She stood up a little straighter. Shoulders back, chin up. Her right hand instinctively reached up to smooth her flowing chocolate strands flying in the autumn breeze.
Does he remember me? It’s been so many years. We were practically children…
Her thoughts wandered through fuzzy memories of adolescent yearnings and confusion.
She looked around. Children running, tossing balls, in the grassy bowl of the elementary school yard.
Her own children were down there somewhere. His were too.
When did this happen? When did we become the grown-ups? The old people? When did we become our parents?
Theryn still felt like that fourteen year old girl who was trying so hard to leave her childhood behind. She had been running away for over twenty years.
As she stood on the sidelines of the children’s games, she pulled out her phone and acted like she was engrossed in reading and tapping out messages. She couldn’t bring herself to look up again.
Josh watched her from the shaded lenses of his sunglasses, masking his line of sight. He was certain it was her. There was no mistaking Theryn, even spending most of their lives apart, that small flutter in his stomach told him without question it was her.
As his stood there amidst the memories of a life past, the fluttering turned into knots, and his conscience reminded him of the stupid, selfish actions of 15 year old boy.
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I’ve been silent here (and really, everywhere) for awhile. It wasn’t something I did intentionally. In all honesty, I haven’t put pen to paper for weeks at time over the past several months. I dove into my life as a wife and mother, hoping to busy myself enough for those worries, fears, and nagging memories of the past to fall away and let me be. Life doesn’t work that way though, and the more I have squashed away those feelings and memories, the more Life has thrown my way to stir it all up again.
“Face your Fears head on”, Life has told me in these past months. So here I am again, hoping to find peace in sharing my words, my life, my art – in other words – My Heart – on these pages and posts in this little gray garden I’m growing.