(Day 22 – What do you want your future to be like?)
Pardon me while I get a little bit mushy. A girl can dream, can’t she? More like daydream. Funny how quickly these words poured out. Is it true that out of the abundance of the heart the pen leaks? Or — in this case — the keyboard creaks? Right. And because I don’t do this very often, enjoy this slightly cheesy piece. :)
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Vermillion, Viridian, Bright Ochre. Red, green, orange-yellow.
“Hey, do you think I should mix in that bit of aquamarine? It wouldn’t look too weird, would it?”
“Weird? Nah, go ahead. That looks very pretty.”
“If you say so. How was your gig?”
“Uh-mazing. I met some awesome performers today. I’ll introduce them to you next time. How’s your story coming along?”
“I’m stuck. I don’t know whether I should kill off one of the leading characters or not. It would be too morbid, too sad, too tragic. But then again, it would give the story much greater depth.”
“Ohh. Kill him off then.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Here, let me read the piece.”
“Okay. He’s a ‘she’ by the way.”
“Haha. Okay.”
His eyes run through my computer screen and I allow him to scroll the pages down. A smile plays on his lips at some instances, slight crinkles cross his brow at others.
“It’s good. Kill her off.”
“Why??? Hulio would be devastated!”
“You said it would give the piece greater depth.”
“Fine. She’ll be dead in a few paragraphs then.”
“Alright. Have you had dinner?”
“Ugh. No. Have you? I think there are some leftovers in the refrigerator.”
“Leftovers? I bought pasta. You want?”
“Yes! Wait, I’ll get these paint off the table.”
He carefully gets two Styrofoam boxes out of a sienna paper bag. I twist the lids back onto the bottles littering the workspace-slash-dining-table. “I called mom and dad up this afternoon, by the way. They’re asking how you’re doing. How we’re doing. I told them we’re having the time of our lives.”
“I’ve had the time of my life… and I never felt this way before…”
“You just had to sing that out did you? Haha. Anyway. I also told them this wonderful piece of news I got this morning.”
“And that news is…?”
I smile at him.
“You’re going to be a father.”
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