I was prissy as a child. No dirt under these fingernails."
"You were prissy? I don't believe it."
"If you knew my mother, it wouldn't surprise you." I raise both of my hands in surrender. "But I've grown up. I'm not afraid to get dirty anymore."
A lone eyebrow skyrockets and color creeps up his neck. "Is that right?"
I drop my face into my hands and bump against his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that."
His laughter is warm on the nape of my neck. "Don't worry. I know." We stand to leave and I soak up the view one more time, taking a dozen more pictures before heading for the lift to go down. It's all going too fast. The sun's already descending on our last day. I'm not ready to go back.
"You were prissy? I don't believe it."
"If you knew my mother, it wouldn't surprise you." I raise both of my hands in surrender. "But I've grown up. I'm not afraid to get dirty anymore."
A lone eyebrow skyrockets and color creeps up his neck. "Is that right?"
I drop my face into my hands and bump against his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that."
His laughter is warm on the nape of my neck. "Don't worry. I know." We stand to leave and I soak up the view one more time, taking a dozen more pictures before heading for the lift to go down. It's all going too fast. The sun's already descending on our last day. I'm not ready to go back.
( Kristin Rae )
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