The prompt for Day #13 is here.
I’m looking forward to working on this one, honing it down, revising it.
"Walk" The first leg took us under flatpan grey sky to the local pub, eyes trained on her cowboy-booted, blue-clad leg, past a yard of palms conjoined at the base, like Siamese twins fully fused at the root but sprouting differences. This leg featured her college freshman discourse, revealing her changed— more social, less bookish. The pause in the walk, the oasis, the pub, brought good food and insecurities, the painful self-awareness of the young, but with openness and trust. The kerfuffle at the table —the ever-present cell bringing news of debt and parental distrust— ruffled her feathers and self-defense. But the sticky toffee was a revelation, when she could focus on it. The second leg, return trip home, in darkness and chill, filled the air with reassurances of life’s learning curve and you’ll-be-fine’s. Then on sofas, pensive, with woodsmoke and candle flame revealing the easy bruises of youth, we all learn (still) to plan for the future but live in the now.