A drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Feel free to join in and write your own drabbles on Fridays and tag them with “friday drabble” and on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble. With Valentine’s Day around the corner, you get a double – 200 words.
Standing offstage, he rubbed his sweaty palms against his leotard. The collar of his cape felt as though it was made of steel wool instead of sheep’s. He yanked at it for the thirtieth or fortieth time.
His cue came and he strode on stage towards Michele – Sleeping Beauty to the audience – who was laid on a divan, eyes closed, looking more dead than asleep.
During all the rehearsals, they had endured the teasing of the other kids about their “making out” and that screeching “sitting-in-a-tree” rhyme. He’d dutifully pecked her on the cheek each time and was admonished by Mrs. Clardy to “put a little more into it”.
He reached her, said his lines, then bent down and pressed his lips to hers. They were unexpectedly soft and yielding and Michele’s eyes shot open in surprise – and was that a smile he felt forming? He didn’t think the crowd noticed at all.
His house quiet now, listening to Zach stirring in the nursery, he glances over at a still-sleeping Michele. He smiles thinking how long ago that 4th grade play was and yet he can remember it as if it was yesterday.
Who says there isn’t any magic in kisses?