EggsA Story by CibsSpecial cake for a special person-- and because of that he isn’t here.There was a cold breeze coming through the window. The same
window she swore she had shut five minutes ago; or the window she was supposed
to shut before the ringing of the telephone distracted her. But she won’t get
up to shut it, she won’t even move from the floor she’s been sitting on for the
past 10 minutes. The cold breeze is the only thing that she can feel right now.
The only thing that’s assuring her that she’s alive right now. The only thing
that’s making it known that she’s not dreaming and everything that happened was
indeed real. He had left not even 20 minutes ago to get eggs. Kissed her
on the lips and said he’d be back in 30 minutes. Eggs. What a simple little word that now has no meaning. She can’t
even remember why they needed it in the first place. Why it couldn’t have
waited for tomorrow. She can feel the breeze blow through her soft curls, see the
auburn of it as it caresses her face, but she doesn’t bother to push the
strands behind her ear. That was his thing. He would pull it back behind her
ear, kiss her forehead and tell her he liked seeing her face. Especially her
eyes; he always said brown eyes were the easiest to get lost in. She disagreed
on that one, fierce sea green eyes were definitely easier, or at least his was.
She could hear his laughter in her head, the deep ones that started at the base
of your throat and made its way up until finding its release. He had that
contagious laugh that you couldn’t help but get sucked into and start laughing
as well. She could argue that that was her favorite sound in the world. Now all she can see is his face. His rugged face that would be
extremely intimidating if it wasn’t for his kind eyes and crooked smile that always
adorned it. And the one dimple she always teased him about, always asking what
happened to the other one. His slightly crooked nose he had broken when he was
eight smashing his bike into the ground. He never bothered to get it fixed,
said he didn’t care much about it- it was just a nose. His crooked nose that
reminded her that he wasn’t perfect, but damn near close to it. She could see
his sandy brown hair that used to be ear length, now cut to a crop along his
head. Said he needed a change, but really did it because it was getting too hot
out and he didn’t want to deal with it. She was shocked at first, but she liked
it, it made his features stand out more. His beautiful face she had seen for the last time 25 minutes ago. And she can hear his voice replaying their last conversation as if it were happening right now. “Baby, we’re out of eggs.” I could hear him shouting from the
kitchen, his head buried inside the refrigerator. “We are? Are you sure, I swear I saw some yesterday.” “Yeah I’m sure. I think I ate those anyways.” And I could hear his laugh again. “Well we could get some tomorrow or something. We don’t have to make it today.” Now I remember saying those words. If only I had fought harder he would still be here. But he’s as stubborn as I am and there’s no changing his mind. “It’s your birthday tomorrow and I promised I
would bake you a cake and I want to do it. I’ll just run to the store real
quick, it won’t take me long. Thirty minutes tops.” With that he had sprinted to the living
room, kissed me on the lips, grabbed his keys from the coffee table and headed
out the door to his car. She can feel
her vision getting blurry and starts to wonder why. But when she lifts her hands
to her face she feels wetness on her fingertips and finally realizes that she
was crying. She lifts her head to rest on the wall and catches something from
the corner of her eye. As she concentrates on the object she realizes it was
the Betty Crocker cake mix sitting atop the kitchen counter. And she loses it.
Tears start pouring down her face and she’s sobbing. Not the quiet kind of
sobs, but the kind that takes over your whole body and leaves you shaking. She
feels like she’s suffocating, like all the air from the room has been sucked
out and she can’t find a single ounce of oxygen. But she doesn’t care because
all she can think about is the fact that he’s not here. But she can’t quite
make herself say the words out loud. It’s too soon and she still hasn’t really
accepted it; all she knows is that he’s not here because a truck ran a red
light and he just happened to be the car it smashed into. It was her
birthday tomorrow. She was turning 25 and they were supposed to spend it
together. He was going to make her a cake and take her somewhere special. She
didn’t know where since he said it was supposed to be a surprise, but they were
going to be together so she didn’t care. Eggs. She didn’t even want a cake but he wanted to make her one so bad she agreed. She didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just buy one, but he insisted on baking it- said it was the one his mom used to make when he was a kid. Special cake for a special person-- and because of that he isn’t here. © 2010 Cibs |
StatsAuthorCibsMAAboutMy name is Cibelle and I'm 21 years old. I'm in college majoring in business finance, but that may change soon as I'm not liking it anymore. I love to read and always have since I was little. This is .. more..Writing
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