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May 19, 2003
Cherry Blue Skies
"I'm not a virgin anymore," she whispers, a hot flash streaking across her puffed-out cheeks.
I spend money like a drunken sailor. You'd think that with the little money I've got left in my bank account, I'd have enough sense not to buy anything else... But I had to get my film developed... Too bad I ended up taking pictures of a group of ducks paddling in the river.
"Really?" It was the wrong word, a stupid word. I tried to make it sound as though I wasn't surprised, as if it was perfectly natural. "Since when?"
I hate wasting film, but I had about seven or eight exposures left, and I had to do something. So I walked around near the bridge on my way to the store and just started snapping pictures like some kind of possessed member of the paparazzi.
"A few weeks ago." So mischievious.
David walked passed me on the skywalk and smiled. A smile that melted at me, ever so slowly before walking away and waving at me as he went down the hill.
"Oh." Was that all I was going to be able to say?
I wanted to smack myself for forgetting to snap his picture, but decided it wasn't worth it. There's four more weeks of class, anyway. I can still catch him before he flies off to California again.
"Yeah..." She grinned at me, searching for some kind of answer in my eyes. "Sort of. I mean, it wasn't all the way. Just... just halfway."
Walking towards the bridge, there was a fluffy white trail of dead dandelion heads that clung to the blades of grass like dryer lint. It looked as if someone had actually thrown a goose into the permanent press cycle.
I didn't understand how any of that could have possibly been only "halfway," but that wasn't quite so important at the time. I don't even think I was even listening anymore. Not completely.
And then when I managed to look up, there was this running cloud of white, fluffy puffs drifting along the riverbank. The wind was scooting them along, pushing them closer and closer to the union rooftops before they sank into the semi-sweet colored water.
"And I think I'm going to marry him..."
All I could think about was just how small those dandelion heads looked against the cherry blue sky. Small, soft, and innocent.
posted at 11:39 a.m.
