naturemummy
I took a certain comfort in convincing that I wasn't entirely alone. Surely someone else had experienced this kind of thing before. I simply wasn't prepared for it all. I was taken aback, and then some. I took a deep breath, set my shoulders square, and prepared my bravest face as I stepped out into the light. After all, there had to be someone else in the world who'd suddenly woken up with an alarmingly sparkly alicorn in the middle of their forehead.
Misty was a labrador pup, black and tiny. She wouldn't stay that way long. She was on the move, on the go. She was digging up my mother's tulips, peeing on the rug, pooping on the couch. She wasn't terribly well like by my mother. In retrospect, giving a puppy to a six year old without asking her parents isn't a very good idea.
'You're in the no fly zone again," he muttered under his breath. His grandson, focused, didn't notice his disapproval. He never did. He simply adjusted the straps of his paraglider and stepped off the lip of the canyon, buoyed by the winds that swept the rock bare.
What do I want? I want the luxury of a good night's sleep, the decadence of a hot meal, the relaxation of a long, hot shower. I want it, but not enough. Not enough to let her out of my sight for even a moment. My infant daughter, and the light of my life.
The banks of the river were muddy, cracking in the sun when the water was low. The hawk eyed the fish trapped in the small pools created by the cracks, biding his time until the pool was almost gone, evaporating in the summer heat. His dinner laid out for him, warmed in the sun and tasting of despair.
But the wee fish had a friend in the universe after all, and with a crack of thunder it began to rain...
She was constantly reading and sending texts while driving. He, a confirmed Luddite, found this rather disconcerting. Nervous just being in a car, he questioned the politeness of pointing out the squirrel she'd run over while clickety-clacking away on her phone, an event she had yet to notice. What exactly was the protocol for pointing out roadkill on a first date?
Of all the substances in the world, he loved the illegal ones best. Delicious, delicious deviance. It didn't matter what they did per se, it was the act alone that thrilled him to his fingertips. It rattled his core, forcing him out of his everyday CEO persona.
"I dare you to finally do it," she thought to herself, "I dare you to finally leave him." Was it wrong to stay in a loveless marriage for the children's sake? Was she setting the right example for her daughter allowing herself to be treated like this? If she left would she just be telling them that it's alright to run away from your problems?
She held the key, poised and ready, in her hand. Her skin felt prickly with anticipation. She took a deep breath. "Be brave," she told herself. She closed her eyes, screwed up her courage, turned the key in the lock, and pushed...
It wasn't a secret, but she didn't feel right telling anyone about it. Her big day. Was it all just a dream? Would he really be there when she returned home that night? Was he really as wonderful today as he was yesterday? Maybe her mom was right, but then again maybe she wasn't. Just because most marriages after a one-day relationship don't last doesn't mean hers wouldn't.
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