Ah, today, I have written a slightly middle section of something that will become a longer work (see Yesterday’s story) and another tiny micro piece focussing on description.
Throwing my cap in the air, I felt an unexpected surge of reckless abandon. The laughter, hugs, smiles, and I’ve never forget you’s hung around me. Brad pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist, planting a kiss directly on my lips. In the spirit of the moment, I reciprocated, sharing an embrace that was just a little too knowing, too impassioned, and too long to be ignored. I held his face, leaning up to whisper, ‘congratulations’ in his ear. He responded with a series of kisses on my neck that made me giggle breathlessly.
I turned to see my father standing there, holding a massive bouquet of flowers, with a smile fading from his face.
“Dad,” I dropped Brad like a sack of potatoes, “I didn’t see you there.”
“Well. We should be off,” there was no emotion in his voice, “I’m sure there are more rejection letters to open when we get home.” I nodded, realizing that he had read a little more into the moment than there really was. No longer his little girl, he saw the countless thousands he had spent on my education as nothing more than an investment in my apparent debauchery.
Holding her in my arms felt so foreign. The lightness of her body took me by surprise after the burden I’d bore over the last few months. Her face was his, his lips, his nose, his ears, his chin. What had I been thinking? All this time waiting to meet, expecting so much more, finding nothing more than a shell of a man long gone.
I wanted to cry, but not for the usual reasons new mothers do. Then she opened her eyes, staring back at me. The first glimpse was mine, her eyes had my exact hue, deep blue. Looking closer I saw the pale pattern near the pupil identical to mine in every way. Like mine, her eyebrows were dark and thick. Her eyelashes were pale, short and still a little mucky from the birth, exactly like mine. I laughed,
“There you are sweetheart, I see you too.”