Here's today's inspiration.
It's some lyrics from Sara Bareilles' Gonna Get Over You. It's off of her newest album Kaleidoscope Heart, a fantastic album if you haven't picked it up already.
Send us your drizzles based on the above inspirational quote and we'll post it next week in this segment.
And here's a little drizzle based on last week's inspiration:
A Meeting Fated
By mcgt
It’d been a year and yet I was still acutely mourning the loss of my father. Charlie had been the parent who I could relate to. He was patient and loving and understood all of my quirks and teenage withdrawal tendencies that my mother just couldn’t understand.
Rubbing my hand over the rough cement headstone, I traced my finger over his engraved name and the inscription below.
Loving father
He was so much more than a loving father. He was the person who pushed me. Hell, some days it felt more like a shove in the right direction then a gentle nudge, but his intentions were always good. Renee’s voice seemed to always grate on my nerves. She wanted the daughter that I never was or would be. After daddy died, she took off for destinations unknown. At the age of twenty eight, she must have figured I was no longer her responsibility and could do without having any family. My parents being only children, I didn’t have any cousins or aunts and uncles. Just me.
Pushing off of the damp grass I stood, brushing the odd leaf off of my pants before turning to head towards my car, parked off in the distance on the road beside the cemetery. A warm mist clung in the air making the heat of the day muggier than usual. I was so tired. So freaking tired. My life hadn’t turned out as I’d planned all those years ago. I figured I’d have a great job and a loving husband, hell boyfriend even. But no, I worked at the tiny coffee shop I’d bought with my inheritance, working myself to the bone. I had no love life. Working sixteen hour days would do that to you.
I should’ve packed up and left the remote town after Charlie died since he was the only thing really keeping me here, but I just couldn’t leave the memories behind. Stuck in the quagmire of my past and my future, afraid to move ahead, leaving all that I had left of my father. Instead I planted roots and was now stuck here for the indeterminable future.
Lost in my own thoughts, I was shaken when I heard a branch snap from behind me. Spinning on my heel, I saw a tall handsome man cloaked behind dark sunglasses following me. His head was down, as if he didn’t even realize he was in pursuit, but he kept moving forward, eyes on the ground.
Glancing around, I searched to see if his car was parked nearby, but came up empty. There was nothing but woods and a single road where my car stood solitary amongst all the greenery.
“Miss?” A hollow voice, called out, almost like he just realized I had stopped in front of him.
Pivoting my head again, I saw he’d pulled up short, only a few feet away from where I now stood.
“I couldn’t help but notice you sitting beside Chief Swan’s headstone. Did you know him?” His voice was so sad. I wasn’t sure who he was here to visit, but the pain in his voice sounded so fresh, so raw.
“Um, he was my father. Yes I was visiting him,” I replied, voice trembling while thoughts whirred about how a man who I’d never seen before could know my father.
“He was a good man. A terrible loss to the community.” Shifting his glasses off of his face, he looked up at me through bloodshot eyes, making the green of his iris’ even more pronounced.
“He was. Do you mind me asking how you knew him? This town’s small and I’ve never met you?”
“He died trying to save my wife.” The words came out through a strangled whisper. “I’m Esme Cullen’s son. I’d only met him a few times when I was visiting over the holidays. I’m very sorry for your loss.”
I knew the Cullen’s had moved into the town only a few years ago, and had only really gotten to know them after I bought the coffee shop. They’d become regulars, coming in every Sunday for brunch and the occasional weekday on their way to work.
“I know your parents. They come to my coffee shop.”
“Ah, you’re Bella? My mom raves about your eggs Benedict and if she could get me out of my Sunday shift at the hospital I’d have already met you.” His smile was warm and friendly, bordering on dazzling. If he hadn’t lost his wife in the convenience store shootout alongside my father, I’d have maybe tried flirting with him. Not that I really knew how. I wasn’t very good with men.
Stealing a glance at him, he was rubbing the back of his neck, looking a little flushed, nervous and uncomfortable.
“Is everything alright?”
“Um, yes. I’m okay. I just had this strange sense of déjà vu or something. Sorry. Um, I’m Edward.” Pushing his hand forward, he took mine gently and shook it firmly but not hard.
“I’m Bella.” For some reason I didn’t want to let him out of my sight. It felt like I was being shoved by fate towards this man who was still mourning his loved one, but I couldn’t help myself when the words tumbled out of my mouth, “Would you like to go have coffee? My shop is around the corner and I could use a pick me up.”
He glanced down at his watch and frowned. A sure sign that he was going to turn me down. Sighing, I waited for the inevitable rejection. I knew them so well.
“I am supposed to be having lunch with my father, but I think he’d understand.” Smiling sweetly, he stuck his elbow out for me to take and walked me to my car.
“How did you get here?” I blurted, still searching for his vehicle.
“Oh, I walked actually. I spent the night at my parents’ house and woke up feeling like I needed to go visit Heidi today. It’s only about a mile, and decided the exercise would be good for me.”
“Would you like a lift? The coffee shop is in town and not exactly walking distance,” I asked nervously. He replied with a nod and a smile. As I drove us out of the cemetery, I had the eerie feeling that my father had just shoved me into my future.
Thanks Dad. I thought, grinning all the way to the café.
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