Heat rose off of the grimy dryer door, laid open to dissipate the sweltering, man-made heat of the clothes-oven currently being used to dry his clothes; soaked from the thunderstorm he’d walked home in.
The scent of over-heated socks and stale body odor assaulted her, the delicate scent glands of her inexperienced nostrils burning at the intrusion. This was not the life for her. This was not the life she had dreamed of, not ever, not once. Did anyone ever dream about how real-life would be?
She was going to be an oceanographer and sail the open seas with the likes of Jacques Cousteau and his sons. Perhaps one of his sons might fall in love with her and she’d be welcomed into a family of achievers. A family that made a difference in the world. A family that cared.
A knock upside her right temple stopped her mind-wandering abruptly. The man called her a simpleton, told her he’d paid her father way too much for her. Slapped her again just because he could before lumbering out of the tiny kitchen where she sat huddled against the wall, the scent of sea spray lingering in the air.
They keep asking me as if somehow, I can just look in the mirror and know. Am I a boy or a am I a girl? I do not know.I
The that appeal to me. Keep your trucks and GI Joe’s, it’s to the theatre I want to go.
Yet standing here so gaunt and thin, wishing for things that have never been discussed out loud or in private company. What I would do for all the jewels and wealth in the world, I would give it all up for a small bit of money.
Cash to pay the surgeons bill, who’d change this boy into a girl.
Response to prompt word RAMBUNCTIOUS in 6 Sentences Only by “Girlie on the Edge”
There are those that are very rambunctious among us. Their lives always full of tumultuous disorder. These unrestrained, uproarious disciples of chaotic clambering keep this earth clearly askew on its axis. I stridently search for a cacophony of silence amid the ever increasing din of raucous rollicking around me. Alas I find I’m once again thrown into the proverbial bed with a group of boisterous termagants. Until once again I can lay my head on my pillow of unadulterated opulence.
First time out of the house in seven weeks due to being so sick with COVID-19 and pneumonia. Nature welcomed me home. The dolphins were jumping, fishing and surfing; sea birds swarmed the sandbar and even the mighty sun star said hello and goodnight. Blessed!