I grew tired of his feet. So I put on my boots and walked. (Miss Sinatra is not the only woman who can pull off knee-high black patent leather.) I grew tired of his feet-constantly tripping me with fits of silly nostalgia, or kicking me hard in the backside with pangs of long forgotten memories, when what I truly desired was to feel that youth was on the end of my string.
I was certain I had given him the slip too, despite the extra hours clocked by my imagination. Tricking me into believing that his face, his hands, might be lurking anywhere. Still, hours went by. Accumulating into days and weeks. Months and years. Until it seemed safe to assume that he, and his dated pranks, were history. I took off my boots and allowed myself to celebrate.
Then, the unthinkable happened. A crack of dissatisfaction fractured my bliss. Celebration turned sour, the novelty of age-defying eternity wearing thin. I missed the warming luxury of reminiscing, and my heart grew cold. Frosted over with regret for ever putting on those boots. So I gathered the few sticks of hope in my possession, and I kindled a little campfire next to my heart. Laid out a welcome of chocolate and marshmallows and graham crackers. And I wished and prayed desperately for the return of silly nostalgia. The return of long forgotten memories. The return of him.
A note about this piece-it was an experiment for me in trying a different style and voice-and it explores a “what if” question-what if you could feel young forever, but at the cost of never being able to look back on your life. I’m not sure about how this piece though. Part of me likes it, and part of me wants to take it to the railroad tracks and tie it down.
And as always, thank you for reading!
I’m combing challenges this week:
This week’s prompt over at Write on Edge was to use the song “These Boots Are Made for Walking” by Nancy Sinatra, and the following photo for inspiration. Right away, I noticed the watch…
And over at Trifecta, the prompt directed us to use the third definition of the word crack.
1a : a loud roll or peal <a crack of thunder>
b : a sudden sharp noise <the crack of rifle fire>
2: a sharp witty remark : quip
3a : a narrow break : fissure <a crack in the ice>
b : a narrow opening <leave the door open a crack><cracks between floorboards> —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out <a player who fell through the cracks in the college draft> <children slipping through the cracks of available youth services>
4a : a weakness or flaw caused by decay, age, or deficiency :unsoundness
b : a broken tone of the voice
c : crackpot
5: moment, instant <the crack of dawn> - See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/07/trifecta-week-eighty-six.html#sthash.rIMSc6lL.dpuf