She was eight, and then sixteen. He was twelve, and then fifteen. I never changed. I was always a fourteen-year-old boy, stuck in the same time and body, the same uncomfortable inertia. I watched my friends grow and change, but I stayed the same. My thoughts pitched like dust, abstract and transient, but I was the same skinny kid who roamed the same paths, between the familiar and the veiled. I would grow, I would develop a man’s thoughts and ambitions and weaknesses, but I needed to grow inside my own skin first. It was as gradual as watching a chrysalis develop wings. I saw it in my friends, but not in me.
And so when my father died, it was an outrage of change. His death should not have been, but it was. I thought I — we — were immune or specially blessed because we were constant and unaltered. But time had its fingers upon us the whole time, and it was a heavy revelation.
**a work-in-progress**
uh huh…and then? lol 😉
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And then the writer has to write more. 🙂 I hope things are going well for you, dear.
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Struggling. Trying to overcome. It’s a challenge. 😔
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I’m sorry about that. I hope you have someone close by to help you through things.
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I love your open for this and look forward to reading more, Steven!
But time had its fingers upon us the whole time, and it was a heavy revelation.
Excellent!
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Thank you, Tanya. Hope you’re having a wonderful weekend. 🙂
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It has been busy and fun. Hope yours is great also!
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It was. A quiet day at home on a rainy day. My kind of day. 🙂
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Your proofreader is here to save the day. 🙂
“between the familiar and and the veiled”
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Thank you and and thank you. 🙂
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It took my attention and craving for more. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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An outrage of change. Just love that phrase. Looking forward to more, Steven!
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Thanks, Laura. 🙂
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I think many of us grow up this way, a slow shuffle interrupted by leaps forward with the big milestones and jarring events. Wonderful writing, Steven. :-).
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Thanks, Diana. 🙂
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