Life 3.0 (random writing - ours)
The first thing that went wrong was Alice tripping over the waiter and falling into the wedding cake. I just watched it all from the table while Eric was telling my best friend that marriage was just another step. Alice was covered in white lace icing that clung to her rose-colored dress like some kind of obscene shawl. Eric began to laugh and I went over to help her. My mother looked horrified. Eric's mother looked confused. Alice tried to apologize, but ended up drooling pink and lavender flowers. I should have realized then.
Eric had a job as a consultant. My job was a no-brainer shelving books in the public library. I'd hide in the stacks reading and go home and ask Eric, What do you think the most passionate kiss would feel like?
Like a kiss?
No like the most passionate one you ever felt.
Maybe like the first time. I dunno. Have you seen my blue folder?
I got pregnant with Alexa when I was 26. I read to her in the stacks. We read biographies and travel books. I was 27 when I had her, and I don't remember anything except the moment they put her in my arms.
She's perfect.
She's really red.
Look at her fingers.
They're small.
She's a baby.
Oh. Right.
When Alexa turned 4 she fell in the playground. She broke her leg. I quite working. Eric turned back into himself, the self before I married him. He carried her around and sang to her. He talked to me again. Her leg healed and she ran around the yard singing I can jump and run. Eric turned back into married Eric.
When I turned 32, I asked him if he remembered Alice. He didn't.
If I had any idea it would be like this, I guess I would have left.
Eric had a job as a consultant. My job was a no-brainer shelving books in the public library. I'd hide in the stacks reading and go home and ask Eric, What do you think the most passionate kiss would feel like?
Like a kiss?
No like the most passionate one you ever felt.
Maybe like the first time. I dunno. Have you seen my blue folder?
I got pregnant with Alexa when I was 26. I read to her in the stacks. We read biographies and travel books. I was 27 when I had her, and I don't remember anything except the moment they put her in my arms.
She's perfect.
She's really red.
Look at her fingers.
They're small.
She's a baby.
Oh. Right.
When Alexa turned 4 she fell in the playground. She broke her leg. I quite working. Eric turned back into himself, the self before I married him. He carried her around and sang to her. He talked to me again. Her leg healed and she ran around the yard singing I can jump and run. Eric turned back into married Eric.
When I turned 32, I asked him if he remembered Alice. He didn't.
If I had any idea it would be like this, I guess I would have left.