the_disquiet (the_disquiet) wrote in lastexit, @ 2015-06-19 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !week two, dahlia thomas, jack monroe |
Exchanging the common heart for the salt in the sea
Who: Dahlia and Open
Where: Zachary Taylor Park
When: Tuesday, August 11, just before the afternoon storms
Warnings: mild
"Animal attack?" her twin read the news story over her shoulder; her face scrunching up a bit before she just laughed. "Ha. And I’m actually alive." The tone was mocking and sarcastic but Dahlia couldn’t help but shoot a slightly angry look her twin’s way for making light of her death. Dahlia still had her. And she was alive to Dahlia. But she rather her twin be alive to everyone. That she was there for dealing with their father. Or…all the things that had come to pass in her life. “It could have been…” Dahlia finally answered as she continued to read the news story about Teresa Cooper. "You are gullible." a chiding remark as her twin rolled her eyes and walked a bit away, signaling she was done with the conversation.
Dahlia glanced at her twins departing figure before returning her gaze to the newspaper, finishing the story. “What does it matter if it wasn’t?” she questioned, chewing on her lip. “It doesn’t seem to change anything.” Dahlia shrugged, taking her twins silence as agreement. The paper was folded back up and tucked into her bag next to her on the grass. It was too hot still to be in the park. Just as it had been an hour ago. But even hot being here was better than being at home.
Her father was in a mood.
It may have had something to do with finding out where she went to get the car fixed. And that may have happened because Dahlia was careless and didn’t hide the paper receipt from the Auto Shop very well. And she may have walked out of the house while he was still yelling about her and the rest of his family. She didn’t want to hear why he disliked everyone. Or how it shouldn’t have been that damn hard for her to do something right. The car was fixed wasn’t it? The light was gone and the oil was changed and it was running fine. So why did that matter either? Sometimes Dahlia just didn’t get the point of things.
Lots of times she didn’t.
Chewing her lip still Dahlia drew her journal back up onto her lap and continued on the drawing she’d started when she’d first arrived at the park. A scenery picture of the playground in the distance where kids were still shrieking and playing, despite the heat. Dahlia thought that the playground had to be far too warm but some kids just wouldn’t be deterred. Maybe it wasn’t too bad because it was in the shade? That was the only way Dahlia was handling the heat. Tucked under a large tree she had the shade of it covering her as she sat in the grass. And a small battery fan sort of pointed her way. It didn’t do much but she liked the noise of it. She’d always liked white noise.
“Do you think he is done being mad?” she questioned with a glance towards where her twin had been but no longer was. A chill ran down Dahlia’s spine as her gaze quickly scanned over her surroundings. Her twin wasn’t there. “You know I hate it when you do that…” a sad mutter under her breath as she drew her knees up. “You could at least say something you know.” A further mutter that gained no response. Sighing Dahlia tried to not let the sudden loneliness bother her. Her twin wasn’t always around. And she had a drawing to work on. Plus she’d been in kind of a mood too. She never liked it when Dahlia let her father be so…grumpy with her.
Tossing the journal down Dahlia crossed her legs under her and dragged her bag to her lap, fishing around in it to find her water bottle. She looked triumphant, for a moment, when she found it. That is until she realized it was empty.
Another sigh flittered through the air as Dahlia tucked the empty bottle back into her bag along with her journal and the fan. Earlier she saw a park vendor selling things. Maybe they were still there. She could get some ice cream then too. It might help to cheer her up a bit.