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Dandelion Wishes

*This is a story based on the dandelion picture prompt from last week.

 

When she was ten, Ella wished upon a dandelion. She wished that she would graduate, grow up, get married and have lots of kids and be a good wife. Maybe even be a soccer Mom.

When she was twelve, Ella found a bridal magazine and created a scrapbook of her favorite wedding ideas.

When she was fourteen, Ella asked a boy to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Ella had her first boyfriend

When she was fifteen, Ella’s boyfriend dumped her. Ella traveled to Costa Rica that year with her family and when she came back, she took down some of her boy band posters and switched them with travel posters. Ella also got another boyfriend.

When she was sixteen, Ella moved to a new state. Ella’s Mother got cancer and her boyfriend broke up with her halfway through her Mom’s treatment.

When she was seventeen, Ella struggled through helping keep her Mom healthy and finishing school. Ella got the worst grades she had ever gotten.

When she was eighteen, Ella’s ex-boyfriend called her and proposed. Ella asked for some time to think about it. Ella found out she got into a college in London the day after. Ella hadn’t expected to get into that college.

Ella called her boyfriend back and decided on a college after thinking it all over.

When she was nineteen, Ella took off to her college in London.

Ella saw a dandelion the night before she left. Ella blew it out and her wish was no longer the same. Ella wished that she would be able to become a journalist, the best she could be.

Ella’s dreams had changed and so had she.

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Because I Used to Like You

Today I took a hammer to the necklace you gave me. Also, the earrings, the shot glass and that dumb little mirror that I can barely see my face in.

I couldn’t yell at you. I couldn’t tell you how much I hate you right now (well, not so much after the hammering). I couldn’t tell you how I felt about everything you didn’t say.

I made my choices and you didn’t like them. You came up with the consequences for my actions. You decided to ignore me. Maybe a little part of me deserved that. Maybe since I pretty much left you without explaining why I was going. It wasn’t an actual boyfriend-girlfriend breakup where I’m like “Its over” and you’re like “Why” and I give you some cliche answer like “I must travel far far away to find my true self that has been lost.”

It was more like I just detached myself because it wasn’t right. I guess I didn’t leave you an explanation. I supposed I didn’t tell you why. But I think maybe you’re smart enough that you can figure out that we have different life paths. Maybe you should be able to JUST PUT IT TOGETHER that you created the divide between us by becoming someone who didn’t ever spend a casual Friday night in, someone who wouldn’t ever talk to me seriously like I need to be talked to, someone whose life revolved around a culture that we agreed didn’t have much to offer us in the end.

And so I ignored you and we became acquaintances again. Not angry acquaintances, or so I thought. But then your anger came out, months later, when I talked to your friends about the excessive smoking and doing nothing at all with your life. They talked to you and you pinned me as the instigator of your reform committee.

If only you knew it was only because I used to like you. I thought you were great! And then you changed on me. Or your mask fell off. It doesn’t really matter because, even though part of me was mad, most of it was because there is a part of my heart that is still soft for you. Not because I love you or am not over you, but because what we had, our relationship and those moments were more than just a little fling. More than just the average relationship. Or so I thought.

Today, I just had to let all my anger go at you. I know yelling at you won’t do anything because it isn’t the right way to approach you. See, I even know the right way to approach you. I also know that I want to be a good person and that this is my anger I need to deal with, not yours.

So I took a hammer to it all. I also broke that stupid glass your friend left at my apartment, the one with the elephant on the front, for good measure. I enjoyed breaking it and throwing it in the trash. Part of me wanted to put it in a card and send it your way but I know that I’m not that angry. That’s the hurt coming through. The pain of someone who left someone else for her own good but didn’t explain. The pain of someone who hates being hated for trying to do the right thing by talking to your friends. The pain of someone who has a history with you.

Maybe someday we will talk. But for today, I broke it all. Then I threw it away.

I feel a bit better, actually. I think I might be ready to blow on another dandelion and make a new wish because I can stop looking back at my old, bent up and squashed ones that didn’t work out.

 

 

 

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