Blue

Here’s one I’m reposting from January of this year for Laura’s version of Throwback Thursday. Before we begin though just wanted to say thank you so much for taking the time to vote yesterday for your favorite pic. I found the feature to be pretty straight forward and easy to view results. In case you have been as curious as I am about how that poll button works. Also it looks like the first picture is in the lead. On with the post. Please do let me know what you think.IMG_1126

Blue

She makes eye contact with her reflection in the shiny toaster, inspects her teeth for lipstick and adjusts her cat eye frames. After securing a bobby pin in her beehive twist she smooths her hands over her homemade pencil skirt and notices her heartbeat quicken beneath her cardigan sweater set. The bell signaling the end of 1st period rings cuing a sea of students to pour out and snarl-up the echoing halls. She knows she is about to get a glimpse of him. But today will be different. He will notice her this time; she will stand out. After their first baking unit in class this morning she attentively packaged the chocolate chip cookies that earned her an A+, carefully separating each in a fold of wax paper so that they wouldn’t glom onto each other in a gooey mess. Because he is meticulous in appearance; and melted chocolate smeared on his letterman jacket is not how she wanted to be memorable. She loved that letterman’s jacket, the way the colors just worked with his blue jeans, blue eyes, and blue car. Always freshly shaven with a dimpled smirk. If you were lucky to get close enough you might notice the faint scent of pomade in his perfectly coiffed hair.

Here he comes…

“I…[stammer]…I…made you these” handing him the brown paper lunch sack filled with her best intentions, her sweet dreams, her heart, “we sit next to each other in 3rd period.”

He shot her a who-the-hell-are-you look while opening the bag to peer inside before spitting his venom, “why would I want a bag of crap from a dirty spic like you?” He threw the bag in her direction and laughed with his friends as her face turned crimson and she ran away. Crying hot painful tears of shame and embarrassment as her tender heart broke for the very first time in two.

  One thought on “Blue

  1. April 10, 2014 at 5:42 am

    Damn. Blue, indeed, Sandra. You captured this moment in all of its heart-shattering significance. Thanks for reposting so I could catch up with this one.

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    • April 10, 2014 at 5:52 am

      Glad you liked it! I always appreciate the feedback, Mark.

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  2. NotAPunkRocker
    April 10, 2014 at 6:12 am

    Oh, I wanted to cry for her. Very good job capturing that moment.

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  3. April 10, 2014 at 6:18 am

    Was not expecting that.

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    • April 10, 2014 at 7:52 am

      I wish I could have written it differently. Maybe I’ll re-write it one day.

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  4. April 10, 2014 at 7:22 am

    I am having a huge dejavu here. Have I read this before? I remembering reading a line like that and being upset at his response.

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    • April 10, 2014 at 7:25 am

      Nevermind–I figured out it’s a repost. Ignore me. 🙂

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      • April 10, 2014 at 7:49 am

        I could never ignore you Kerbey! I’m glad it was memorable. Thank you for reading and commenting.

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  5. April 11, 2014 at 5:37 am

    How this brought back painful teenage years’ emotions. How cruel the young can be! Beautiful post! Love, Amy

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    • April 11, 2014 at 6:05 am

      I’m glad you found it touching. But wish I could have written it differently. I have so much love and respect for those of that generation. What a tumultuous time for many with the war as the back drop. Today is no cake walk but I believe people have grown to be more accepting and maybe a bit more gentle when it comes to civility towards differences. Maybe I’m just being naive? I appreciate your comment. xoxo, Sandra

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      • April 11, 2014 at 6:07 am

        I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s so yes, what you wrote was right on. Those days were good in so many ways, yet not so good as well. Thank you for what you wrote. It really is good! (((HUGS))) Amy

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      • April 11, 2014 at 6:13 am

        My hat goes off to you then Amy! I envy you for experiencing the good times: the best cars, the dances, the style. But it sounds to me like there was a dark side too that left a mark on many. Nice chatting with you! Love, Sandra

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