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Post by sammikay on Nov 5, 2015 21:28:37 GMT -5
Leonardo Brannon
The quiet of the moment stretched in his hairy ears. "I'm standing," he muttered, voice thick with tears as he looked to the frail woman beside him who had acted as his nurse for this past month. "Yeah, you are!" she answered back, and he could tell by her tears that this moment was just as special to her as it was to him.
He looked down, and instead of seeing his pants go down to his suede shoes, he saw only one leg, the other ending just a little past the knee. He swallowed, wondering when it would be that he'd get used to that sight. After over 70 years with a leg, when could you get used to it being gone? Heart thudding, the man smiled and let a few tears run from his dark eyes. "I'm standing," he repeated, shoulders shaking with tears that overcame him. Gramps was finally standing and moving again after a month of being taken care of by everyone in the camp. "The Lord has done a miracle," he said to no one in particular, casting his gaze to the bright sky. After so long in the caves, the sunlight on his cheeks warmed him thoroughly.
Leo brushed the tears from his freckled cheek, leaning heavily on the crutch that he and the makeshift nurse had been working on for the past two weeks. He had believed that it would work, but not this quickly. He was up and stumbling around for the first time since being pulled from that wreckage. He had been nothing but a burden, but now he could be part of this community. Sure, he wouldn't be the greatest member with his age and his position, but he could try.
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Post by Bear on Nov 11, 2015 14:23:55 GMT -5
And if we should die tonight Then we should all die together Raise a glass of wine for the last time Attie was being… well, she was being Attie. She rose with the sun and dug into her cinch bag for the hard bristled brush she had found on the beach. It had been a month now, and the idea of taking things from those who had passed wasn’t quiet as awful anymore. It’s not like they would be using it anyway. Right? Right. After working through her greasy locks she took out the pale pink lip shade and applied it sparingly – today was going to be a good day. She could just feel it.
Then again, at the start of a day, Attie always predicted it would be a good one. She didn’t have the heart for pessimism or the mind for sarcastic snark; no, Attie was optimistic to the core – to a fault. She stood and pulled her sundress down, attempting, in vein, to iron out some of the wrinkles with her dirty palms. A small defeated sigh escaped her as she realized it was doing no good.
People were surly active today! She watched as a group of young men descended from the cave, spears in hand, ready to go out and fish; or, hunt monkeys – an innovative idea that had Attie feeling like a kid in a candy shop. Atticus thought of the two story, old fashioned candy shop that sat nestled on the corner of fifth and sorral back home. She and her siblings rushing there after school to cash in their allowance money on jaw breakers the size of baseballs.
She too stood and began to leave the cave. Their network of shelters were almost apartment like. People separated by rock walls instead of piled on top of each other- it was almost homey. Attie had made connections with a couple of the people within her own sanctuary, but for the most part she stayed to herself. The sun was hung high already, the warmth from it shining down on them give God a paintbrush she thought as she took in the puffy white clouds and the pristine blue of the sky.
She looked back to scan the other cave mouths, she was a bit of a snoop and was curious if life in the other caves was similar to life in her own. She couldn’t imagine that it would be much different, but she still wondered. Maybe there was a cave full of artists and they would begin mushing berries to paint the cave walls – Attie would want to be a part of that community. It was a silly thought, she told herself. Besides, any berries would be better used as food for their community, rather than enrichment for their minds.
She caught a glimpse of a man she hadn’t seen before, a rare thing now a days. Most people were recognizable if not by name, then at least by face, but Attie had no recollection of either for this man. His words rang in her ears The Lord has done a miracle, her heart swam with happiness for the stranger. And she found herself drawn towards him, a smile wide on her face as she approached.
His face still held the remnants of the tear streaks that worked their way down his face, it was clear that he had been struggling. An amputee stuck in a miserable position. And yet here he was proclaiming the glory of the Lord. Now this was a man that Attie could hang out with. She pushed her freshly brushed locks away from her face as she drew closer her vocals rolling off of her tongue softly He is good, He is good indeed Brother!
Attie wasn’t one to preach towards other people, in fact, she hadn’t spoken of her faith at all in the last month. Sure, she had conversations with God – a constant dialog, but not with anybody on the island. After all, the thought of thanking an all-powerful being, one that most people blamed for their current situation, after all that they had been through might have been a little bit too much for some people. In situations like this, most people were looking for someone, or something, to blame. Not somebody to praise for the awesomeness.
Attie closed her eyes for a brief second and thanked the Lord. She wasn’t sure what miracle he had performed, be it had certainly had an effect on this man, he seemed to be so moved. It was humbling. Sir, I’m Atticus Farvo
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Post by sammikay on Nov 17, 2015 19:44:19 GMT -5
Leonardo Brannon
Leo grappled with illness, with disease, and with trauma. He had gone through so much heartache with the healing process. He had been so lucky, so blessed, to have been pulled from the wreckage. He would have surely bled out if he hadn't. He couldn't remember the man who had stopped the bleeding, his body having gone into tremendous shock already. But, he had been taken care of and had survived losing his leg in the crash. He had been able to pull through one of the hardest situations in his entire life on this island.
He continued praising God in his head, so happy that in this moment, he was standing. He was doing something he didn't think possible. He was going to die in that cave with only a leg and a half. But, by the mercy of God, he had been able to pull through after the help of so many.
He staggered on his leg and the crutch, the white beard of his itching as he scratched it. "I can't thank you enough," he said to the frail woman beside him before touching his calloused hands to his forehead, his heart, his left shoulder, and finally he right. He could not believe that this moment was real. He had to be dreaming. But, he hadn't dreamed the entire time on this island, why would it have started now?
He looked up at the answer to him. A wide smile grew across his face, the white very bright against his dark lips. He had yet to find someone young who had been interested in his love for God. He had been reading his bible out loud, but usually it had been the fellow elders and some children that had gathered for story time. Leo balanced himself and extended his hand out to the young woman. "Well, Miss Atticus, it is a pleasure to meet you," he said with a bright smile. He couldn't believe in this moment that he was up. For the first time in a month, he had a chance. "I'm Leo," he offered to her, crows feet branching out from his happy eyes.
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