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Taste

Disappointment rises, 

burning like bile 

in her throat,

curdling hope.

She chokes it down 

and turns 

and smiles.
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Unsettled

She watched as the jets leapt skyward. They didn’t reach the sky. They stopped far short and spattered back to the ground.  She wondered if the water felt anything. Did it hope to touch the clouds? Was it disappointed not to? Did it wish that it could stop this perpetual stretching for the impossible? Did it ever just want to settle in a pool and rest, allowing its glassy surface to reflect the sky instead. That was as good as touching the clouds, wasn’t it? A reflected sky was beautiful and anyone could see and enjoy it. 

The jets flew upwards again.  She felt their determination mocking her. 

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Milestones

Today I hit one of those milestone things. It wasn’t a huge thing. Not really. Not to other people, maybe. But it was something to me. And I rushed to share it with you. Because you had been there with me through the thick and the thin of it, hadn’t you? Ready with a word of encouragement when my confidence waned and a¬†gentle admonishment when it collapsed altogether. You told me I could do it when I fervently doubted that I could. And today, today I did it and I was full to the brim with it! And you would be the one to understand the enormity of this thing, to catch it as it spilled out from me in a swell of unaccustomed pride. And, oh, you said the right things. You did. The words were there, but that was all. No buzz, no bubbling, no swell of shared pride and joy. I withered, like early blossom in a late, unexpected frost, and in that instant something precious died.

Saturday

Saturday. She waits, knowing nothing will come. In her head she pleads, silent, hopeful, desperate. ‘Please, please let there be something. Just a word. Just one word. Just something. Anything.’ Silence. Nothing. No words to tease and torture her, no balm for her soul today. She sighs and turns. Her hands busy, but her eyes and mind slide back to the phone. Still nothing. Silently she curses. Stupid! Stupid! When will she ever learn? It’s Saturday.

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