Date Posted:20:22:43 04/12/03 Sat Author: Erica Subject: .the thing I love. In reply to:
.owen.
's message, ".doing.the.thing.you.love." on 20:16:57 04/12/03 Sat
As she slows the horse her eyes lock with that little space of infield, right where her brother had fallen years ago. The fence was unbroken, the grass had regrown, the blood wasn't there - it looked as if it'd never happened. See, Erica had a demon, and it haunted her every time she walked onto the track or into the barn - her brother was there, lurking.. instead of striding into the sunlight and laughingly telling her what she'd done wrong. She simply sits on the horse next to that spot near the 1/2 mile marker, her head sort of bowed as a few tears escape those big brown eyes. Her father was dead, but nothing could ever bring back her brother, and that.. hurt.
