Friday, September 2, 2011

Story-A-Day #295: Being There


He still wasn't sure how it had happened, but all of a sudden, he was there - Invitation accepted.

He barely even knew her, and suddenly, he was surrounded by her family, her friends, her family's friends. He was surrounded, essentially, by a bunch of strangers he knew slightly less than the one person who had brought him here so far.

Although he was the stranger surrounded by strangers, he felt oddly at home.

He could hear them inside, their card game in full gear. The laughter that only comes with familiarity drifted out into the night. Hers in particular was like music from the deeps. He listened as they teased, cajoled, and laughed at each other.

He found himself smiling. He had reservations at first, but he could no longer imagine himself anywhere else.

This night was perfect.

He stepped away from the glowing cottage and lowered himself to the dewy grass. He could feel the wet embrace of the earth surrounding him.

He kept his eyes closed for a moment, the conflicting sounds of dissident devotion washing over him.

When he finally did let his eyes flutter open, a panoramic view of the heavens unveiled itself, a sight so unbelievable, he felt his breath catch.

The sky was more white than black, resplendent with twinkling stars. A bright streak shot across the sky.

He smiled.

Being there in that moment was the only place he wanted to be. He was home.

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