Saturday, May 24, 2008

509. Wrong Question

T: One thing I don't quite understand.

K: What would that be?

T: You. Here. After all you've done. Seeing you just, here.

K: Got to be somewhere.

T: I mean, after what you did on Kulmyk. Just seems like you should be somewhere . . .

K: More important?

T: Yes.

K: Changing the universe, perhaps?

T: Yeah, something like that. Something other than just standing on a beach looking out over the ocean. Something other than talking to me.

K: Perhaps.

T: So?

K: So what?

T: So why here?

K: Maybe 'here' is the wrong question.

7 comments:

Autumn Storm said...

She is an absolutely adorable itch is our Kyra, I can almost see 'T' with two tiny vertical lines between his brows as he steps up a pace. Loving the story at the moment, well, as you know I am always loving the story, but it just has such a wonderful still-standing feel at the moment, a floating on ones back under the warmth of the sun kind of feel, relaxed, un-rushed, hushed. Hot stuff. :-)

Trée said...

Sunshine, that is a wonderful way to see where we are at the moment. Of course the question is, if not 'here' then what? The question of course is 'who.' Perhaps she is 'here' because of a 'who.' Maybe she's working with Obama's staff. And maybe her work is almost done so she is ready to move on. ;-)

I was tempted to have her respond that she was there for T. And to have her say that to change a single person was to change the universe. Or something to that effect. :-D

Autumn Storm said...

She'd be right too. :-D And what a wonderful tie-up that would be, all the while, the story being told for purpose and reason so that it might, as it has without a doubt, given food for thought, opened hearts, sowed and spread love and taught a lesson or twelve. :-) Sweet dreams, my lovely, x

Trée said...

You know, I think I'm missing those wonderful days of Papa and Kyra at Valla. Have a wonderful day Sweetest. :-)

Autumn Storm said...

Like the sweetest of memories held tight, Valla with Papa and Kyra is never far away.
There's something else your story has given, many a sweet memory to cherish and relive.

Thank you, you too, H

j said...

Got to be Somewhere.

That's nice.

I like the idea of writing one's self into a story that appeals!

Rain here. And I have to drive in it. :(

But I've got to be some where. :)

Jen

Trée said...

Drive safe. The dust bunnies would never be the same if something happened to you. :-)