Today Mark Koopmans Aloha! from Hawaii and Donna Hosie are helping me to make a very important announcement and he's hosting my giveaway!
For Viklit and Celebrate the Small Things today I am celebrating redheads! Yep, I changed my hair color and now to work on the personality!
And now onto my Write...Edit...Publish post. My apologies, this was rushed, but all critiques welcome. I did read it aloud to my husband, and his response almost made me change my mind, but I'm here to support Denise Covey and her new venture - just sometimes things come up way to fast. I do hope you see the picture I tried to paint.
The prompt for this week is Moving On!
You're finally home, but I wasn't ready. My first day of clarity since your departure, the ringing of the doorbell caused an unexpected reaction. I sank to the bottom step, my body as fluid as a handkerchief dropped from the balcony. My breathing hurried, as the memories of your birthday flooded back.
Our elaborate lunch at your favorite restaurant, the plans we made, and the secret I kept from you. I held a surprise that may have prevented this torment—if only I had known. If only I could have seen the future.
I had such wonderful plans for that evening, a unique way to announce my surprise. Balloons that said Happy Birthday Daddy, a cake decorated with blue and pink, and the sonogram picture masterfully created in icing. Earlier, I had bought my first maternity top, even though I wasn't showing yet. It didn't matter; it was to give emphasis to the surprise.
I made your favorite meal, shrimp scampi with linguini, and when the doorbell rang, I hurried to make sure the final touches were on everything. I had left a note on the door, please ring the bell – don't spoil my surprise, because I wanted to greet you, I wanted to see your face. With such important news – I needed to see your face . . . but you weren't at the door, and now today, how could I have anticipated your return?
I watched as Opal answered the bell. When she turned to look at me, the expression on her face registered as concern, but her words rushed over me like a wave of splintered glass. Each shard opened an unhealed wound, the pain excruciating, and the loss verified in triplicate. My heart already broken withered, dried, and disintegrated like the staked corpse of a vampire.
Opal walked toward me and I wanted to run. How could I allow this to be our reunion? I was rooted to the spot. Helpless, I reached for you. My arms moving without hesitation, as though disconnected from my reality. Despite my desire, I could do nothing to change the facts – a messenger had delivered your ashes . . .
FCA / 360 words