Prompt: Go outside. Stare
at the sky. Write about what you see.
The Sky
13 June 2015
The sky is cloudless. No
mean feat in this part of the northwest
where grey skies are the
norm and usually the sky is chock full of clouds
Clouds! Where the hell
are you? Without you, the sky is a big blue void!
Note: it is rimmed in
pale blue gradating to white
which suddenly reminds me
of “A Whiter Shade of Pale”
playing on the juke box
at Jake’s Café, East side, Olympia,
June 1967, where I was a
waitress (first job off the farm)
and when my shift was
done, going with a “regular” who
was divorced and twice my
age at 36, handsome in a Dick Clark
kinda way, to a city park and smooching for a good
long time
He may have thought it
was foreplay, but
I was 18, and to me, it
was making out
As he (for the life of
me, I cannot remember his name)
built up a head of steam,
panting and shoving his hands where
they did not belong, I was saved by a
plaintive meowing
in the bushes
I jumped out of his car
and went in search of
the owner of the meow,
the mood interrupted,
he quickly followed
We managed to find a
scruffy little kitten
(which I cannot for the
life of me remember what
it looked like)
Resigned, he offered to
take me back to my car
I cuddled the kitten all
the way
As I said good night, he
smiled and asked
what I would call the
kitten- I replied something
inane like “Fluffy”, but
in my mind I knew
it was God…
The sky is still
cloudless, but a darker, richer shade of blue.
RMK June 2015 ©
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