Taunting Past
As the first snowflake settled, it whispered secrets of a winter tale waiting to unfold. It whispered a story to me, one of heartache and love. I ran inside to tell Grandma but she didn't believe me, and said I was being foolish to think a snowflake could talk. It didn't matter that I protested, insisting I wasn't mishearing things. Was I, or was Grandma the foolish one?
I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I feel a sink on my right side. I look up and see my sister laughing with her husband and my brother with his wife on the booth across. I watch as my sister and brother are all lovey-dovey with their significant others. It’s just another reminder that I’m alone this time around.
I mean not that I mind being single, but still a little irritating watching my siblings practically rub it in my face. Sigh. I mean I’ve tried to put myself out there but it’s practically impossible to find a good guy anymore. My sister just so happened to get to marry her high school sweetheart.
I huff and get up off of the seat, heading to the bar. I need another drink. I drink a little heavier this time around, always haunted by my last night with my grandmother. I mentally insist to myself that I only remember that night for that, but I can't ignore the longing I become consumed by when I think about the snowflakes whisper. I don't remember the story it told me, just that it made my heart flutter and made me smile.
No one believed me so I don't know what to believe.
I walked back over to our booth after a hot minute, now a little bit less than or more than tipsy. My siblings are talking about their kids and their new houses, yada, yada, yada. I stop listening about halfway through the rant, only my attention snaps back to them when I hear Mark and Lacey, my sister and her husband, talking with Jack and Lora my brother and his wife, about a common friend they knew, and about setting us up on a date.
"Woah, woah, woah, I am not dating a guy I don't even know," I interrupted them. They turn their gazes to me, making me shift as I take another big swig of my margarita. "What do you mean, Rina? You need a husband don't you see how happy me and Jack are with Lora and Mark? The four of them smile at each other and I bark out a laugh. They become confused and before they can ask I answer the unspoken question in their eyes. "I'm not giving up my job as a flight attendant for a man who wants me as a stay-at-home mother. But dear sister I must go pack my things, I'm flying to South Carolina tomorrow. Buh-Bye!"
I left the restaurant laughing my head off, okay maybe I'm drunk, but hey that was pretty funny! I walked to the road and hailed a taxi.
When I got home I threw some clothes I had set out before my dinner with the siblings and their betrothed or as I like to call them, The love birds. Once I packed all the things I typically needed for the short time I stayed in a state, I crashed on the couch. Dreaming of the night I had oh so long ago
