From behind she looked considerably less than half my ex-husband’s age as she tossed her expensively gorgeous hair. But the hands and face looked as old as mine and I wondered whether to be angry or triumphant.
The leather harness securely fastened the wailing toddler to the wrought iron headboard, punishment for an incomprehensible misdeed or assertion of will. Then she saw the tree beyond the window, and time and tears stood still.
In all other states, blossoms on trees float to vibrant green grass. I return to the state board to be welcomed with overcast clouds shedding white light upon the dead root.
After perusing every can of cat food on the supermarket shelf, reading for ash content, and trying to decide which would be the most appetizing for Mr. Finicky, I finally decide on the most expensive brand of course and take it home to my feline companion, who always lets me know that he will eat only the best.
I open the can, place the contents into his crystal bowl, pick him up lovingly and set him down in front of the delicacy du jour, whereupon he sniffs, turns up his nose and runs through the pet door to dine on his stinky leftovers from last night which had been placed on the back deck for the hungry raccoons.
The pain and worry, the sleepless nights, the times you didn’t want me near, are all worthwhile when I hear those words whispered in my ear. “I love you, Mom, and I hope you know I’m who I am today because of you…I learned it all from you.
And there it was, that deep thought captured in a perfect combination of words, caught like a wild animal kicking and screaming, unable to escape that flawless cage made of letters. The sentence that holds her would never be misunderstood, it would never fade away or lose its sense because it owes its strength to something that is out of this world, something that doesn’t have to obey its laws.
Yesterday morning, Mitch was all smiles at me and at everyone else at the office, as she enthusiastically told us about Rey, a new guy she met, and how gentleman he is despite the fact that their first date was still later that evening.
Today, I saw her avoiding me and she sobs whenever someone mentions the name Rey, which incidentally has the same name as mine.
Kneeling, I look up at her sunken cheeks, knowing, as my eyes rise to the crucifix on the wall behind her chair, that she is not long for this world. I know the pain is unbearable and I glance back and forth between her unsettled self and Christ’s body and soul, ready to escort her Home .
Furious, she found her big brown handsome man, the finest pumpernickel she’d ever seen, snuggled against that plain piece of white bread, both now somehow occupying the same bread wrapper.
His infidelity enraged her so that she grabbed them both, shoved them into the death machine, one in each slot and while depressing the lever, screamed “You’re toast!”
They came at her, slapping and punching at her, tearing at the very fabric of her soul, making her wish she had just gone a different way, had never come here at all. As the tears flowed, and she crumbled, her best friend said, “Holly, you know, it’s only an internet forum and you can click out of it.”
It was our first football game and we were behind 32 to 0. He took it upon himself to inflict pain on the opponents by pinching an d biting at the bottom of the pile of players, unfortunately one of his own teammates received the second bite.
Petrified by the booming silence, I feel the need to scream. I hear a voice say, “It’s okay,” and I melt into a sobbing blob of joy.
I assumed I was allowed to go to a friends house when my mom said go take care of it. I am now grounded for three weeks.
To his satisfaction, finally the wall was built.
Only in time did he begin to wish he’d added a gate.
The day they had betrothed themselves to one another, Gabe was inebriated, having taken a handful of the little blue pills he had grown to adore more than even his next meal or breath.
So this unfortunate ending, sitting across from the love of his life signing papers issued by her attorney, The Great Neuterer, seemed the fitting finale to the union he had taken for granted for the last time.
He stood there staring at her patiently, watching her eyes dart from side to side, up and down, her face a beautiful study in motion, from frowns to slight smiles, to perplexed, to curiosity, and back to frowning again at the object in her hand.
Finally, his feet growing sore and his patience growing thinner, he asked her, “Have you decided on your order yet M’am?”
While the boy with sticking-out ears, we all call “wing nuts”, winds the Silky Oak “Herga & Co of Brisbane” school clock, he places one of his wing nuts against the clock and straightens it so it goes “tick – tick” and not “tick – tock”. If it went tick – tock it would go slower and slower until it eventually stopped.
Downed, again, amidst all the rush and tumble, the trash and the defeat. Everything I ever wanted was lost, and then I saw you again, and started again, because that is what you do to me.
The knight kept bravely challenging the dragon and riding around in front of his cave, until he was unexpectedly knocked unconscious.
“Chauvinist,” the princess said, putting down her mace, “Like I needed rescuing!”
Actions may speak louder than words, but words will always influence actions.
Words can make you cry, laugh or even sing with joy, which is why we must never forget them.