On the eve of my fortieth birthday, through a wine buzz, I see the myth. If it seems too good to be true, it is. Everyone knows that.
My sweaty hands cradle the phone. My fingers want to dial your number, but my heart won’t let me; she might answer. I throw the phone. The “thud” doesn’t appease my discontent. Even when my heart wins, it loses.
I thought I’d have it all: marriage, career, a someday-family. Instead, I’m broken and alone. I want “us” back; I need your passionate kisses.
Is it too much (or too late) to ask?
This is my response to Lance’s 100-word song challenge, which is to write a 100-word story inspired by Lucinda Williams’ song, Passionate Kisses. I don’t regularly participate in the challenge, but I appreciate him allowing me to join in when the mood strikes. If you feel inspired, write your own story and click the robot image above to get to Lance’s site where you can link it up.
For those who regularly read, or might care, I wanted to reiterate that this is fiction – there isn’t anything here taken from my life (already passed 40, don’t drink alcohol, I’ve got kids and a job, and my husband doesn’t have a girlfriend that I’m aware of…) Since this was on the depressing side, and it will likely be my last post for the week, I wanted to leave you with a smile. Or at least not completely bummed out 🙂
We like to go on hikes with the kids because it uses up some of their seemingly endless stores of energy. When they want to go home and take a nap, it’s a good hike. When they lay down on the trail, it’s a great hike!