Beautiful

Click, click. The car doors unlock and I hop inside. The familiar scent is comfort. Just the way I left her. I sigh pleasantly, and start her up. As I drive, I notice that the rear view mirror isn’t quite right. No one’s driven her since I left… Have I gotten taller? Can’t be. I adjust the mirror.

Mom calls from the kitchen. Chicken, cabbage, and butter fill my nose. Mmmm. Stir-fry for dinner. I’m in the doorway in an instant, mom glancing up. 

“You’re so beautiful,” She says and I sputter.

“What’s that for?” I smile.

“You’ve been glowing since you got back. You are standing taller, your posture has improved and you are.... glowing.”

I remember feeling taller in my car. I remember all the fun I had, the new friends I met. I remember the way I felt being able to navigate the streets of a foreign city by myself. I remember exploring on my own and loving every moment. I remember growing comfortable in that city far away. 

“You’re more confident now. And it makes you beautiful.”

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[roarke]

Is this an outline of a story, capturing the beginning/middle/end of the piece? It doesn't have to be more detailed though. Adding in just a few scant scatterings of timeline, locale, and character motivation/perspective in each chap. this could work. Even as an outline, your narrative moves deftly along. Fun.