surely a sight to see; as you walked its length, you were sure to discover rolling hills and lush forests. With names like the Catskills, White Mountain and Smokies, these mountains drew even the most unexperienced hiker to their summits.
As I read the plaque marking its beginning, I realized how lucky I was to have simply stumbled upon such a treasure in this quiet town.
The sunlight would bring lemon-gold color over the forest floor in between leaves. The light was never still as mist would brush among the treetops. It would illuminate the light coming in. There was a narrow path near the milky stream which came from a village. It led to a dilapidated shrine near a glacier where silken flags whip from strong and heavy winds from the mountains,
In three vehicles their were 3 strike forces, armed and waiting for Clarice Staring as she sped around the corner in her Mustang. Along with the three vehicles , was a battered undercover van and a car of two SWAT teams behind it. The undercover van was disguised as Marcell's Crab House truck. Starling opened the door of her mustang and snatched the equipment bag out of her trunk before heading to the Undercover Van. Her small fatigue complimented her fast paced walk. When she arrived at the van a DC officer dressed in uniform was wait in the van. "Women are always late." he said.