One more mile… One more mile… One more mile… I kept chanting this over and over in my head. I don't know who said the first mile was the worst, but they're a liar. I hated them all. My legs were on fire and began to wobble like Jello.
The blistering sun filtered through the small canopy making the suffocating temperature even more unbearable. I swiped away the sweat running down my face. Just one more mile to conquer and I would be home. My legs were screaming in protest with every pounding step I took.
I wasn't an athlete no where near one and I hated to run, unless I was running away from gym class. I don't know why, but my feet never did what I wanted them to do. It was as if my body wasn't completely connected with itself. As if …show more content…
Her naturally bright white blonde hair was tied back into a chignon that she no doubly spent more than an hour perfecting this morning, not a hair out of place. That’s my mom, picture perfect all the time.
“Hi sweetheart, sorry I'm late,”. You had to know my mom well to see the exhaustion hiding behind her eyes.
“Dinner will be ready in 5.” I called from the kitchen as I stirred the noodles. She looked dead on her feet, so I decided to wait until later to tell her what I seen today,
I adore my mom, but she couldn't cook to save her life, so I was happy to beat her home on days like this. I slide the tray of taco shells into the oven to warm up. Hence why my favorite recipes came from TV shows I watched, tonight was spaghetti tacos.
She emerged from her room a few minutes later, looking refreshed and dressed down in jeans and an unbuttoned cropped jean jacket with a plain black tee underneath. I don't think my mom knew how not to look like she just stepped off a runway. Maybe it was a gift our legacy passed down, part of the magic we carried in our blood.
“Geni, I have to run out for a few. I shouldn't be too long, but don't wait up.” She leaned against the wall, putting her flats on one at a time and I drained the …show more content…
Be careful tonight, Mom.” I leaned in and kissed her cheek and watched her slip out the front door.
I used to ask her what surreptitious adventure she was up to each time she left like this, but she would never give me a straight answer so I gave up. I knew if it wasn't important she wouldn't leave.
Walking to the window, I watched through the raindrops as her SUV backed out of the driveway and disappeared into the night.
The rain drops quickly turned into an angry storm. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky causing me to stumble backwards. Another flash lit up the sky, with a trembling hand I quickly threw the curtains together. It was going to be a long night.
Sleeping was difficult that night. Between the torrential down pour hammering the roof and the thunder rolling in the background, it was well after midnight when I finally started to drift off. Just before sleep took over, my mom’s face flashed in my head, her eyes full of fear and I could have sworn my name rolled through the wind like I was being called. I felt something lift off me, like a second skin; floating away never to be in my reach again, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on my skin. It was too late to think too much of it as slumber took hold of
The blistering sun filtered through the small canopy making the suffocating temperature even more unbearable. I swiped away the sweat running down my face. Just one more mile to conquer and I would be home. My legs were screaming in protest with every pounding step I took.
I wasn't an athlete no where near one and I hated to run, unless I was running away from gym class. I don't know why, but my feet never did what I wanted them to do. It was as if my body wasn't completely connected with itself. As if …show more content…
Her naturally bright white blonde hair was tied back into a chignon that she no doubly spent more than an hour perfecting this morning, not a hair out of place. That’s my mom, picture perfect all the time.
“Hi sweetheart, sorry I'm late,”. You had to know my mom well to see the exhaustion hiding behind her eyes.
“Dinner will be ready in 5.” I called from the kitchen as I stirred the noodles. She looked dead on her feet, so I decided to wait until later to tell her what I seen today,
I adore my mom, but she couldn't cook to save her life, so I was happy to beat her home on days like this. I slide the tray of taco shells into the oven to warm up. Hence why my favorite recipes came from TV shows I watched, tonight was spaghetti tacos.
She emerged from her room a few minutes later, looking refreshed and dressed down in jeans and an unbuttoned cropped jean jacket with a plain black tee underneath. I don't think my mom knew how not to look like she just stepped off a runway. Maybe it was a gift our legacy passed down, part of the magic we carried in our blood.
“Geni, I have to run out for a few. I shouldn't be too long, but don't wait up.” She leaned against the wall, putting her flats on one at a time and I drained the …show more content…
Be careful tonight, Mom.” I leaned in and kissed her cheek and watched her slip out the front door.
I used to ask her what surreptitious adventure she was up to each time she left like this, but she would never give me a straight answer so I gave up. I knew if it wasn't important she wouldn't leave.
Walking to the window, I watched through the raindrops as her SUV backed out of the driveway and disappeared into the night.
The rain drops quickly turned into an angry storm. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky causing me to stumble backwards. Another flash lit up the sky, with a trembling hand I quickly threw the curtains together. It was going to be a long night.
Sleeping was difficult that night. Between the torrential down pour hammering the roof and the thunder rolling in the background, it was well after midnight when I finally started to drift off. Just before sleep took over, my mom’s face flashed in my head, her eyes full of fear and I could have sworn my name rolled through the wind like I was being called. I felt something lift off me, like a second skin; floating away never to be in my reach again, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on my skin. It was too late to think too much of it as slumber took hold of