The pleasant aroma of freshly cut grass mingling with dampened earth filled the warm summer air. The desert sun hung high in the sky, the mark of mid afternoon, surrounded by endless blue. In the midst of this natural resplendence, standing alone, was a creation of nature that far surpassed any notion of beauty ever imagined.
A sixteen year old girl, with hair a richer brown than the purest chocolate, skin creamier than marble and smoother than silk, eyes bluer than the skies above, with cheeks redder than the rose she held in her hand and exotically sensuous curves that could drive a man insane with lust-filled desire, stood at the foot of a grave. Her body language expressed an air of both innocence and sexuality, her exquisite appearance bringing these warring factions to a truce, and an aura of vibrancy surrounded her. She seemed terribly out of place in this setting, her vivacious presence surround by death. She placed the rose on the grave and kissed the head stone. Kings would kill for such an honor.
“I miss you Chuck,” she said quietly. Today was June 18th, 1995. Eight years since Chuckie was killed in the terrible tragedy on Wilson Street. “We won the district championship last year. I hit the winning shot. I wish you could have been there to see it.” Julie stood quiet for a moment, remembering all the good times she had with her brother. She didn’t cry, her tears dried up years ago, but she let the emotions wash over her, welcoming them with open arms. “Goodbye, Chuck.” Julie turned and walked alone along the rows of tombstones, her normally cheerful persona temporarily quieted by mourning.
But as she climbed into her bumblebee yellow Volkswagon Beetle, fired up the ignition, and pulled onto the freeway, her sorrow melted away. TLC’s Waterfalls blared on the radio, the sun was shining and the rag top was down. Julie felt the wind’s soothing fingers rushing through her hair and caressing her lovely face, and she smiled. It was summer vacation, her whole life was ahead of her, and she hadn’t a care in the world. She was young, beautiful, and free. For Julie Huerta, life was good.
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