Memories

"Despite the fact that I have the luxury of a bathtub here I Rochefort, toting water inside in the Louisiana heat just seems to defeat the purpose. So, like many others from Lower Rochefort, I wind up here at the river..."

 

"I don't really mind. For most of the time I was with the 116th after the Old World collapsed, and all the times since when I was travelling alone over what used to be Southern America - matters of personal cleanliness were handled at convenient rivers, streams and ponds. Three years ago this would have felt barbaric, but now the cool water swirling around my legs and the quacking of the ducks playing over by the shoreline feels strangely soothing."

 

"When I swirl the clear now-unpolluted water between my fingers, it seems like the rippling waters are much like my life lately; suddenly disturbed - but quickly settling into a new normal that completely conceals and ripple of what came before...."

 

"I try not to remember the happy moments after the Fall, splashing and playing with my sort-of-adopted son Trey and his mother in a small stream, teaching the boy the beginnings of how to hunt so he could help feed our now-gone settlement at Ruby Falls, doing my usual job of treating our wounded or ill soldiers and civilians with the boy's mother occasionally making faces at me when I got too serious."

 

"That's all gone now, vanished like the ripples my body creates here in the water. All gone, leaving me with memories of lost companions and the sound of the water and the crickets humming"

 

"Its been a long day, but night is coming..."

Done