Falling inside the black Mar 27, 2008 16:23:45 GMT -5
Post by Alex Lancaster on Mar 27, 2008 16:23:45 GMT -5
Taking the last drag of the cigarette poised in her hand, Alex puffed out a circle of smoke and watched it disappear. The air was crisp and smelled of nothing but her cigarette smoke now. She flicked the butt on the ground and stood up from her leaning position on the cemetery fence. She kept her sketchbook under one arm and walked into the cemetery. A black crow cawed from atop an old tree and made Alex look up. She watched it's shiny feathers glisten as it flexed it's wings like it was going to fly. In a half attempt to attack a second crow it lunged forward keeping it's feet connected with the branch. The other bird squawked in protest but made on its way to another dead tree.
Alex walked silently along, the silence gnawing at her. Normally she didn't like to be alone but she was pissed and didn't feel like hanging around in town. Her sketchbook and her iPod was all she brought along with her. Well her cigarettes and lighter but she always had them. As she rounded a corner she stopped when she saw the gravestone she wanted to draw. It rose up about two feet, maybe two and a half and it was covered in vines and moss. "Wow nobody likes this one much" She commented to herself.
The sun was high in the sky, signaling noon. Slowly Alex sat down, her back resting against the gravestone in front of the one she wished to draw. She listened to the chorus of caws coming from both crows, fighting with eachother most likely. The vines twisted up wards on the grave and around the top. The grave itself was some sort of shape or maybe a picture but she couldn't make it out. And old wilted rose was tangled in the vines. A nice touch. Reaching in her pocket she pulled out her iPod and put the headphones in her ear. She flipped to a good song, Wait and Bleed by Slipknot. Flipping open her sketchbook she began drawing.