Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Maria's Song, Chapter 1: It's Just What I Wanted!

This week's Trifecta challenge concerns the word, "mouth"......as in, the mouth of a river or the mouth of a bottle.

I have chosen to write the second part of my story concerning the little girl in the blue dress from the weekend challenge, two weekends ago.  Click here to read "Maria's Song:  Part 1".

My hope, with this instalment of the story, is to develop a sense of the loving family home life Laura enjoys.  Next instalment, I shall contrast this by introducing Maria and her family life.   But, for now, I hope that you enjoy this part of the story.



Maria's Song:  Chapter 1, Part 2, It's Just What I Wanted!



The last of the party guests had gone to their homes, leaving Laura and her parents a welcome silence in which to exhale and collapse. Surrounded by balloons, paper plates and the easy quiet of their now empty house, the three flopped down upon the couch. Laura held on to her father's arm and snuggled against him.  No one spoke. Each replaying their own memories of, what was, a very good party.

Laura's eyes slowly began to close.  Mom and Dad looked at each other and smiled.

Dad picked Laura up and carried her to her bedroom, where soft, comfy pyjamas and warm blankets awaited.  Once dressed and ready, she climbed into bed, clutching Maria. Dad kissed her forehead, brushed away a strand of hair from her eyes and tucked her comforter around her neck.

"Happy birthday, Sweetheart," he said softly.

"Thanks, Daddy," she yawned.  "I had a good time."  She hugged her dolly.

Dad turned off her light and headed for the kitchen. He grabbed two cappuccino glasses. Within moments, fresh drink filled each cup, a blanket of foam nestled against each mouth.

In the living room,  Mom had begun tidying up.

"Come."  Dad held out a cappuccino. "This can wait," he said, gesturing to the mess.

Mom sighed.  They sat down together.  Dad grabbed the remote. The soulful sounds of Cold Specks filled the room.  Mom curled her legs under herself and leaned against her husband.

"Don't let me fall asleep," she said. "There's still so much to do."

Dad chuckled but said nothing.  Within moments, her breathing became rhythmic and she had drifted off to sleep, too.   He gently took her glass and placed it on the end table.  Looking around the room, he knew he'd be cleaning the rest of the mess. He didn't mind, though.

The music, cool. His sleeping ladies, beautiful.  Dad wrapped himself in the warm glow of a life that felt right.  The cappuccino warmed his throat.

The cleaning would have to wait.



Cold Specks, "Lay Me Down".