Rosie requested me to tidy her yard and instead, had me listen to her love story. With my father. Over a beer. Afterwards, when I walked over to the flower-bed, she said, “another time, David. Say, visit me again?”
I saw the same longing in her eyes, that rests in mine. I figure, Sheila might have noticed the resemblance in me but she dismissed it. Sam is incapable of loving a boy who suddenly exists. Rosie is the only one who saw me.
I am used to indifference; but how to confront love which is thicker and quicker than blood?
Rosie, I will visit you. Again.
Word Count: 110
Above in response to voice week 2013 – voice 5