The day stretched out before her, long and lazy just as a summer day should. The chirping and buzzing from the myriad of life around her all mixed together creating a lovely background chatter, exactly the sort that was conducive for writing in her diary. Or maybe later, a lovely nap. She was just settling in, favorite pen in hand, thick white paper before her when down the road she could see a cloud of dust heralding the arrival of a car. As she strained to see through the shimmering heat she could vaguely make out the glint of chrome on a very fancy car. Suddenly her heart scudded to a stop, and her blood turned to ice in her veins. Her body was reacting before her mind could understand what she was seeing. She strained to see through the haze, her chest constricted with pent up breath… it couldn’t be, she must be hallucinating in the heavy, southern heat…. He was supposed to be gone, out of her life for good. The peaceful serenity of what was to be a lovely day, was shattered just as her life had been, so long ago by the supposedly dead man now driving up the dusty road very much alive.
