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Orchid Under Glass
I tend to my aloe and orchid while standing near the window, the ledge embracing another snowdrift. I watch for you.
Behind me Mama patrols the room, her eagle eye fastened on me. “Time to practice.”
I sigh, not wanting to abandon my vantage should you appear.
“Now.”
I begin my scales and then Debussy’s Rêverie. My heart fills, warmed by your smile when we met near the mailboxes. That tentative touch of your fingers on mine. Your deep chuckle. Yesterday, when you glanced up at me your smile eager, my wave, in return, pleading.
end 2/3/2017
S. Darlington
It’s in the high 70’s right now in sunny Florida.
Ha, rub it in!
Sorry
lol not a problem! 🙂
Was his smile really eager, I wonder, or is she seeing what she wants to see?
Could be hope. 🙂 Thanks for reading!
Interesting images, which allowed me to develope the story further.
Thank you! And, thanks for reading!
Sounds like a typical teen scene, Mom pushing practice, cupid pushing romance. 🙂 Good job. You could easily go on with this story.
Thank you for reading. You’re right. I may give it some thought. 🙂
I hope this is the start of something as beautiful as her music. Nicely done.
Thank you! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
I could feel the rhythm and hear the melody of her soul. Nicely played.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you so much for reading, Rochelle! 🙂
This was truly lovely.. I, too, hope she is not deluding herself…
Thank ou so much, Dale! 🙂
I hope it can be something blooming, and I hope that she will be allowed to let it bloom.
Thank you so much for reading, Bjorn!
This sounds like a first crush. I remember them well, both mine and those of my children. Ages ago now. Good writing, Sascha. 🙂 — Suzanne