She gives you a prompt, you write for five minutes flat. Very simple. Very awesome.
This week's word was She.
Happy Friday, friends.
go. do. be.
She was only two years older than I am now.
She was responsible for far more than food and shelter and hygiene and making me miserable.
She was often met with attitude and harsh words and grief.
She thought dating a boy four years older than me was a very, very bad idea.
She believed a boy old enough to vote had no earthly business with a girl not yet old enough to drive.
She was the name of a track on the album he gave me as a gift. The first album ever given to me by a boy, the first relationship I had with its very own soundtrack. The first time I ever felt bound to another human being's soul because of lyrics written and base lines made and art created that we both 'got.'
She chased him away from the driveway one night and I never saw him again.
She will swear to this day she was right.
I don't know where he is now. I don't actually care. It doesn't matter, really.
Every time I hear She, he is there.
And so am I.
I am forever grateful she made the decision for me. I am confident she knew more than she let on. I know she understood a boy who would give me She would most likely destroy my spirit if given the chance.
She had been given music by a boy once, too.
And she knew.