NaPoWriMo – Day 1
The Kiss
We stood in the garage doorway, book bag slung over my shoulder, his arm resting palm upon the door jam. In the lull after see-you later, I leaned to plant a kiss. He stepped away. What, I said, you don’t want a kiss? His mouth twitched.
Behind the steering wheel, I soothed my ego—marriage isn’t dating. The diamond on my ring finger catching the stop light sparkled green. No need to worry. And yet, in bed, half asleep when I returned home, stepping around the dog, not to disturb. He gazed up from beneath the edges of covers, I plopped down. Why’d you lean away from a kiss? You winched. The lipstick, he said. That, I said, leaning over to kiss him, you could’ve wiped away.
