Post by Deleted on May 7, 2013 17:26:00 GMT
( DON'T MAKE ME SAD, DON'T MAKE ME CRY, )
❝ SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH AND THE ROAD GETS TOUGH ❞
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Winslet was not a religious girl. She didn't even believe in God. Not really. After all that had happened, how could she believe in someone that had let everyone down so badly? Was this really God's plan? Would He really allow everyone to die, even those that were supposedly "good"? She'd been raised Wiccan. Everyone in her family had been Wiccan for as long as she could remember. All her ancestors, her cousins, aunts, uncles. And she had been. Or at least she thought she was. But now... There wasn't much that she could believe in but herself.
The tiny girl knelt by the large planter she'd salvaged from the Home and Garden centre at Walmart. She knew others wanted her to grow vegetables here as well, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She'd planted flowers instead. She loved flowers. They were so graceful. They didn't care that there was a war being waged on the living. They existed simply to be alive. She admired that. The drive to live against all odds. They burst and bloomed and could light up even the dingiest of rooms. To her, the survivors were much like flowers. They forced themselves to live, pushing up through the cracks in the sidewalks.
Vegetables weren't like that. They didn't just grow. They needed to be tended. And when they were ready to be pulled, they wouldn't just keep growing. They had a real purpose. People benefited from them in a visible way. People needed flowers too, but they didn't realise it. Before she grew the flowers, she'd felt so trapped and unhappy. The flowers helped. They gave her a small sense of freedom. They made her feel alive.
The sun was getting low. The church seemed to be nearly glowing in the places where the light shone through the stained glass. Winslet finished tending her flowers and stood up, stretching. Barely reaching 5 feet, she knew she was tiny. She wouldn't let it stop her though. She was quick, and smart. She'd already gone scavenging earlier, and there was no reason for her to go out again. Still, she wanted to get out of there. It felt cramped. Tight. It made her uncomfortable.
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( THE ROAD IS LONG WE CARRY ON,)
❝ TRY TO HAVE FUN IN THE MEAN TIME ❞
