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Tierney James, Author

Lipstick & Danger

Waiting for Love

Posted on Apr 6, 2013 by   No Comments Yet | Posted in Uncategorized
My mother said I was a late bloomer. 
I wasn’t sure what that meant.  I
tried to be just like my sisters but even I knew they were more beautiful than
me. Everyone said so. Never chosen. Never picked to be the one.  At first I was too little to notice but
mother nature has a way of maturing even the most innocent.  My opinion of myself grew as did I.  Even though I felt awkward and gangly my
mother said never give up. 
     “Someday you’ll be the one
that is chosen.” 
     In my young mind I said:
“Well, sure no one else will be left.” 
    My optimism waned that summer
of my awareness of the beauty around me. 
Sometimes I pretended it didn’t matter. 
I would dance before the oak trees pretending they were giants.   When their tops would sway on the summer’s breeze
I just knew they thought me a princess and bowed before me, in respect and
awe.  Once in the twilight I began to
hear the song of a whippoorwill.  I wanted
to believe it sang a song of love just for me. The fireflies were torches that
led my love to me so I could be chosen. Yet nothing happened.
     Late summer’s rain danced
one day as I hid beneath an oak tree. 
I’d given up.  I pretended not to care.  When the sun burst from behind
the gray clouds I heard him coming.  I
looked down at my dark green dress now wet with what I imagined would be
another rejection. I held my head up high feeling a strength in my limbs I
never knew existed.  Then there he was,
my prince.  He wasn’t as tall as I
thought he’d be and much younger than I’d dreamed.  Yet there he stood, smiling at me as if I
were a gift from God.
    Then it happened.  He chose me! Me! With his firm grasp around
my waist he pulled me up and stared lovingly into my crown.  That’s when I heard him say as he released me
from the first petal.
     “She loves me.  She loves me not.”

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Did you guess the ending? Were you surprised?

I wrote this for the Webster County Writing group.  Our assignment was to write something concerning nature.  Needless to say I put it off to the last minute then realized my computer was very sick.  Fortunately I was able to get the virus off thanks to an amazing computer genie.  By the time I got my baby home I had two hours to write, cook dinner and finish preparing for today’s yard sale.  The above is what I created. 








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