The setting of the sun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two teens learn not to underestimate the power of sunsets and loved ones.

Submitted: December 04, 2009

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Submitted: December 04, 2009



As the autumn wind blew from the east and the brown leaves danced across the wet grass Davis sat at the foot of a gravestone weeping silently. The evening glow of the setting sun reflected brightly off the polished marble headstone, illuminating the words that lay etched in the stone.
Here Lies Jennifer Santos
A Loving Mother and a Great Friend
Never Forget The Sunsets.
Mom always loved sunsets didn’t she?” whispered a soft voice.
Davis looked up from his position on the ground and smiled weakly at his sister.
“Yeah she did. She said that…that…” a strangled moan escaped his lips before he was silent again.
“Hey, its ok bro,” his sister said as she sat down and wrapped her arms around him.
Together they cried as the sun began to sink further into its protective cocoon. The air became colder and the wind grew more restless, blowing harder in its agitation. Dark storm clouds began to slowly creep over the graveyard, as if not wanting to protrude on the private moment below. However, something happened that day that couldn’t be explained. For instead of admitting to defeat and setting, the sun began to shine brighter and brighter. The hues of red, brown, and orange, so small and blasé on their own began to merge together into one glorious ball of light.
Davis and his sister watched in awe as the dark storm clouds began to move away from the graveyard. The clouds traveled farther and farther until they were just a speck on the horizon. Davis ran a hand through his blonde hair as a lone tear rolled down his cheek. He sniffed and cleared his throat as he watched the sun dip below the skyline.
“Hey Jessica, do you remember that conversation we had with mom before she died?”
Jessica closed her eyes before answering, “Yeah I do. We were sitting around her hospital bed and you were crying because she told you she was dying. I tried to…I tried to tell her that maybe…I don’t know…maybe she could hold on just a little bit longer. She laughed and said we could always visit her.
“Hey I didn’t cry that much.” exclaimed Davis as he closed his eyes as well. The memory was coming back to him and he wanted to visualize the scene better.
 “Ok, maybe I did cry a little bit. But I didn’t really break down until she answered my question. Remember when I asked her how I was supposed to visit her in the graveyard when it rains? She sort of smiled and said she’d find a way to keep the clouds away. And just a few minutes ago…the clouds…and the sunset…it was incredible.
“Well little bro, mom always kept her promises.”
After a few minutes the two teens stood up and stared one last time at the headstone. Davis reached into his pocket and pulled out a daisy that he had picked on his way to the graveyard. He placed it lightly upon the grass before walking away. Copying his movements Jennifer pulled out a folded piece of paper and placed it beside the daisy. The piece of paper had a poem written on it but in the darkness only the title Sunset was seen.
The long bus ride home was pretty uneventful and Davis found himself crying silently as he head lay against the cold glass window.
“Mom…,” he whimpered, “Come back to me. Come back to us.”

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