Tried to make something sad and kinda wild westy. I feel like i failed, but at least i tried.
They stood together. Nine and Ten. Girl and Boy.
One step. Bare feet, lightly lowering on dusted earth.
Two step. Auburn hair, whipping past freckled faces.
Three step. Sun dampened clothes, stuck to bodies.
Four step. Charcoaled hair, twirling before chocolate eyes.
Five step. Two hearts, beating in frantic unison.
A twist, a turn. Bang, bang.
She lies down upon, that dusted earth. He always wins.
He kneels next to her. His light hands pretending to close her eyes, as if dead. She laughs, in innocent delight. He smiles back.
She stands back up. “Good shot, my Gunslinger” Smiling with brightened humour. “Another go?” He says.
7 Years later.
They sat close together. Black weather brought down hell from the heavens.
Freckled faces, Charcoal Auburn, mirrored in rippled darkness.
Splash, splash.
Fat raindrops, mixed, hidden behind tears. She sniffed.
He stared. Knowing but not showing.
Two hearts, one broken, one beating to a different sound.
Silence, forced by pain.
Hardened boots, leaving a broken life.
20 Years later.
They stood apart. 5 Steps to be precise. 36 and 37. Women and Man.
“Remember when we used to play.” She says. The setting sun, shimmers red round her shape. A red gleam wrapped in leather, strapped at her side.
“I remember.” He says. His wide brimmed hat, shadowing his eyes. The red sun glimmering off a tin star. His metal shine holstered at his side. Mirroring hers in all but intention.
“Then why, are we here.” She says. Hands lay at her side, resting.
“Because of you.” He says. Hands coiled, hovering.
“I wasn't the one who left, was I?” Her eyebrows arched and questioning.
“That’s just an excuse, and you know it” He says eyebrows furrowed, focussed.
“You didn’t come here to talk, I can tell.” She says. Her auburn hair, rustled by an innocent breeze.
“No.” He says. Charcoaled hair, hidden behind tough leather.
BANG! BANG!
She falls, kneeling then laying upon the dusted earth. Face illuminated by the red sun. Crimson pools spreading over ruffled white cloth.
He kneeled at her side, his hardened hands closing fluttering eyelids. Two hearts beating as one. One heart stops, the other carries on doing what it must.
Hardened boots, leaving a broken body.
