Summer’s first kiss
A fantasy
A fumble
A moment made humble.
Not stolen;
Theft.
~*~
“Do you remember your first kiss?” Summer asked of her mother.
“Oh, darling, that was such a long time ago.” She thought for a moment. “It certainly wasn’t with your dad.”
“That would be a no, then?” Summer was despondent.
“Yes, that would be a no. … What about you?” Her mother asked, mildly curious. “Do you remember yours?’
Summer thought for a moment. Dare she tell her mother the truth of that first moment her lips touched those of another? She’d never mentioned it before. Too much shame attached to it. Not a kiss by choice; a kiss by chance. Someone else’s chance. No romance. A moment of groping in a dark theatre by a boy who’d asked her out under false pretences; her boundaries crossed when she had no border guard. All she’d wanted to do was watch The Pink Panther.
“No, mother, I don’t remember my first kiss.”
~*~
Sadly, not all first kisses are what we might wish.
Written in response to Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday challenge.
Thanks for visiting,
Dorothy
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014
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I like the way you prefaced the story with a poem. I was at first confused by the ending but the story explained it. I guess you could say that the poem is a visual representation (like a painting that tells a story).
Thanks. I didn’t really know where this was going either, but that’s what free writing is, after all. A stumble into the unknown. I was left to wonder how many first kisses are all sunshine and roses. I guess I ended up presenting another side of the story. … Thanks for stopping by … 🙂
I was a bit slow on this one, probably because I do remember my first kiss. But then it all made perfect sense and is quite lovely. The whole thing is poetry even though I know it is supposed to be a mix.
I wrote the verse really as an exercise to get the creative juices flowing. Wasn’t even sure I would keep it. But then I thought of how, in this instance, theft is different than stealing and decided to keep the verse. You’re right, it all worked out though at the time of writing I wasn’t sure it would. … My first kiss happened in grade 2. I can still remember holding hands with a boy my age and walking around the school yard together. It’s one of the few sweet memories I have of that time. I could have written about that, but this theme seemed more interesting. … Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
“her boundaries crossed when she had no border guard.” I enjoyed reading this Dorothy! I think what you said about not all first kisses being what we wished, it’s very true. Thanks for sharing that side of this prompt.
Thanks for your comment, Talicha. If we are never taught to set boundaries and then how to guard them how can we stop the unwanted invading our territory? Such an important life lesson so few understand. … Be well, Dorothy 🙂
Lovely write! The beauty of free write is it is real, fumbling at times just like that first kiss. I really enjoyed this. Oliana
Thank you 🙂