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Hey y'all. Now I know it's not Liru but um...it's a great story. It took me 2 hours to do a 1st daft. Then revised myself frist, then gave it to my mentor Toni and a friend of mine. Then I typed it up, pulled off a spell-check and volia! A short story in under 3 1/2 hours. I hope you like it!!


Stan:

The sky was dark but not dark enough. The blood red sun still shone just past the skyline, making the buildings of crystal glass glow red.

Sun set was always Stan’s favorite time of day. The twilight was so beautiful to watch, especially on the lakefront. On the lake, the sun seemed to cast it’s ghastly shadow over all and yet none. As if it where not there.

Stan, the mayor’s son and the Chief deputy’s son- in-law, sat on the head shaped rock, looking at the blood disk. He’s mind wondered to and fro from the day’s events.

From he’s wife death to he’s daughter’s arrest. To he’s father disowning him, to him getting into a bar fight in the middle of nowhere. He wondered if this day could get any worst.

Standing up, Stan reached to grab the still not dark enough sky. Commanding it to come to him. But it never did, not will it ever. It would stay where it was suppose to be forever.

“Isn’t the sky beautiful Stan?” said the voice of a young woman.

Stan sighed heavily as he still reached for that accursed sky, “Yes it is Mary.”

Hands covered he’s eyes and he let he’s hands fall to them. The fair skin that he touches was so real. So there.

“Things will get better. You’ll see Stan.”

The hands left him, and he turned around to see that nobody was there. He was still alone, the smell of the city lake he’s only friend.

He sat back down on the head shaped rock, eyes heavy from lack of sleep, drinking and despair. How could it be that all he once had was now gone? And in a single day?

Sure he knew that he’s kid was a spoiled little brat. He blamed he’s mother for that. Sure he was never did like he’s father. That was normal. And sure he’s gotten into fights before. That’s what men do.

But he’s wife. Mary. In a single misunderstanding, in a single bank, she was gone.

Stan cursed God then he cursed Satan. Then he cursed himself. He stood again, throwing stones angely at the still setting sun. He kept throwing and throwing them until he tripped and hit he’s head on the rocky shore.

Stan began to cry. He’s sobs where that of a lost soul, begging to have back what was he’s love. He sobbed and sobbed, until he felt a light hand brushed he’s head.

Looking up, Stan saw a young boy. The boy grinned to him.

“Let’s go Daddy!” said the child.

Stan stood on he’s feet slowly. He’s mind in a daze. Blood fell from he’s left temple slowly, like a small creek. It was time to go back.

He took the boy’s small hand. Twilight was almost over. Without a word, they walked towards the setting sun, vanishing into the Twilight for a whole new start.