[Molione *]

The Lime Green Deck Chair

Liam stared at the ocean, hands steepled in front of him. He sat in the same lime green chair that his daughter had loved. She would sit out here for hours, he remembered, drawing and writing like the beautiful artist she was. The sea inspired her, she said. Do you remember that sea, Leah?

She had run away, and no one seemed to know if she was alive. It had been years now. Maybe she was alive. He liked to think that she had found a husband, and had a few kids running around, too. But who knew, with his Leah? She had always been such a free spirit. Maybe she was wandering through Europe with nothing but the clothes on her back and an adventurous spirit in her heart.

He shifted his weight, and the old chair creaked. He remembered how he and Leah and fought over the chair - the color, its age, everything. She had bought it with money he had given her to buy groceries. She had come home with a box of spaghetti, two oranges, and a lime green deck chair that she had come across used in a garage on the way home. The owner had given it to her for a steal, she insisted, even though it was splintery, already had more age on it than it should, and the color was just... loud. Too loud for Liam. But he was old fashioned, or so his daughter liked to say. Maybe he was. Who knew?

Now he couldn't get rid of it. It was one of the few things she had left behind, and so he would sit, and wonder: did she remember? Was she... Where was she?

Questions that had no answers. Memories that had no remembrance. He closed his eyes and let tears fill his eyes. No one could see them now, and it was for this reason alone that he cried.

[THE TRUE JIN]

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It's different from what we've seen written so far, but I like it a lot.