Bus Ride
She remembered the bus trip to Montgomery. They had gone to see Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” and she was feeling horrible on the way back. If she remembered correctly, she’d started her period and was suffering cramps from hell and she was embarrassed. He was the only one she told. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. So he sat down with her and put his arm around her and told her she would be fine. She rode back the entire way with her head on his knee and with him gently running his fingers through her hair. Part of the time she pretended to be asleep so he would not stop. When some crass kid made a comment about her head being in his lap and him stroking her hair, he told them to shut the hell up. Didn’t they see she was sick and she was his little cousin for God’s sake, so could you please quit being a shit?! Man, he could make her smile.
Everyone needs a hero
He was my hero. I have one more about him, but I don’t know if I will ever be able to write another one after it. Maybe one day.
Great post. Found you from TRDC.
Thanks so much. It is only the second psost I have done for TRDC, but to be completely honest, this post was written months ago and when I read the prompt I knew it fit. I guess that means I cheated a bit. Oops.
Love the smile, the memory, the connection, the feelings. Lovely!
This post is more bitter sweet than any other, with one exception. They are about the very same person. I never knew I would miss someone so much.
This was such a sweet moment, with tenderness I did not expect!