BEEEEEEEEEEEP, Beep–Beep, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
There she was in middle of the intersection stopping traffic. There
was a frenzy of horns honking for her to move. “C’mon Move!” yelled a
man in a Tonka toy looking truck from one corner of the intersection.
From another corner of the hectic intersection a robust man half
screaming and half spitting out un-chewed pieces of sandwich, “What
the hell are you doing lady—move the hell out the way!”
Hurriedly Nature sped through the red light as she blushed with
embarrassment. When she got home there Bethany sat in the rocking
chair on her front porch. Nature dreadfully got out of the car and
started walking slowly toward her sister. Why is she here I thought I
got rid of her when I left Dad’s burial. Nature finally stepped up
onto the porch without saying a word to her sister; instead she just
sat on the swing hanging from the other side of the quaint porch
admiring the swing. It was an old and beat up looking the chains had
long been rusted and the paint cracked off in more than one spot. The
only good thing to the swing was the roof it hung from, for that roof
endured many storms and never once did it fall or crack.
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