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His first port of call that morning had been cooking up a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs for his mother. After all, they do say that ‘change starts at home’, and not only was it sure to do his mother some good (thereby lessening Sam’s constant, niggling worry for her), he figured it was also bound to bring about some good karma for him at some point. His simple offering was met with an emotional outburst - heaving sobs of appreciation threatened to tip the plate from her hands, while streaming tears of gratitude poured down her rapidly ageing, but smiling face, spilling onto the eggs and making the bacon go soggy. She managed about half of it, her shrunken stomach no longer able to deal with anything larger than a child’s portion, before quickly slipping back into sleep, almost slumping face first into her plate. Sam tucked his mother lovingly back in, beaming at what he’d managed to achieve. While it may not have seemed like much to an outsider, Sam knew he was already making some serious positive progress - his mother had eaten breakfast, wasn’t puking or drinking (yet), and had even managed a brief smile - an expression he hadn’t seen on her face in 8 long months. He vowed there and then to try and start every day in a similar fashion.
The panoramic mountain drive had been even more spectacular and invigorating than he’d expected. The beads of morning dew, not quite lifted from their delicate perch on the blades of grass, sparkled and glinted a myriad of colors in the hot morning sun, morphing every field and playground in the valley below into a breathtaking carpet of jewels and diamonds. Sam basked in all these wonderful, normal, human feelings that radiated through his body, feelings like joy, pride, hope and love, feelings that he had ardently missed over these past months.
He had the stereo blasting once more –
“What a beautiful day (hey hey)
What a beautiful day
And nothing is impossible
In my all powerful mind.”
“Couldn’t have put it better myself.” Sam spoke to the empty car, raising an imaginary glass towards the radio.
He pulled in to the College car park with just over half an hour to spare, and drove straight across the empty tarmac towards the very top corner, as far away from the main road and entrance as he possibly could. Now that he had arrived, the nerves began to set in, but not the grim, misery-inducing nerves that he was used to. Instead, Sam was experiencing the thrilling tickle of boyish butterflies fluttering in stomach at the thought of being able to speak to his enigma girl once more. He was so wrapped up in his excitement and anticipation that it took him a few minutes to spot the billowing clouds of smoke drifting across the tops of the hedges of the smoking area to his right. Hooks of intrigue dug themselves into his flesh and tugged him out of the safety of his car, pulling him towards the cordoned off area for reasons he wasn’t entirely sure of. He took a few cautious steps towards the overgrown entrance, and the hot, still air was suddenly thick with the heady smell of cannabis smoke. The hooks dug deeper, forces unknown pushing and pulling him towards the source of the aroma. He was just a few feet away from the entrance of the smoking area when he heard the faint, metallic, crunching and grinding sound of a lighter mechanism breaking, followed by a faint female voice proclaiming -
“Shit! Shit shit shit!”
He tentatively took the last few steps, carefully peeking around the edge of the hedgerow so as not to reveal himself. His peeping eyes quickly located the source of the smell and the swearing, and a lot sooner than he expected, he was confronted with his second chance. His beautiful enigma girl was perched on the bin in the corner, brow furrowed in concentration as she tried in vain to get her broken lighter to spark just long enough to re-light
His first port of call that morning had been cooking up a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs for his mother. After all, they do say that ‘change starts at home’, and not only was it sure to do his mother some good (thereby lessening Sam’s constant, niggling worry for her), he figured it was also bound to bring about some good karma for him at some point. His simple offering was met with an emotional outburst - heaving sobs of appreciation threatened to tip the plate from her hands, while streaming tears of gratitude poured down her rapidly ageing, but smiling face, spilling onto the eggs and making the bacon go soggy. She managed about half of it, her shrunken stomach no longer able to deal with anything larger than a child’s portion, before quickly slipping back into sleep, almost slumping face first into her plate. Sam tucked his mother lovingly back in, beaming at what he’d managed to achieve. While it may not have seemed like much to an outsider, Sam knew he was already making some serious positive progress - his mother had eaten breakfast, wasn’t puking or drinking (yet), and had even managed a brief smile - an expression he hadn’t seen on her face in 8 long months. He vowed there and then to try and start every day in a similar fashion.
The panoramic mountain drive had been even more spectacular and invigorating than he’d expected. The beads of morning dew, not quite lifted from their delicate perch on the blades of grass, sparkled and glinted a myriad of colors in the hot morning sun, morphing every field and playground in the valley below into a breathtaking carpet of jewels and diamonds. Sam basked in all these wonderful, normal, human feelings that radiated through his body, feelings like joy, pride, hope and love, feelings that he had ardently missed over these past months.
He had the stereo blasting once more –
“What a beautiful day (hey hey)
What a beautiful day
And nothing is impossible
In my all powerful mind.”
“Couldn’t have put it better myself.” Sam spoke to the empty car, raising an imaginary glass towards the radio.
He pulled in to the College car park with just over half an hour to spare, and drove straight across the empty tarmac towards the very top corner, as far away from the main road and entrance as he possibly could. Now that he had arrived, the nerves began to set in, but not the grim, misery-inducing nerves that he was used to. Instead, Sam was experiencing the thrilling tickle of boyish butterflies fluttering in stomach at the thought of being able to speak to his enigma girl once more. He was so wrapped up in his excitement and anticipation that it took him a few minutes to spot the billowing clouds of smoke drifting across the tops of the hedges of the smoking area to his right. Hooks of intrigue dug themselves into his flesh and tugged him out of the safety of his car, pulling him towards the cordoned off area for reasons he wasn’t entirely sure of. He took a few cautious steps towards the overgrown entrance, and the hot, still air was suddenly thick with the heady smell of cannabis smoke. The hooks dug deeper, forces unknown pushing and pulling him towards the source of the aroma. He was just a few feet away from the entrance of the smoking area when he heard the faint, metallic, crunching and grinding sound of a lighter mechanism breaking, followed by a faint female voice proclaiming -
“Shit! Shit shit shit!”
He tentatively took the last few steps, carefully peeking around the edge of the hedgerow so as not to reveal himself. His peeping eyes quickly located the source of the smell and the swearing, and a lot sooner than he expected, he was confronted with his second chance. His beautiful enigma girl was perched on the bin in the corner, brow furrowed in concentration as she tried in vain to get her broken lighter to spark just long enough to re-light
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