A treasure never to be forgotten
|"No Dialogue Contest" prompt: Birthday
It was warm, soft, and oh, so tender. He tasted delicious. There was a hint of fresh scented mint from her birthday cake icing on Johnny True’s breath as the kiss ended. Marcy had just blown out the candles and gotten her birthday wish.
Her hand crept into his, squeezed and let go with a quick thank you before she turned to her other guests. She felt his gentle warmth at her side helping to hand her the next in a long procession of gifts. His had been the first and the best.
There was more than promise there in his loving touch. A quick glance at him revealed the stars in her eyes were reflected in his. They were a universe unto themselves.
Everything else turned into blurred motion until she wiped happy tears from her eyes. There was almost too much happiness to keep inside. It kept flashing out in her smile, escaping in her next ooh and ahh. There were no words that could express what she felt. None were expected. No-one was calling for a speech from the party girl. It felt so good to be among those who just let her be herself.
The bawdry birthday spank on her butt by her favorite friend Angie hardly yielded more than a surprised yelp and the feeling was gone. It was replaced by Johnny’s arm around her shoulders. He, friends, and family echoed each other singing their hearts out with a rendition of the Happy Birthday song.
Laughter mingled with a few shed tears from her parents as a parting gift on this the beginning of her eighteenth year. They traded hugs, her mom’s was a little full of longing for younger years trembling away so recently in the past. Her dad’s embrace still held her close to his heart where only little girls can find their way. She would always be that to him no matter how many years they gathered together.
Marcy felt Johnny step back. She closed her eyes, wishing him to his place at her side. As if this magic day would never end he was there again, nodding towards the next surprise.
Her brother, Mark, had that twinkle in his eye which meant he’d done one of his practical jokes on her again. He was a marvelous artist. She hoped he had done one of his fantasy masterpieces of art scrawled with the edge of a soap bar on her front window for the upcoming holidays. The neighbors wouldn’t mind her leaving it there until rain or snow washed it away, would they?
Before she could pull open the drapes to see the magic left there he shook his head no, pointed to a wiggly bundle of energy covered in a small blanket crawling toward her. A short stubby tail stuck out from the trailing end.
Marcy was instantly down on her knees to welcome the newest member of her family into her arms. She would name the pup, Happy. He would be a constant companion while she waited for the return of the soldiers in her life.
It was the perfect day to be treasured and re-lived forever captured in her heart. It only grew more vivid and poignant when the news of Johnny True and Mark Kimball’s deaths on the battlefield of an unknown war in Africa wandered the way back home without them.