By Tisa Garrison
She was young, cute, fun—a great dance teacher. He was a handsome, smooth-talking Irishman. They wanted each other. Why not? WWII was over.
No dreams of picket fences, post-war cottages, or forming a family. They just wanted to “do it.” The pill wasn’t available yet.
They coupled, then wed: City Hall…only her heartbroken parents attended.
Six months later he was restless. She taught ballroom until her belly was too big. He drove off in an 18-wheeler seeking adventure. She moved in with her folks.
Then I arrived. Grandparents kept me. She moved on.
Then a consequence, now a Boomer.
That’s how it goes sometimes. Good one.
Thanks, Tony. I was amazed I could encapsulate my life in 101 Words.
I admire your use of an impersonal “she”
and love your title.
THANK YOU…as my mentor and agent…your approval means everything!
I like my alliteration…She taught ballroom until her belly became too big…truth can be beautiful.
Good point… I know writing is cathartic… I have some part of my life in most of the stories I write.
Thanks, Gary…the potholes make us survivors…