Sparkle
by Kat
jess knew she had crossed some kind of forbidden line with katie just then. for once in her life, she let her anger & hurt take over, saying all the things she was feeling. only those where the things she'd ended up regretting for a big part of her life. even though jess had only known katie for a short while, she knew her well enough to know she had to find her & talk things out. the sooner, the better. before something worse happened.
in almost a frantic rush, jessie jogged back toward's jazz's office to get her bag, but before she could make her exit, jazz stopped her.
"jazz, what are you doing? get out of my way please. i need to go find katie!"
"first we need to talk."
"can't we just talk later? i really should go & try to find katie."
finally, the light bulb turned on in jazz's head. "oh.my.god. kathryn's really katie!"
"wow jazz, you're just NOW figuring that out?!"
"your mom told me about her, i just never put the two together. man, if i would have known that, i would have never given her a job."
"wait, she works here?"
"duh. didn't you see her uniform on her?"
"i guess i just wasn't paying attention." she paused. "hold on a minute jazz. you & my mom were talking about my love life?!"
"well, not exactly; it just sort of came up, in general conversation. and besides, it's not like we were back-talking you or anything. your mom knows how much i care about you & she just wanted to update me on your life." "well-said," jazz thought.
"if you care about me so much, then why did i never so much as hear from you for the past few months? huh?"
jessie's anger was coming from every which way & latching out to anyone who dared to cross it's wrath of deadly fire. it wasn't so much that she was upset with jazz, although to some extent she was, but her anger & sudden hostility was not intentionally aimed properly.
"hey," jazz spoke softly as she approached her close but distant friend. "i'm on your side here. all your mom said was that something happened between you & katie & maybe i could help to -"
"-to pick up the pieces?" jessie wasn't amused. jazz was speechless. quite frankly, so was jessie. she started pacing back & forth, mumbling to herself, then to jazz, though not directly.
"how could she? seriously. does she think i'm incapable of handling my own love life? of course, be the perfect little matchmaker & set me up with an older, wiser lesbian to help meant the pieces of my poor, little, pathetic heart," before jazz could begin to form any resonance of sound, jessie stopped her simply with a quick "don't" before continuing her train of thought. "god, sometimes i just don't know what to think!"
meanwhile...
katie drove through the lacking plethera of drooping dark green trees, completely stunned by the events of only a few short hours ago gone by. without even realizing it, she was now headed in the direction of her mother's old cabin in benedict's falls. having never driven there alone before, she somehow managed the trip without getting lost.
the places we are meant to see, we shall be there without ever fully realize it's impact on our future.
as she parked her car just off the beaten pathway of sand & stone, she headed towards the dark mahoghony colored building. with it's deep emerald shaded moss, slowly creeping up the western side. numbed by the sudden chills running through the still rooms, katie managed to start a small fire in the fireplace to stay warm, even though she felt the dead of cold deep inside. resting somewhat comfortably at the foot of the old couch, wrapped with a blanket & a pad of paper with pen, she began to write, hoping all of the dependent clauses & adverbial phrases in her head would manage to make sense once written down.
as the pen willed it's way towards the pages, like it was meant to all come bitterly beautiful together, letters quickly turned into words, words into paragraphs, & paragraphs into such remarkable insights filled with such depth, wisdom & character to make anyone start to cry. tears slowly drained from katie's mentally exhausted body as part of her knew that this could very well be the last thing she ever wrote.