Last time on Soul To Body: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/04/17/100-word-song-of-lillies-and-remains/
He opened his eyes, releasing the memory of Camille and ending his long embrace with Violet. Violet ran upstairs and brought her homework down. For the first time in many months, he sat with his daughter on the same couch watching television while she did her school assignments. He flipped channels to a hockey game and slid into a more comfortable lounging position. Violet remarked.
“You should let the scruffy face grow. It makes you look more like a dad.”
He smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
“Vi, I’m going to take a shower and get some stuff ready for work tomorrow. Should I wear a tie to my meeting, downtown?”
Tapping a number two pencil against her smooth chin, Violet answered.
“No. You look old in ties. Take out your off-white dress shirt but don’t iron it. That blue sports coat you wear all the time would match the shirt. Wear those nice jeans Gus and I bought you a few weeks ago. You’ll look younger and happier in that ensem. Your meeting people will pay attention to you more.”
He shook his head from side to side in agreement and grinned.
“What would I do without you and your Aunt?”
Without hesitation, Violet lowered her head to the textbook on her lap and shot back.
“Dress very poorly.”
An ache in his back made him cringe as he walked to the bathroom. Approaching his fortieth birthday, He noticed his body becoming more brittle. He felt his feet become cold as he reached the tiled floor. Turning on the shower, he caught his reflection in the fixtures and vanity slapped him. He grumbled to himself.
“I’ve aged five years in the past twelve months. “
He felt his cell phone in the left front pocket of his jeans as he pulled them off. Two text messages were in his inbox.
“Hey, it’s Mallory. I’m sorry if I came on strong. Hope you’re having a good night with Violet.”
“I’m working downtown, tomorrow. You mentioned you were too. I can have lunch at 12:30.”
He felt a wave of confidence wash over him. Now naked, he examined himself in the mirror. He saw good things and bad things. He saw needs and loneliness. With the phone still in his left hand, he smirked at his reflection and texted Mallory.
“I’ll meet you at Smyth’s Olde Pub at 12:30 if you don’t tell anyone, especially Facebook.”
She answered immediately.
“”I promise. Can’t wait to see you.”
He grimaced at the guilt pangs, ran his right hand over his face stubble and looked away.
“Mallory, you’re going to get four days of scruff and a female approved wardrobe. Hope you’re ready.”
He chuckled at his bravado and stepped into the warm shower.
This is a new story episode of Soul To Body a out Violet, her deceased mom Camille, and the man they love. You can find the rest of the story, so far, here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/soul-to-body/ This is linked to the writing prompt “makeover” by Write On Edge: http://writeonedge.com/2012/04/red-writing-hood-makeover-2/
Music is great but it’s also weird. I woke up with Never Let You Go by Third Eye Blind playing in my head. I only like, maybe, three of their songs. But this was so muse-like that I scrapped my original post and reworked something for Vi and her dad. The lyrics are perfect for this entry, because Mallory, that girl is like a sunburn. Here’s Third Eye Blind, a excelent description on our grieving dad.