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musesandlyrics | 1.21. Lasso lyrics
1.21. Forever is a long long time
When you lost your way
'Lasso' - Phoenix
Rob sat on the hood of his car, a half drunk cup of coffee nursed in his hands as he stared at a couple of cows standing under a tree in the paddock across the road. Home from his posting in Iraq yet again, and back in Littlerock. The only problem was, it didn't feel like 'home' anymore. In fact, being in the town alone where everyone seemed to know everyone else had aggravated him so much, he got in his car and just drove, finding himself halfway between Littlerock and the next town over before he stopped the car on the side of the road and got out for some fresh air. It was a quiet country road which saw little traffic and was hugged between surrounding paddocks of nearby farms. It was peaceful, and peace was what he needed to try and isolate some of the thoughts swirling around in his head.
Apparently Ellie was still 'out of town', according to an old friend of Rob's parents. It took all of Rob's self-control not to snort and respond with 'Thank fuck'. He assumed she was still on the race, but he couldn't find it in himself to really care either way. He was still bitter about it, but he didn't want to be one of those jilted husbands who grew into cranky assholes because their wife did the dirty on them. He had to be the bigger person here or it would eat him alive. He still had the tan line on his ring finger from the wedding ring. That was enough of a reminder of what went down. Littlerock was his home, but somehow along the way, his cheating bitch of an ex-wife had even screwed that comfort over for him. Ellie wasn't here, but her family was. Their irritating 'concern' over his well-being was nauseating. He was tempted to bang his head against the supermarket wall when he bumped into her sister. 'Ellie didn't meant to hurt you, Rob. She just couldn't cope without you.'
Rob downed the last tepid mouthful of coffee and crushed the cup in his fist. He didn't know how 'not coping' led to her spreading her legs for another guy's dick. He knew it wasn't easy with him being deployed for so long, but come on! She knew he was Military when she married him. Hell, she knew there was a war in Iraq because he just got home from his first posting there. But all that wasn't even the hardest part to swallow. It was the fact she used him, and lied to him, and led him to the ultimate disloyalty of his service, all for that stupid fucking race.
And being here in Littlerock just stirred up too many unsettled feelings for him to welcome being home. His parents were here, sure. But they understood his restlessness. It was never easy for him to transition back into hometown life after fighting on the frontline in a war. Now, however, his marriage had been destroyed and following the court-martial, it was probably more than time for a change. He had sat with his Mom in the kitchen late the night before, sharing fresh baked cookies and a pot of tea together. The gesture from his childhood had made him smile, but his mother knew he was discontent. 'I'm putting in for a transfer, Mom. I'm going to speak to Serg tomorrow. I need a fresh start.' Mrs Laird had simply smiled and kissed her only son's cheek, replying with, 'Well, your bedroom will always be here, darlin'. Star Wars posters an' all.'
Rob took his cell phone from his pocket and pulled up the number of his brig in Fort Sill, Oklahoma, which was a good six hours drive from home. He requested to be put through to the Sergeant, a strange chill of dejavu creeping up his spine as he remembered a very similar phone call a few months back when the Sergeant informed him he was AWOL. Rob still felt a cold sickness slosh in his gut at the memory. At least this time he knew his leave was legit. "It's Specialist Laird, sir. I was hoping I could request a meeting with you." He paused and nodded. "Yeah, ASAP. I need to discuss the possibility of a transfer..."
Word Count | 719
When you lost your way
'Lasso' - Phoenix
Rob sat on the hood of his car, a half drunk cup of coffee nursed in his hands as he stared at a couple of cows standing under a tree in the paddock across the road. Home from his posting in Iraq yet again, and back in Littlerock. The only problem was, it didn't feel like 'home' anymore. In fact, being in the town alone where everyone seemed to know everyone else had aggravated him so much, he got in his car and just drove, finding himself halfway between Littlerock and the next town over before he stopped the car on the side of the road and got out for some fresh air. It was a quiet country road which saw little traffic and was hugged between surrounding paddocks of nearby farms. It was peaceful, and peace was what he needed to try and isolate some of the thoughts swirling around in his head.
Apparently Ellie was still 'out of town', according to an old friend of Rob's parents. It took all of Rob's self-control not to snort and respond with 'Thank fuck'. He assumed she was still on the race, but he couldn't find it in himself to really care either way. He was still bitter about it, but he didn't want to be one of those jilted husbands who grew into cranky assholes because their wife did the dirty on them. He had to be the bigger person here or it would eat him alive. He still had the tan line on his ring finger from the wedding ring. That was enough of a reminder of what went down. Littlerock was his home, but somehow along the way, his cheating bitch of an ex-wife had even screwed that comfort over for him. Ellie wasn't here, but her family was. Their irritating 'concern' over his well-being was nauseating. He was tempted to bang his head against the supermarket wall when he bumped into her sister. 'Ellie didn't meant to hurt you, Rob. She just couldn't cope without you.'
Rob downed the last tepid mouthful of coffee and crushed the cup in his fist. He didn't know how 'not coping' led to her spreading her legs for another guy's dick. He knew it wasn't easy with him being deployed for so long, but come on! She knew he was Military when she married him. Hell, she knew there was a war in Iraq because he just got home from his first posting there. But all that wasn't even the hardest part to swallow. It was the fact she used him, and lied to him, and led him to the ultimate disloyalty of his service, all for that stupid fucking race.
And being here in Littlerock just stirred up too many unsettled feelings for him to welcome being home. His parents were here, sure. But they understood his restlessness. It was never easy for him to transition back into hometown life after fighting on the frontline in a war. Now, however, his marriage had been destroyed and following the court-martial, it was probably more than time for a change. He had sat with his Mom in the kitchen late the night before, sharing fresh baked cookies and a pot of tea together. The gesture from his childhood had made him smile, but his mother knew he was discontent. 'I'm putting in for a transfer, Mom. I'm going to speak to Serg tomorrow. I need a fresh start.' Mrs Laird had simply smiled and kissed her only son's cheek, replying with, 'Well, your bedroom will always be here, darlin'. Star Wars posters an' all.'
Rob took his cell phone from his pocket and pulled up the number of his brig in Fort Sill, Oklahoma, which was a good six hours drive from home. He requested to be put through to the Sergeant, a strange chill of dejavu creeping up his spine as he remembered a very similar phone call a few months back when the Sergeant informed him he was AWOL. Rob still felt a cold sickness slosh in his gut at the memory. At least this time he knew his leave was legit. "It's Specialist Laird, sir. I was hoping I could request a meeting with you." He paused and nodded. "Yeah, ASAP. I need to discuss the possibility of a transfer..."
Word Count | 719