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The Story:
The spot was ordinary. It wasn’t particularly beautiful or mystical. But it was itself, and that’s what she loved the most about it. All the trees with their similar leaves, the water with its lazy stroll, the common wildlife all working together to create a tranquil place, devoid of special tricks to captivate or efforts at a unique fame—just simple peacefulness.
She was envious of the life here. It would be so easy for her to accept an invitation to become part of this location, part of this peace. She would be happy as one of the trees or even just a flower by the river’s edge, but it would never be. She had to accept that. But not right now. Not yet. Now, she just had to bask in the spirit of this place, letting it teach her, shape her.
After another few minutes of reflection, a man walked out onto the concrete wall and sat down next to her. He soaked in the surroundings with her for a few moments.
“How’d you find me?”
“You left breadcrumbs behind you.”
“I’ll have to sweep those up next time,” she quipped.
He picked up a pebble and plopped it into the water. He tried a flatter one and got a couple of skips out of it.
“Cay, what’re you doing out here?”
“I like it out here. It’s nice prix du viagra.”
“You know what I mean, Cay. Why are you not where you should be?”
She contemplated her answer, carefully. Maybe she wanted to give the most accurate answer, but maybe she didn’t really know the answer enough to convey it.
“My life, Blake… Being famous for killing someone famous. Being a leader for killing a leader. Being told where I always have to be, after 30 years of independence. Being extraordinary but restricted. This place lets me pretend I’m ordinary and free.”
“I see. Cay… Look at me.”
She looked at Blake and saw the stress-woven lines in his face, the permanent etchings of too many reasons to frown. She knew her face looked the same.
“Your time for peace will come. It will. But not today.”
They stood up, and she looked out over the river one last time.
“Not today,” she muttered.
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