Who: Mike and Open When: 08/27/13 Where: Beach What: exploring Warnings: TBD
The beach was calming. Mike was still a little upset he was here. He didn't have any of Jo's things. Only a picture he had in his wallet. And a little piece of the box that had contained the pregnancy test she'd bought. He had been told after the autopsy. He was so upset about that. To be fair, he still missed Jo, regardless. He couldn't go and see where she'd been reading, and using a playing card for a bookmark. He couldn't go visit her brothers. Frank in particular, had stuck with him after the funeral for awhile. They were the closest. Mike didn't know what to say. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. He wasn't having the dreams about Sara Laughs anymore, but that didn't mean anything. It could come back, it always did, and it would here.
Mike sighed as he paced the beach. It was hot. He didn't really mind, it had been hot back in Maine. It was nice, he supposed. And now he didn't have to worry about his book contract. At least, not till he was back in Maine. He didn't want to mess up anything. He loved his life as a writer, and he didn't want anything to get in the way of that. Not really. He had just had horrible writer's block...... good thing he'd put back those four novels as insurance. They'd gotten him through the last four years. Now it was just coming up with something else.
Could he really do that? He was going to find out. He ran his hand through his black hair and closed his eyes. This could get nice.