“ She wanted none of those days to end,
and it was always with disappointment
that she watched the darkness stride forward. “
The streets were quiet. Fat clouds bounced overhead, blocking out the sun. A scrap of newspaper floated across the pavement and bumped into the door of a hair salon, from the window you could see somebody getting their hair cut. Every now and then a pedestrian would make their way lazily down the street, minding their own business. One of such pedestrians was a thin young woman who’s feet fell with a gentle thud as she walked along with her old film camera cradled in both her hands. She was fairly new to town having only been here for two weeks. And she was still learning how to get around. But lucky for her, she was very friendly, which went down well with the simple folk of Draycott. More often than not, you could catch her introducing herself to someone new while she was out and about doing her errands. “Hi there, I’m Lola Le Fay. I just moved into town.” The strangers she would met were always very polite and chatted to her for a short while before they both would go their separate ways. And today Lola’s path was taking her to the stake park.
When she arrived there, she sat herself up on the railing and watched the skaters zip about the concrete dunes. The grating and grinding of their wheels, and the racket of a board skidding across the ground was sounding like some strange medley. The three people that were flinging themselves around the park, with what seemed like reckless abandon, shouted jests and laughed between one another. Lola envied them a little bit, she used to do things kind of like this with her friends back in Seattle. But with less skateboarding, due to none of her friends being able to skate. She smiled fondly to herself, reminiscing about coffee shops, foreign films, and late night vinyl hunting. Those were the days. But she was here for her Dad and her sister, not for herself. A heavy sigh escaped her. Lola could have stayed in Seattle. With her friends and her job, and her school, and her mom. But she was here. And it was a little late to go back now.
“Hey guys!” The locals ceased their staking to look at the new girl who had been sitting on the railings for a while. “Do you mind if I take some pictures of you staking?” A tall girl with tattoos speckled all over her body, straightened up a bit, adjusting her black beanie on her short messy ebony hair.
“Na, your good. What do you want us to do?” She asked. Lola clasped her camera with both of her hands and raised it up to her face.
“Whatever.” At that response, the tall tattooed girl let out a huff, her sharp face adorned with a smirk. Click. She quickly lifted up her shirt showing off her right breast, and pulled a face, smushing her left eye shut and stretching her tongue to make it touch her chin. The confidence of this young woman was almost frightening. Click. Her two friends let out shouts of laughter. “Mona! You filthy bitch!” A short guy with a large septum piercing shouted. The girl who had flashed Lola threw back her head and howled with thunderous laughter. Click. She jumped onto her board and flew down the concrete bowl. It was moments like these that Lola loved capturing. The daring moments. Wild ones. A smile slowly crept onto her face as she snapped, snapped, snapped.
The air was starting to get cold, and the sky was beginning to look even darker. Lola checked her watch with a sigh. She would take a few more pictures and then start heading back home. The short guy with the large septum piercing tumbled off the rail he was grinding on, letting out a long string of what she assumed to be swear words, in a language that she assumed to be Japanese. Click. A taller buff looking guy with a mane of dark blonde hair smirked as he watched Mona cackling like a hyena at the tumbled skater, before his gaze shifted to Lola. The moment happened through the lens of her camera, and in her moment of surprise: click. He began to make his way over to Lola who was absorbed in the artful way Mona and the shorter guy were cussing one another out. However she did jump when he politely tapped her on her shoulder. “I haven’t seen you around before.” His voice was like a boom of thunder.
“Oh, yeah. I’m new to town. My family just moved here a couple weeks ago. Still have yet to find my way around town and meet people.” She gently lowered her camera. “I’m Lola.” Her hand extended in an offer to shake. Another smirk.
“I’m Léon. Nice to met you.” A firm griped shake before he returned his rough hand into the pocket of his aviator jacket. “I believe you know Mona.” He motioned to her and she was still nearly crying laughing. “And that’s Hitoshi.” The shorter guy that Mona was laughing at. Léon let out a short chuckle which caught Lola’s attention. “His name means tolerance but that is definitely not one of his strong points.” The young lady couldn’t help but chuckle at his honest and accurate remark. “May I?” He nodded at her camera, a kind and curious expression on his strong face.
“Yeah, of course.” Lola quickly scooped up her camera in a bit of a fluster, and brought up the photos she’d taken. She flicked through them and Léon’s face slowly began to shift into a warm smile. “Those are really good.” It was embarrassing for her to admit, but she really liked it when people complimented her pictures. Léon suddenly pulled out his phone and opened up Facebook. “Could you send those to me? I really like them.”
“Sure, yes!” Lola then helped him find her and add her as a friend.
As the lithe girl made her way up to her house on the hill, she paused and turned to look over the small sleepy town of Draycott. A small wisp of a smile graced her lips as she raised her camera to take a picture as the mist began to roll in from the lake. A small chilly wind nibbled at the nape of her neck. It was getting darker by the moment, and it was due to rain tomorrow. Plus if she was late to dinner, she would surely get an earful from her dad. But for now, she slowly trekked up the hill scanning through the photos she took down at the stake park. Even though she had only left it twenty minutes ago, she already felt a pull to go back. Suddenly a murder of crows burst out of the forest bellow, letting out a great chorus of caws that could be heard for miles throughout the quiet town. It made Lola jump, and she could have sworn she saw something dark moving between the trees before she resumed her walk home.