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February 27, 2000
The snow was down to a minimum. Living in New
Hampshire was always nice. Willow liked the snow,
though, it always seems to make her feel sad. The tree’s
in town square still had their Christmas lights on, no
big surprise. Groups of happy, sniffely kids held snow
ball fights to amuse themselves on their February
vacation. Willow made her way into the Cherry Tree Cafe.
Snowflakes danced about her body as she walked.
Sully sat there, reading of course. Everytime she
has hung out with him he has had a book. The past month
Willow and Sully had spent a lot of time getting to know
one another. She almost has every expression,
categorized and filed in her memory bank. Sully on the
other hand studies her eyes, how they move when asked a
personal question, how they get wide when she laughs.
The first time they spent time together was at this very
cafe, the eyes never lie he had said.
“So Willow? Where are we off to today? The museum,
movies, or the mall?” He said this with slight sarcasm.
Staring at him she noticed he was trying to read a few
lines in between talking.
“You could try not reading for a second to suggest
something more interesting to do.”
“Okay. How about the aquarium? Have you ever been
there? Great exhibits. They have sharks, and sting rays,
you’ll love it.” He smiled as he said this. Willow could
see the twinkle in his eyes, wide with excitement.
As they walked out of the cafe, Sully stared at
Willow and she walked in front of him. They took Sully’s
beat up truck. The pant job was perfect with the
exception of the driver’s side door, which had a rust
spot at the bottom. As Sully turned the ignition key the
car Sputtered a bit and eventually remained running.
Reaching over, Sully turned on the heat and tuned in to
97,4, the alternative station. Willow looked around, the
floor was spotless but the dash board was full of empty
A few minutes later Willow and Sully were headed
down Crate Ave. Neither of them spoke, Willow simply
looked out her window and watched the snow fall.
As they approached the Aquarium, Willow noticed a
few bible pages scattered on the seat beside her. She
quickly disregarded them, maybe they are his favorite
verses she thought. Though, she never figured Sully for
the religious type, anything is possible.
Inside the Aquarium Willow couldn’t believe the
beauty she saw in these creatures. The Sting Ray’s were
magnificent, gliding along, submerged in water.
Thinking, they looked like living kites, thought, more
deadly. Sully pointed out all the various types of fish
and plants. It was amazing how much he knew about the
subject. He would have been better suited working as an
oceanographer rather than a Butcher.
“How is it you know so much about this?” She asked,
her face making that suspicious look. Thought, she
wasn’t suspicious at all, just intrigued.
“I read a lot.” He laughed
“You most certainly do. Why?”
“Mostly because it takes me to another world. I
enjoy being somewhere other than reality. The mind
thinks in a different level when you escape the
systematic reasoning’s. I’m working on being able to
zone out without books or music. Sort of like a project
type deal.” Sully spoke calmly, also somewhat distant as
he gazed into the tank of sea water.
“Enough about me, what takes your mind away from the
mundane boredom of reality?” He still starred into the
tank, almost like he was lost inside it.
“I suppose music. Music is my emotion control. I
listen religiously, I’m fascinated by it. There is so
much feeling involved in creating, especially when
writing and singing. I feel like I’m there, on stage
watching...feeling. My favorite group’s are Slipknot and
Cold. Every heard of them?
“Oh yes...I am very familiar with the boys from
Iowa. Cold is a great group to, Scooter has amazing
vocal instincts.” He turned and looked at me,
expressionless. It almost felt like he was trying to see
into her head. Find her mental passion’s. Willow quickly
walked towards the Shark exhibit.
At the end of a long corridor rested the shark tank.
Looking as tall as a three story building, there were
four sharks in Willow’s view. Tiger sharks, and A few
Hammer Heads. Everytime Willow saw a shark she thought
of Jaws. The thought made her laugh, starring, at the
obviously smaller than a Great White, sharks. For some
odd reason these beast made Willow think of her uncle.
Puzzled, Willow figured she was just missing him.
“Are you okay?” Sully said, putting a strong boney hand
on her shoulder.