As I've said many times; lately I've been itching to write. Well, I did it, finally...kind of. I was in the middle of cleaning up after dinner and midway through the dishes I just had a random thought to sit down and write and this is what I ended with:
She walked into the room, her eyes were fiercely fixed on him.
“Simon, it’s time.”
Startled, he looked up. He hadn’t seen her come in. He took a deep breathe in and as he exhaled he responded, “I know.” His eyes were open and she saw through them into the depths of his soul. She knew that he was worried.
“She worries me,” he thought as she intently kept his attention focused on her. She had her hands on her hips and he liked it when she did that. She did it because it was a guaranteed opportunity to flirt with her husband. And he would always sweetly tease her about how she looks like a grandma when she does that (which she doesn’t). In fact, she looks nothing like a grandma (which she is). She is a very distant visualization away from the typical grandma you all first pictured when the word was mentioned. I mean, don’t get me wrong, she cooks, cleans and folds the laundry just right. She always knows just what to say and is more than willing to share it with you. She can make you smile on the worst of your days. She will always love you. She scrapbooks and has 5 cats. Nonetheless, the truth is that she is gorgeous and doesn’t look a day over 35.
“Get up,” she said. Her hands were still on her hips.
“I am,” he replied. But he didn’t. This was part of their routine. She would go on to make that same request 5 or 6 times intermittently for the next 20 minutes. He drug this out, he liked to see her as she strived to get mad at him. Admittedly, the circumstances might not have made it the best time for him to carry on with this routine, but it was in fact their routine. He thought that it shouldn’t be dismissed and thought of as inappropriate now. If anything it should be considered a gateway to the normalcy that had once served them the contentment of their marriage.
Just so you know I have no idea where this came from or where it's going, but I'm certainly interested to find out.
Happy Monday!
Sister...I new that you were destined for greatness once you became comfortable on the road you were fated to travel. You are awesome and always will be. Someday you are going to be writing novels that people are racing to get their hands on. I can see it now...me standing in the book store looking at my usual sappy romance novel when two people walk by in deep conversation about the latest A.S. novel and comparing you to the greats of literature. I will be saying to myself...yep, that's my sister!
Posted by: Whitney | 2008.04.16 at 07:00 PM