It didn’t start out all fireworks and loud-speaker marching band music.
The fire kindled tentatively.
A cautious and shy blaze, a tiny tickle in my stomach. That funny feeling that comes when a car goes over a rise in the road too fast. No roller coaster drop of frightening apprehension, but a perfect shiver from an unexpected thrill.
Heady tremors of excitement when hands touched or with a brush of warm lips against a flushed cheek. A quickening heart when he was near, or a loss for words at the sound of his voice.
A small gasp, a school-girl blush, a perpetual smile, set off a slow burning rocket fuse. Lit long ago, a wildfire of oohs and aahs rained down to crash smoldering back to earth as white, hot embers.
A mere whisper, a soft-breathed word, can still set the fireworks aflame.
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Loved this!! Perfect description of those initial feelings 🙂
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Thanks Carrie!
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I was inspired by the Fourth of July…
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Barry stole my comment. Spot on. The metaphor was perfect. well done, ma’am
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I tried to work in something about “my rocket scientist,” but couldn’t get it to fit.
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Love love love the photo Tara! It held my attention for a while as I kind of got lost in the shapes and colors.
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As soon as I got the prompt, I knew I had to right photo to go with the submission. I’m glad you liked it.
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Oh Tara. I loved this. It was like a series of snapshots. You can tell you’re a photographer at heart, as reading this was like looking at a photo album glancing from one perfect image to the next!
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Thank you! I really enjoy reading how other people interpret what I’ve written and that each person sees something different.
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Isn’t it fun answering to each comment? 😉 I’m glad you’re enjoying how we all saw different things in your take!
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