A Story in Progress

Seeing as I've been too busy (or lazy) to write/edit new posts, I think it's best if I just post snippets of my past works, randomly. Here's a story in progress. Enjoy!

           Sade felt the cool breeze caress her face. She loved this place, always have. The tall palm trees, the gentle sound of the water, the angry waves dashing against the rocks. This is home as she knows it. Everything was so familiar and in-place. That’s why she had always itched for this place; that’s why she came back home. Not that her life here was particularly great it’s just something about the beach that made her miss it whenever she was away. After the demise of her fathers, her uncles’ had greedily split her father’s large estate, leaving her with just enough to see her through school abroad. But they left untouched, her father’s estate outside the country. They probably didn’t know how to get their hands on it else, they would have taken it too or probably her guardian angel kept it out of their greedy minds.

            She smiled at the thought of a guardian angel protecting her. It was something her father used to tell her when she was little and he would take her to the beach, to “clear their minds and get a better perspective on things” he would say “for every kid in this world, there is a guardian angel, making things right.” She used to believe him but after the accident, she was so sure her guardian angel had gone awol and even if he was alive, he probably wasn’t interested in her anymore. She still missed her father. Maybe that’s why she loved coming to the beach so much it reminded her of her father and the kind of life they lived. He had a calm disposition; an easy gait; he was never in a hurry and he always had the right answer to her questions.

            Often she wondered where he was now, heaven or hell or just floating somewhere in space. They didn’t really talk about things like that. She tried not talk about death to him after that particular day. She was still in primary school then and the class teacher had read to them a story about death and the travelers or something like that. While they were preparing dinner that evening, she asked him what death meant and he had reacted strangely, he couldn’t give the right answer. He just kept on mumbling but she could make out the words ‘mother’ and ‘bad’ of course dinner was a disaster that day. The next morning before dropping her off at school, he told her that death is a bad thing and that she should not think about it. Since then, she hadn’t given much thought to it but after the crash, she often thought about it. She even searched the internet for answers but none was satisfactory. They often said stuff about God, heaven, hell, the afterlife and all that but none was satisfactory. She couldn’t believe that there existed a God who would just take people’s lives like that. It all sounded like a myth to her.