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by Susan

Email: touchstone98@tx.rr.com
Classification: a post-movie prose thingie
Movie: I Want to Believe
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Disclaimer: On paper, these characters aren't 
mine. In my head, they are.

Notes: Real life stuff has gotten in the way 
a lot lately, and writing hasn't really been 
an option for me, but tonight was one of those 
nights I just *needed* to write something. 
Having recently caught the last 15 minutes of 
I Want to Believe on TV the other day, this 
little moment in time popped into my head and 
wouldn't let go until I wrote it down.:)

Summary: on a quiet saturday morning
         they watch each other

~~~~

from the porch he watches her

the long strands of her hair
slightly blowing in the breeze
her hand occasionally 
wiping the sweat from her brow

she's tending to her flowers
leaning forward on her knees
one gloved hand pressing on the dirt
the other gently brushing
cobwebs off the petals

it calms him
watching her do something so simple
so normal
and yet he still wishes what he always wishes

that he could give her more 

~~~~

from the garden she watches him

catching a glimpse of him
out of the corner of her eye
each time she moves to a new flower

his long legs stretched out on the porch
his hands holding a book he's pretending to read
she knows he worries about what she needs
about what he thinks he's not giving her

and yet she knows what she has

out here in their yard
on a quiet saturday morning
surrounded by her flowers
and loved by her man

she already has more


~end

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Originally posted September 2014.