Nov 01, 2008 01:35 AM
Entry #1
Maybe it was irrational to do such a thing, maybe not. But actually seeing this man, her father, so weak, so inadequate, saddened her. There wouldn't be another time to tell him how she felt, or what had actually happened. the unkind truth of the situation at hand had made it impossible to think. it made it impossible for Joanna to say what she'd really meant to say. It was there, inching at her mind, when all of a sudden it would leave as she tried to grab hold of it. Her father was going to die. There was no cure for this. There would never be, because this wasn't normal, this was murder. It was spiteful, untraceable, unprovable murder. It was like making a set of stairs too slick to walk down on purpose so someone would undoubtedly fall. There would be no way to make you guilty.
In the back of her mind there would have been the seed of thought of revenge. But not now. Not in this situation. And definitely not without limit or mindlessness. The forest around her was too dark, it was getting late in the day. The trees towered into wicked silhouettes contrasted to the becoming night sky. Joanna took frightful awareness of this as her father lay, dying beneath the canopy of stars.
But off in the distance, a light flickered.