Write Down To It

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Stacy heard the cracking of gravel up above where her car was parked. Turning her head back toward the parking area she saw a dark colored car pulling up directly next to her vehicle. The thought never occurred to Stacy that any one else knew about this serene getaway. The driver of the car turned off the engine and the bright lights that were blinding Stacy. A few minutes passed and as she stood there, Stacy didn't think it was good idea to be standing out in the open being watched. She decided it was time to go and it felt like the sky was about to open up anyway, so Stacy turned around and headed back up to her car. Just then the driver side door to the other vehicle opened up, and a medium built silhouette stepped out. Frozen in mid step Stacy couldn't make out if the figure was male or not. Glancing down to her travel size mace attached to her key chain then back up to the figure, she wished whoever it was would try something. She never gotten the chance to use the spray and the thought of using it on someone of the male persuasion tonight brought a smile to Stacy's face. Continuing to make her way back up to the car; to get to the beach there was a sloped walkway the path was clear you just had to make sure to keep your balance. As she got level to the parking area, Stacy noticed the driver was a woman, her hair was out and it was blowing freely in the night wind. Relaxing a bit Stacy continued on to her car, the other female driver was staring out to the sea and it looked like she was washed away in tears. You couldn't see all that well being that this area wasn't exactly a public place and there was no lighting of any kind except for the glow of the moonlight. Then Stacy heard the sniffles and it was confirmed that this unexpected guest was crying. Not knowing whether to just get in her car and drive off or try and talk to this woman, Stacy stood by her driver's side door contemplating. Then something hit Stacy, maybe this woman might be here to end her life and Stacy just could not live with herself if she saw this woman moments before her death and did nothing to prevent it. Not really knowing what to say to break the ice,

"Um not to be nosey or anything but are you okay, I noticed you were crying" said Stace softly.

The teary-eyed woman looked over and said "Thank you for asking, life just isn't treating me kindly right now."

"I know I'm a complete stranger, but would you like to talk about it?" Stacy didn't know what the hell she was doing, this woman could be some kind of nut job and she was bending conversation with her.

Giving Stacy the once over the stranger said between sniffles "I didn't know...anyone knew about this place, it's so well hidden." There was a delay and the woman looked down and said barely above a whisper, "My girlfriend and I just ended our 5 year relationship" the stranger confessed.

Taken aback Stacy just didn't know what to say now. If this intruder said her and her boyfriend just broke up Stacy could handle that, male bashing was very easy at the moment. But a lesbian relationship was foreign and Stacy was kind of uncomfortable now. Shifting from one foot to another "I'm sorry to hear that, well this is the best place to come and think and vent to the world" proclaimed Stacy. Reaching for the car handle she was about to make her way into the car when the stranger said,

"My name is Iris by the way and if you don't mind I would really like someone to talk to. People say it's good to talk to strangers, they can see things more clearly than you could. And I just can't understand what went wrong" she rambled. Stacy thought about the bible but told her mind not to go there. Shaking the thought out of her head and releasing the door handle Stacy walked over to Iris, but she made sure to leave at least 3 feet between them. "Uh, I guess we can talk and my name is Stacy", damn it she thought to her self. If she tries anything or gets too close I am so using this mace, Stacy said to herself and secretly hoping the rain would hurry up and come down. Another thing she would have to call her mother about, raising her kids to be polite and kind-hearted. Stacy looked over to Iris and waited for the broken-heart story to come.

Until next week...