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Rose Newhall

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With Spring Comes... (Adrian)

24 March 2016 - 11:34 PM

The football stands, in spring, were quiet, right now anyway.  Track was usually here but apparently the track team was at some away meet.  Rose knew because she checked; she liked to know when the stands would be quiet and she could come out here and think.    Having a dorm room to herself meant that she could always be alone there but dorms were rarely quiet, except late at night, and even then not always.


No, this was perfect, and a nice day.  The first real spring like day that they had had in a while.  March was an odd month in Colorado; one moment it could be 70, the next you could start to feel flurries falling on you.  The next day you could be under a blizzard watch.  However, the closer it got to April the more it felt like winter was finally letting spring in. 



Normally, out here the woman would be drawing or writing in her journal, something she had taken to lately.  She might be trying to capture the moments with the birds and other natural elements on film but as it stood right now, she was talking to her mother on the phone.  Her cell had rung to interrupt her quiet.   Her journal sat closed, with a pen marking where she had left off and her drawing pad lay underneath.  Her backpack that went most places with her lay unopened on the other side of her.  Rose in the middle of her things but they didn’t make her feel trapped; no that distinction lay with the woman on the other end of the phone.



”No, Mother.”  A pause.  ”Yes, Mother.”  Another break.  ”I already said I would… you don’t have to….  Yes…Good bye.”  If anyone had heard the exchange; it might have sounded like a business deal than a call between mother and her daughter.  Rose’s voice sounding more defeated than upset.  It was just another day in her life, after all, a life she felt very little control over, at times.  As she clicked off her phone; a sign left her lips before she gazed out upon the field.