Friday, December 30, 2011
Skirt by Amelia
He hugs me too tight and says; “Are you taking care of yourself? How are you doing?”
“I’m fine.” I reply too cheerfully, it’s obviously forced. Internally I cringe. I have no fucking desire to have the first meaningful conversation with my father in my entire 32 years to be about how I can’t seem to bring home another live baby. Later, my husband chides me; “He doesn’t know what to say, he means well.” I know this. I do. But I can’t help him figure out what to say anymore than I can figure out what I want to hear. I skirt around all the skeletons in our shared closet and lean down to hug my niece.
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You really made me wait for the "skirt" using it in the very last sentence. :) Well done. So short and still says it all. I'm not very good at short but I think this is a good exercise.
ReplyDeleteThank you for participating in this week's Trifecta Challenge. You've done a great job describing a scene that many of us, I think, are familiar with. There are times when you can accommodate other people's needs and there are times when those needs feel like an overwhelming intrusion. I think of what the flight attendants say--you know, put the mask over your own face before trying to help those sitting next to you. Hope to see you back next week.
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