600seconds - Happy Birthday
Dec. 6th, 2006 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yellowhordeNotes: Written for the LiveJournal community, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
600seconds. December 6, 2005 prompt - Happy Birthday
A brisk late May breeze ruffled through Lisa’s hair as she stepped out of her rusted Chevy Citation. She held a hand up to block the late afternoon sun and glanced at her watch.
Almost time, she thought and smiled. But it died before it could reach her eyes.
Moving with purpose, she removed a small wicker basket from the passenger side seat, making sure everything was there before bumping the door shut with her hip. Then she started walking up a nearby hill, following a faint trail in the grass.
Upon reaching her destination, she sat on the ground, tucking her legs under her skirt demurely. The sky, leaves and grass were beautiful here, lush and vibrant. Reaching into the basket, she removed a small cupcake with bright yellow frosting, lit the wax candle shaped like the number six. The flame flickering in the wind for a moment before it was blown out.
Finally, a small framed picture was placed on the small slab of polished marble, carefully placed to obscure the inscribed dates, as in not seeing equated not remembering. A little girl grinned back at her, brown pigtails, a missing tooth, blue eyes like her father.
Tears blurred Lisa’s eyes as they had every day for the last three months.
“Happy Birthday, Baby.”
600seconds. December 6, 2005 prompt - Happy BirthdayA brisk late May breeze ruffled through Lisa’s hair as she stepped out of her rusted Chevy Citation. She held a hand up to block the late afternoon sun and glanced at her watch.
Almost time, she thought and smiled. But it died before it could reach her eyes.
Moving with purpose, she removed a small wicker basket from the passenger side seat, making sure everything was there before bumping the door shut with her hip. Then she started walking up a nearby hill, following a faint trail in the grass.
Upon reaching her destination, she sat on the ground, tucking her legs under her skirt demurely. The sky, leaves and grass were beautiful here, lush and vibrant. Reaching into the basket, she removed a small cupcake with bright yellow frosting, lit the wax candle shaped like the number six. The flame flickering in the wind for a moment before it was blown out.
Finally, a small framed picture was placed on the small slab of polished marble, carefully placed to obscure the inscribed dates, as in not seeing equated not remembering. A little girl grinned back at her, brown pigtails, a missing tooth, blue eyes like her father.
Tears blurred Lisa’s eyes as they had every day for the last three months.
“Happy Birthday, Baby.”
