When Raymond decided he was going to die, the feelings he perceived were not as he expected. He recalled that as his mother approached her own death, at the age of 99, he witnessed her speaking to relatives long passed.... Continue Reading →
If I could have formed words they would have had to traverse the landscape of a dried out, raspy voice too choked on disbelief to make any sense. All this time I'd put between us. The crushing heartache I felt for years after we parted. My struggle to forgive myself, and her, for all our transgressions and missteps. I'd worked so hard to get over it. And now...now I was drowning in a thunderstorm of overwhelming uncertainty. I had a child. With her. Lighting flashed close, snapping me back from my sea of panic to our table in the airport.
The woman and I stared at one another. I assumed she was equally surprised. Her smile showed first. It wasn’t a happy smile, or even a smirk. Maybe it wasn’t a smile at all. Her lips parted as the corners of her mouth moved upward. A jingle came from my phone to let me know that my wife had sent a text message. It scared me half to death and I nearly dropped it to the floor. With a death grip on my phone I glanced back up. She was still there.
Sharing work with another person, in person, is nerve wracking. I hated sharing papers in college. Professors I could handle disappointing, but my friends? Ugh. On the other hand that was "scholarly" work. Being critical of someone's ability to cite sources is very different from critiquing someone else's imagination.
This was the first thing that popped into my mind. All of a sudden I'm on a pool deck getting ready for swim practice. Move into the country and enjoy some Friday nostalgia. via Daily Prompt: Millions