Three years ago, I met my husband. At work. So taboo, I know! Here’s a semi fictional version of our story …A girl in a womanly suit with a skirt sat across from a boy inside a manly crisp jacket. They both wore gray and a peek of blue showing at the collar. A table stood between them, deep and wide it was, but the smile he smiled at her carried across the vast divide. She smiled back at him, unaware the gap just grew smaller. A teacher handed them a stapled sheaf, with intent to inspire. Corporate success is bound for you! Plan each day, we will show you how! First, fill your day with big rocks and stones, add in some pebbles and drizzle with sand. Inside these lines, you’ll shape your day. Try to stay inside the lines, try not to stray.The girl knew what was important to her. The big rocks were heavy; sometimes they weighed her down. The man across from her watched with glee. He understood how it worked. His jacket wrinkled when he pushed aside the sheaf to lean over, “Meet me outside?”
The road she drove on was gray and flat, full of rocks melded together that she never minded. The park was green; summer was blooming and the sky was deep blue. She showed up in shorts and threw her hair in a pony. It wasn’t a date, just you know, a friendly meeting.
These are my rocks. I want you to see them all.
Into the pot, they threw in big stones, pebbles and all the sand they could find. Along came the family and added some too. Neighbors and friends, they couldn’t hold back, everyone had a rock they could give. People they didn’t know, people from around the world; everyone had a rock to rid.
By nightfall, there was a knock on the door. A visitor stopped by, a professor of sorts, they knew him from school.
“They call me the alchemist; I can turn stone into soup, if you’ll just let me try.”
They turned to each other and smiled the same smile that crossed the abyss of a table. It might not work out; but maybe it would. They did as he said, and went on with their day. He dipped in the ladle and found the soup clear; clear as consommé. They thought it was magic, a twist in the plot.
The alchemist was all the wiser; he knew magic wasn’t so clever. Magic was simply a stirring of words; a change of heart.
What a sweet story. You are a very talented writer! I love this idea for a post too – how I met my hubby. Thanks for sharing.
Ah Thank you!
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Aww thank you! Someday … My goal is to have it finished by the end of the year
Have you ever thought about writing a book?! I wish I could write like this!