Our lil’ baby Marriage is turning one today! We are so proud. We created her ourselves by signing checks and a marriage license. Amidst the postpartum excitement, we also swore we would run a half marathon together. Holy Commitment.
Our first run as a married couple was on our honeymoon in Tahiti. The scene was as picturesque as you can imagine. Blue skies. Bluer water. Tropical flowers and vegetation spilling on to the path, we ran. My face was less like blushing bride and more like beet-red. As I wished for a full breath in 95 degrees, 100% humidity, I reminded myself: That guy ahead of you is your Husband. Appreciate this.
[This is the fourth and final part of a fiction piece inspired by Writing 101’s prompt: Serial Killer III. You should definitely read Part I: Letter Afire, Part II: Park Perspective and Part III: The Conversation before reading this ending. With only 100 words in each section, it won’t take too long for you to catch up!]
I’m turning 29 next week. I might as well be thirty, since it’s the same thing. After you are twenty-five, you are basically thirty.
I find new gray hairs while examining a pimple. This doesn’t seem quite fair, but it is ironic in an Alanis Morissette kind of way.
I’m done with friendship and relationship drama. If you’re interested in getting mad or arguing over pettiness, I’m not interested in being around you.
[This is Part III of a fiction piece that materialized after reading Writing 101’s prompt: Dark Clouds on the Horizon. To make your reading experience more enjoyable, please read Part I: Letter Afire and Part II: Park Perspective prior to this next part.]
[This post was inspired by Writing 101’s Point of View prompt. This is Part II of a four part fiction story. Go back and read Part I: Letter Afire before venturing onward.]
[You are about to read the first fiction essay of Miss Early Bird’s blogging career, written in response to Writing 101’s fifth challenge: Be Brief. Anticipate more imaginative tales on MEB’s new feature: Fiction Friday.]
I walked up State Street towards the Capitol with the Love of My Life. I savored my surroundings and gladly accepted our photographer’s request to walk slowly. My shoes were fabulous but not functional. The weather was meteorologically pristine and was made pristine-er by a preceding week of rain, which always seems to heighten appreciation for an averagely nice day.