Here's what I have so far...
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Sarah Silver glanced at the morning paper in front of her and knew that today was going to be a bad day. The weather forecast read; "dark, overcast, with heavy showers and thunderclouds ahead." Great. It was the first time in a long time that Sarah actually took time out of her day to read the forecast; normally she didn't need to, and wouldn't waste her time with trivial things like wondering about the weather when she lived in Phoenix, Arizona for all her life.
But, then again, lately, she found herself doing things that seemed alien to her, which included reading the weather forecast for the update in the gloomy town of Pennsylvania, the wettest town in the tri-state area, the small town with a population of approximately 3,000 people was the only one for miles around, and stuck out like a sore thumb on any map.
Deciding to relocate and leave behind her hometown in the middle of the year wasn't exactly perfect timing either. For Sarah, she didn't like to do things by halves, and since her predicament was all too easy to forget about, she certainly didn't feel like her efforts would mean anything, which forced her to question her logic about why she was even going in the first place. For Sarah, she wasn't moving at the end of the year, where you could forget about your troubles and leave your past behind by starting somewhere new, or even at the beginning of the year where you were allowed to take chances, leaps of faith, or even get one last chance for redemption in atoning for your sins, but the middle of the year provided nothing but sheer inconvenience. There was no escaping it.
Sarah Silver had always had a volatile relationship with her father, and although they had shared some genuinely good moments, the best way to describe the relationship she had had with her father on the whole was nothing but a series of broken embraces, where fragments of feelings and emotions were realized but never discussed, and neither of them ever provided the other with the opportunity to reach out.
When Sarah finally got the phonecall to say her father had died, and now realizing she was an orphan and may very well be alone in the world as far as family was concerned, she was a little stunned to find a letter to he father in his things, telling him all about a family she never knew he had,located in Pennsylvania.
Closing her eyes, and retreating back into the memories from that eventful day, Sarah remembered feeling emotional and betrayed, but also as if the void she had always had in her heart from the death of her mother had gotten even bigger, despite trying to fill it with other things, but whatever they were, ranging from boyfriends or stunted trips to the therapist, nothing was able to work.
This had all happened just over a week ago, and at some point in that time she had decided to pack her bags and leave for Pennsylvania, her natural curiosity and recklessness getting the better of her. She took a moment to open her eyes, looking up from where her morning coffee was placed next to her, and registered the date on the newspaper for the first time. The date had no real seminal significance, but she knew from now on and whatever else was to happen, that this date would have some importance to it.
Sarah stood up from the table and took a long look around her kitchen. Over the years, she had fashioned it to be simple and perfectly formed, which made up for it being so small. She sighed as she finished the last of her coffee, and realized she may be without her home comforts; the small, idyllic things in life that made her happy, for quite some time.
Sarah's best friend, Jessica Hart, drove her to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was sixty six degrees in Arizona, the sky a perfect azure blue with not a cloud in the sky.
150 miles northwest of Arizona exists a small town called Little Riding.
But, then again, lately, she found herself doing things that seemed alien to her, which included reading the weather forecast for the update in the gloomy town of Pennsylvania, the wettest town in the tri-state area, the small town with a population of approximately 3,000 people was the only one for miles around, and stuck out like a sore thumb on any map.
Deciding to relocate and leave behind her hometown in the middle of the year wasn't exactly perfect timing either. For Sarah, she didn't like to do things by halves, and since her predicament was all too easy to forget about, she certainly didn't feel like her efforts would mean anything, which forced her to question her logic about why she was even going in the first place. For Sarah, she wasn't moving at the end of the year, where you could forget about your troubles and leave your past behind by starting somewhere new, or even at the beginning of the year where you were allowed to take chances, leaps of faith, or even get one last chance for redemption in atoning for your sins, but the middle of the year provided nothing but sheer inconvenience. There was no escaping it.
Sarah Silver had always had a volatile relationship with her father, and although they had shared some genuinely good moments, the best way to describe the relationship she had had with her father on the whole was nothing but a series of broken embraces, where fragments of feelings and emotions were realized but never discussed, and neither of them ever provided the other with the opportunity to reach out.
When Sarah finally got the phonecall to say her father had died, and now realizing she was an orphan and may very well be alone in the world as far as family was concerned, she was a little stunned to find a letter to he father in his things, telling him all about a family she never knew he had,located in Pennsylvania.
Closing her eyes, and retreating back into the memories from that eventful day, Sarah remembered feeling emotional and betrayed, but also as if the void she had always had in her heart from the death of her mother had gotten even bigger, despite trying to fill it with other things, but whatever they were, ranging from boyfriends or stunted trips to the therapist, nothing was able to work.
This had all happened just over a week ago, and at some point in that time she had decided to pack her bags and leave for Pennsylvania, her natural curiosity and recklessness getting the better of her. She took a moment to open her eyes, looking up from where her morning coffee was placed next to her, and registered the date on the newspaper for the first time. The date had no real seminal significance, but she knew from now on and whatever else was to happen, that this date would have some importance to it.
Sarah stood up from the table and took a long look around her kitchen. Over the years, she had fashioned it to be simple and perfectly formed, which made up for it being so small. She sighed as she finished the last of her coffee, and realized she may be without her home comforts; the small, idyllic things in life that made her happy, for quite some time.
Sarah's best friend, Jessica Hart, drove her to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was sixty six degrees in Arizona, the sky a perfect azure blue with not a cloud in the sky.
150 miles northwest of Arizona exists a small town called Little Riding.
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