Redemption was a relic.
It was not a house any longer and what ashes had remained the wind had long since taken. Like it took everything else.
Madison stood in the pre-dawn bundled up in her leather jacket and aviators back on her head. It was a ritual, being there on that land, as much as it was a nostalgic obsession. Something about Cadentia had always called to her sensibilities, maybe only to remind her of home or what home could have been. She still didn't know, though she had found glimpses of it in a bliss she never thought she might give another nor receive.
Somewhere in the sleeping world, Glenn Douglas slept beside Salome Martin and would rise and deliver the deed to the house to the bar. Madison had come to the land as if to steep in the feeling of it. As if to to reassure herself of what she was doing. For as much as could see, even with the world so dim, beyond the notice of light, it was the only way.
In these times, she wished for Charlie. He always had the words that soothed and realigned her purpose. But as she stood there she realised missing him would only injure her further. That missing him wasn't conducive. That the time for grieving had long been over and that many other things demanded her attention.
Back down roads a white house slept. Her children turned in their sleep. They didn't know the way she was. They didn't know who she had been and who she might still become. They knew her only as Mom. It was the only thing she had ever done right, besides being a good shot. Raising the kids and giving them the things that had been absent of her own youth, with strict, emotionally distant parents who had only grown more estranged from her as time went on and her choices had eventually given way to their disapproval and disappointment.
But it was a shadow she would not add to her own and never had.
She sat in the middle of the fallen wood and shaken earth and listened to the wind whisk around her. Whisper through the low shrubs and devil grass and candentia weed; with its thin, plum-dark cords and bright blue poisonous berries. She thought about how she had poisoned herself in various ways. About what she had done wrong, what she could have done better, about whether there was an antidote to what she knew she was becoming. More of herself but less of... what? Of whom? It seemed there was no obstacle to being who she once had but every chance of a new identity being abolished as earnest and stalwart as her attempts had been prior. Conviction blown like windows from an house gone inferno.
When the sun rose, it was over her curled, prone form sleeping in a ball in the ruination. She stirred awake in a bleary, dismal state of mind and walked over to the fence-line and tore off the sign that swung there, unscathed from the fire. Madison raked her eyes over the property name and then grunted as she arced an arm overhead and tossed it out ahead. It hit the dirt ground in a crack and bent and dented. She walked over and began stomping it into the earth until the letters were beyond comprehension.
When she was done, she slumped her shoulders and exhaled and rubbed at her eyes that burned with moisture. Then she walked over and slid into the car and stared out at the desert sky before assigning the key to the engine and driving herself back into town to Charlie's to meet with Glenn and begin again.
It was not a house any longer and what ashes had remained the wind had long since taken. Like it took everything else.
Madison stood in the pre-dawn bundled up in her leather jacket and aviators back on her head. It was a ritual, being there on that land, as much as it was a nostalgic obsession. Something about Cadentia had always called to her sensibilities, maybe only to remind her of home or what home could have been. She still didn't know, though she had found glimpses of it in a bliss she never thought she might give another nor receive.
Somewhere in the sleeping world, Glenn Douglas slept beside Salome Martin and would rise and deliver the deed to the house to the bar. Madison had come to the land as if to steep in the feeling of it. As if to to reassure herself of what she was doing. For as much as could see, even with the world so dim, beyond the notice of light, it was the only way.
In these times, she wished for Charlie. He always had the words that soothed and realigned her purpose. But as she stood there she realised missing him would only injure her further. That missing him wasn't conducive. That the time for grieving had long been over and that many other things demanded her attention.
Back down roads a white house slept. Her children turned in their sleep. They didn't know the way she was. They didn't know who she had been and who she might still become. They knew her only as Mom. It was the only thing she had ever done right, besides being a good shot. Raising the kids and giving them the things that had been absent of her own youth, with strict, emotionally distant parents who had only grown more estranged from her as time went on and her choices had eventually given way to their disapproval and disappointment.
But it was a shadow she would not add to her own and never had.
She sat in the middle of the fallen wood and shaken earth and listened to the wind whisk around her. Whisper through the low shrubs and devil grass and candentia weed; with its thin, plum-dark cords and bright blue poisonous berries. She thought about how she had poisoned herself in various ways. About what she had done wrong, what she could have done better, about whether there was an antidote to what she knew she was becoming. More of herself but less of... what? Of whom? It seemed there was no obstacle to being who she once had but every chance of a new identity being abolished as earnest and stalwart as her attempts had been prior. Conviction blown like windows from an house gone inferno.
When the sun rose, it was over her curled, prone form sleeping in a ball in the ruination. She stirred awake in a bleary, dismal state of mind and walked over to the fence-line and tore off the sign that swung there, unscathed from the fire. Madison raked her eyes over the property name and then grunted as she arced an arm overhead and tossed it out ahead. It hit the dirt ground in a crack and bent and dented. She walked over and began stomping it into the earth until the letters were beyond comprehension.
When she was done, she slumped her shoulders and exhaled and rubbed at her eyes that burned with moisture. Then she walked over and slid into the car and stared out at the desert sky before assigning the key to the engine and driving herself back into town to Charlie's to meet with Glenn and begin again.