WRITER'S BLOCK

A Little Part of Myself With a Dash of Wishful Thinking

She stopped halfway through her walk to look for that one black and white cat that hadn't warmed up to her yet, while also greeting the crows on the telephone poles above. Ash continued to pass the lumberyard and breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of damp wood.

Finally Ash had arrived at her soft blue house. She was breathless, accidentally walking with more briskness than she was used to. She opened the old, white picket fence then entered the warm house, only warm because of the fireplace that her mother kept going all day. It would be cold upstairs, so instead of her room she decided she need to be outside more. By now it had stopped raining but the fog from the coast still clung to the monstrous, green hills filled with the tall pine trees.

"I'm home!" Ash called, "Anyone here? Mom! Hallooo? Nooo?"

It was what she usually did before going upstairs to see if she was taking a nap or had gone out. She was to tired to climb the steep stairs just to come back down, so she slid her heavy bag onto the still cold kitchen floor (it was never warm) and wrote a quick note that she was going on a walk for a while. She had her phone, but she doubted her mother would have noticed a new text message. Still, Ash sent a text as well.

She then grabbed her small jug of water out of the fridge and debated on whether she'd go to the almost always empty park next door or the majestic graveyard a street away.

(A.N. I feel like I just started a stimulation game xD But seriously, up until now you have read a part of my life and from now on it will be purely fantasy.)

The loud small people at the nursery next to the park made the decision easy. Ash needed quiet. 

She put an earbud in her ear, playing some soft music on as she strolled across the street, turned a corner and reached the gate. The sign to the right reminded her that no one was allowed in the graveyard after six. That left her with a whole three hours.

Ash turned her music of both out of respect and wanting to enjoy the sounds around her.

She hiked up the steep hill, almost getting stuck in the old maze-like landscape. Twenty minutes later with aching legs, she reached her spot.

It was her spot not because she knew any of the dead, but because it was at the top of the cemetery, near the tall pines, and she was facinated by the one grave that was placed a little out of the natural borders of the graveyard.

She felt as though she found the end of the maze. The goal.

She sat on the deteriorating bench and pulled out a notebook and pencil from her jacket pocket.

(A.N. I totally lied. The above part is still an accurate piece of my life. NOW I start the fantasy...
Not that you care :P)

In no time at all, two hours had passed and Ash guiltily remembered that she had a load of homework to do and her 'walk' was long done.

"Bye." Ash smiled brightly to her surroundings, talking to the place rather than a person.

As she left, she could have sworn the wind had whispered her bye with its own.

She was back the next day. It was good for her health and had improved her mood. She concluded that the trip should be a part of her schedule.

The following day, and the day after that, she continued her visits.

A month had passed. And then three more went by. Ash had somehow graduated.

Her visits involved more talking aloud the more she came. She talked mostly of nonsense, spouting everything that came into her mind.