TO BE CONTINUED!!!
Locusts scurry across oak trees and screech in time with loudly swaying leaves. Stephen clears his throat and recites a quote."Laughter is a poor man's ale, it helps him to forget life's troubles and woes." Wind briskly blows and dancing leaves flicker light through rustling trees. Stephen quickly grabs his coat and rushes away like a swarm of bees. The sunlight slopes down the horizon and dims all that once could clearly be seen. Gloria always sits beneath the oak trees and listens to the locusts loudly crying. Stephen never joined her underneath the shelter of the oaks, until she was dying. He takes in every moment and devotes his time to Gloria's photography and writing. He laughs more than he ever did, and memorizes her quotes. Silence fills the star painted night, as Stephen enters his front door and turns on the lights. Silence fills the quaint, mellow home, along with the lingering smell of rich coffee and cologne. He glances out the window at the crescent moon and walks like a stranger through each room. Stephen is more tired than he expected, and slowly makes his way to his bedroom quite dejected. It has only been a year since Gloria passed away and memories flood his mind every moment. He focuses in on the wildly whistling wind outside of his bedroom window. He forces his breath to match the whistling breeze and lets it tote his painful memories! Rain begins to tap against the window, but Stephen leaps up from his bed and breaks sorrow's choking rope. He soaks in the cloud painted night beneath the shelter of the trees. He lets the lightly falling rain hide his tears... The only time Stephen feels alive is underneath the shelter of these beautiful oaks. It is there he is surrounded by hope, as if Gloria yokes him with an invisible cloak.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
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