I gaze into her soulful brown eyes and I’m transported to 1975; a year that defined the boy I was, and the man I wasn’t ready to be.
We sprawled on the grass, Lucy and me, our heads touching. I raked my fingers through her shiny black hair. I rambled on about my dreams, hopes and aspirations. The kiss on my cheek and her head nuzzled into me fooled me into believing her wish had been for me to chase my dreams.
Now, it occurs to me that I never asked Lucy what she wanted.
I’d teased her about kaleidoscope eyes and pondered the feasibility of looking glass ties. It made sense back in the haze; the same one everyone else lived in. Inseparable since sixth grade, I left Lucy in June, five days after graduation. I kissed her goodbye and promised to visit. Weeks turned into months, months into years. I saw her only a few times. I was a coward and Lucy reminded me of my own mortality.
Some things can’t be undone. Lucy didn’t wait around for me.
She licks my cheek, startling me into the present.
My wife says Lucy is a mid-life crisis. If that’s the case, like everything else, I’m a little late. It’s taken me thirty-eight years, but I aim to learn from my past mistake. She says it’s creepy to name a dog after a beloved pet, but I argue it’s no different than naming our children in honor of dead relatives.
“Ready to go to the park, girl?”
She wags her tail and leads me to the leash drawer. I clip the rhinestone-adorned leash to her collar. I check my laces, slip the buds into my ears, and power on my iPod. A grin slides across my face when “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” plays. I remember my first Lucy- this was our song all those years ago.
Some things can’t be forgotten.
“Come on, Lucy!” I say as I step off the porch and break into a trot. She flanks me with ease. Her ten-month-old shoulder muscles ripple, reminding me of her namesake yet again.
I think it’s a sign.
I believe Lucy has forgiven me, and now I need to do the same.
This is my response to the Speakeasy weekly prompt which is to write a piece in 750 words or less including (1) the sentence “Some things can’t be forgotten” anywhere, and (2) some kind of reference to the Elton John song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”
Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed my story last week (32nd Day) enough to vote for it – it came in first place in the popular vote. What a lovely surprise!
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