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Date Posted: 13:52:27 11/03/06 Fri
I cry to my daddy on the telephone
How long now?
How hard was it to just get a life in Cascade? Julie stormed up the stairs of the apartment block. Hastily she fished around for her keys in her pocket. Dropping the khaki bag by her feet, she unlocked the door and went inside, slamming it closed behind her. The bag was thrown angrily into a corner and she collapsed into the tattered couch, her hands running over her dirty face. Clearly today had not been a good day. Diego lay in a lazy heap on the ground, his deep auburn stare fixed on his master. Realizing she was obviously not overly excited to see him, the Doberman growled softly to himself and closed his eyes.
The apartment wasn’t much to look at. Since Julie was short on cash, she’d taken the cheapest one available. It was dark and the floors and ceiling were made of wood. The window and door frames were slowly rotting with age and dampness. Everything was in one room. There was a kitchen, a couch and a television set by the window, a bed in one corner and a chest beside it where she kept all her clothes and other belongings. And of course there was a small separate room which served as a bathroom. A small hook was hammered into the wall behind the tacky couch where she hung her bullet straps. A rifle and AK47 stood propped up against the wall in a corner beside the TV. A tatty camo coloured knapsack lay abandoned nearby the bed. When Julie had first moved in the place was a dusty mess, but she’d managed to get rid of most of the dust and debris.
Julie heaved an annoyed sigh. After Shayne’s death, she had moved out of the apartment they’d shared for so long. She hasn’t had contact with either Hailey or Tia since, and had no idea where they were, or if they were even still alive. In an effort to forget about the past, she had returned to her job as a bounty hunter to occupy herself, and for the time being she had a little money in her pocket again. A bandaged hand supporting her forehead, she stared out into nothingness, thinking. Not about anything in particular. Just thinking. Julie remembered how she and Shayne had first met. She had just had a row with Dave, and had fled to the beach in an angered, flustered heap. Then Shayne had seen her. He came towards her and introduced himself. In turn Julie introduced herself too. They sat down together. He comforted her. She rested her head against his chest. They drew their names in the sand. That’s where it all started, and now he was dead? It just didn’t sound right to her. She’d finally found someone she could love, and then he just died? It didn’t make sense!
But since then a year and a half had passed, yet it felt like it was only yesterday. Julie frowned out into the outside world. The rain was pouring down in galleons, and the windows were smothered in water cascade from the roof. The charcoal clouded sky flashed white as lightning streaked through the atmosphere, almost like a snake strikes at its prey. Julie patted her lap and whistled for Diego. Immediately the lobes perked and the dog leapt onto the couch. He flopped down beside her, his long snout resting on her lap. Absentmindedly the woman ran her fingers through the dog’s sleek black fur. The Doberman sighed and slowly his eyes closed.
Until the clouds unrolled and you come home
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