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The Last Summer: Two people prepare to say goodbye
Posted by EmmeElle, Sep 20, 2009. 1376 views. ID = 2860

The Last Summer

Posted by EmmeElle, Sep 20, 2009. 1376 views. ID = 2860
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I would love comments on this piece... I'm not sure if the story comes across the way I planned it.

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We knew that we had only the summer, and that when the warm weather prepared to take its leave, so would we. We made it count.

I took you to the aquarium and watched your face light up when the whales jumped. I bought you a snow cone, and when you finished it you had red stains around your mouth and blanketing your tongue. You actually reminded me of my daughter, then, and I don’t think I’ve ever loved you so much as I did in that moment, when you laughed and kissed my cheek and shared the sweet blemish.

You came with me to see baseball games. I know you didn’t want to, but you came anyway and you pretended to enjoy it as much as I did. After every game, I took all of our souvenirs – the foam fingers, the plastic caps previously filled with vanilla soft-serve, the jerseys – and put them in a box in the back of my closet. Now that you are gone, I have taken that box out and spread the items around to fill the empty space at home.

I took you shopping. Oh, did I take you shopping! There was so much that you seemed to need, and I wanted to provide all of it. I wanted you to feel safe, like I could take care of you. You called me your “sugar daddy” when I let you get the Prada purse. I think you were joking, but the sound of those words was music.

We went to matinee movies almost every day. They were only $3 a ticket and we didn’t have anything else to do, anyway. We shared popcorn, but we always bought two drinks. Sometimes, in the darkness, you rested your head on my shoulder. Sometimes you cried at the end. You would turn away, embarrassed, and it hurt me. I remember the times when you weren’t afraid to let me see your pain.


On the last day, we were busy and that was for the best. We packed up your things. I helped you load your suitcases into the car. Once the work was done, we just stood there; you jingled your keys in your hand and shifted your weight around. I tried to think of a joke or a story, anything to make you stay just a minute longer, but there was nothing. So I told you to study hard, and you got into your car and drove away, and you didn’t need me to reach the pedals or help you steer.


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smalltownlady
Jan 18, 2010
You captured Dad's emotion. Perhaps he has summer custody or maybe she's just home for a long summer visit. Either way, if we can judge a story by the tears it causes, you succeeded.
   ~Posted by smalltownlady, Jan 18, 2010



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