Was she here?
Cradling his wife’s hand and striding along the planks of the boardwalk, he could swear he could feel her.
Their children buzzed around them, grabbing at the waterlogged dollar bills he fished from his wallet and bounding off toward the buzzing lights of the arcade, while he tried to ignore the sweet scent wafting over him, diminishing the heavily salted air.
He remembered how she’d looked and felt that summer. Golden hair that brushed her tanned-copper shoulders and toenail polish that had reminded him of penny candy. He’d never seen her jaw work a piece of it into bright popping bubbles but when he’d kissed her, slipping his tongue inside, she’d tasted like the childhood confection.
“Babe, you okay?” he heard in a far off voice as they stopped in front of the fun-house.
Working to resist the swell of emotions threatening to overtake him, he felt like a freak. Even catching his reflection in the distorted mirror confirmed it; he was as altered and twisted as what it cast back.
“It was a lifetime ago“, he reminded himself, “she’s not here.”
Gripping the hand he was holding he pushed on, forcing a nod, a smile, even when all he could taste was bubblegum.
So the Awesome Editors of Write on Edge are on vacation, leaving MANDY (god how I love Mandy) in charge.
and now for your listening enjoyment and to forever put me in your ” god, she is soooo lame ” category I will share the inspiration for my words.
Earlier this week, driving home, Sirius XM radio tuned to the 80’s channel we heard a “Lost Hit“.
Ann and Nancy Wilson, known to everyone as HEART were singing a song that wasn’t “Alone“, “Barracuda” or “All I Wanna Do it Make Love to You” (which is probably why it’s a lost hit *ahem*).
Don’t watch the video, it will hurt your eyes, (all that hair, makeup and leather…) but the words to There’s the Girl, which I looked up, stayed in my mind for days until they demanded to tell a story of their own.
If you turn it up, it really is a great summer song. (I know, I know…I’m lame.)
HAPPY Week/HAPPY Writing