|Noah (sweven) wrote in genome_project,|
@ 2012-10-27 01:00:00
|Entry tags:||macy jones, noah riley, october 2012, presley st. peter|
Who: Noah Riley, Presley St. Peter, and a ghostly Macy Jones
What: seeing dead people (well, hearing), probably gross sobbing
Where: Museum of the Moving Image, 35th Ave.
When: Saturday, early October, 3pm
Rating: mild for Noah's language.
It was a cool day. Noah stood outside the large geometric building that house thousands of feet of film from more than a century ago. His foot had healed from the accident, thankfully. The wind bit through his old, wash-softened, paint-spattered, long sleeved baseball shirt. He pulled the bill of his cap down to the top of his glasses and leaned against the cold white wall, a cigarette between his lips. He ignored the dirty looks he received from passers-by dragging their children behind them.
Laney was at home with the girls and Robin. They were likely sitting in the living room, girls on the floor with their mountains of multi-colored legos, Robin on the sofa next to his step-mom with a book about dinosaurs or some shit. Laney would have her fair hair pulled back in a loose, messy bun. She had on some old flannel shirt that fit her in just the right way, though it was several sizes too big. Noah closed his eyes, tipped his head back until it touched the wall, and asked himself what he was doing.
He was meeting a girl he didn't know - Presley was a girl's name, wasn't it? - who claimed to have spoken with Macy Jones, the long dead love of his life, the girl with the smile and a sweetness that could've rotted even the tooth fairy's pearly whites. There was a place inside him that never really let her go, that held her close and felt carefully at her edges every day, trying hard to remember the details of her face, the color of her eyes and the feel of her hands. But so much time had passed. The image in his head was no longer as clear as it had been so many years ago. And though he held his hurt and broken heart tenderly, he had moved on in his life. He was happily married. He had three children. He... couldn't go home. He had to find out if this was real.
Noah didn't know what it would change, but he had to find out.