Consideration Corner Forum FIRST LINES - but, must be sho..

 

 

I didn’t care that she was fifteen and that she wore thick ugly braces on her crooked teeth. When we’d meet behind the old churchyard, we were in heaven! We’d kiss and sparks would fly. Once our petting got so heated we nearly burned the rector’s house., but Betty “Blueberry” Hill knew just what to do. She turned on the hose and put out the fire, then worked on stopping the flames engulfing Parson Floyd’s Cape Cod cottage.

 

It would be clichè of me to say, “I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill,” but that’s the truth. She was a constant grab bag of surprises, and I learned more about life where it counts from that girl than I did from all those teachers at school who bragged about degrees, especially Mr. Thomson who enunciated this denigrating witticisms in a high falsetto he claimed was his impersonation of Oscar Wilde.

 

“Blueberry” knew the right buttons to push, and I lit up when she did. I tried once to be poetic, write a little ditty to impress her, knowing all the while I had about as much poetic talent as a turtle had leaping ability. She listened as I read my poem:

 

The world can up and end

But as long as you’re my friend

I’ll go down kissing

If you’ll only listen

To these words I will repeat:

Your love beats

All

 

She applauded! Kept clapping her hands like I was the next Longfellow, then kissed me till I was.

 

That all happened a long time ago when I was just thirteen, new to life, not afraid at all of bodily changes, because she was there to guide me all the way. Hill was there to give them hell, to let them know I was her man despite being just a boy.

 

The years passed too quickly. Time and a handsome stranger married Blueberry, never got to see her shiny braces, only the prettiest woman this earth ever had, but I did. I ran my tongue over those luscious lips, cut them twice on the wiring of her braces and bled gladly! Bled in the name of love! Took it like a man, but in the end a man took her and I am left today heavy-hearted with her memory. How when we were holding hands, the moon stood still. How my dream never came true.

 

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