@Robin Taylor (he/him)—what a moment. I read and felt the pulse of it — the quiet checking, the breath between the words, they look over the shoulder, than the recognition.
This sentence: “Oh. It was me.” — it says everything.
You let us witness it here without adding a single false note. And yes: you bloomed. I’m grateful you shared this moment with us.
Thank you for this contribution to today’s prompt: BLOOM in #PrideOnThePage, the creative challenge during Pride Month.
Sorry, but I had to laugh out loud at this. 😂 Yeah, man, she was talking to you. Felt good, huh? Stick that chest out. It's time to exhale. 😉 Happy Pride, SIR!
Oh shit. I forgot my hand salute. Here ya go: 🫡 Doesn't matter if you were in the military or not. I'm giving it to you anyway.
I forgot. Did you literally look over your shoulders to see who she was talking to? I can just imagine that and would've bust out laughing if I was in that line watching you as your friend. 🤣 I've been known to cause uncontrollable laughter in grocery stores.
How many times have I done that over-the-shoulder check, whether externally or internally? And how many times, when someone has called me "Mr. Aron," have I looked over my shoulder for my dad? Vital bursting out of what seemed like fallow ground, the miracle of blooming. Love it.
@Robin Taylor (he/him)—what a moment. I read and felt the pulse of it — the quiet checking, the breath between the words, they look over the shoulder, than the recognition.
This sentence: “Oh. It was me.” — it says everything.
You let us witness it here without adding a single false note. And yes: you bloomed. I’m grateful you shared this moment with us.
Thank you for this contribution to today’s prompt: BLOOM in #PrideOnThePage, the creative challenge during Pride Month.
Sorry, but I had to laugh out loud at this. 😂 Yeah, man, she was talking to you. Felt good, huh? Stick that chest out. It's time to exhale. 😉 Happy Pride, SIR!
Exactly! 😂
Oh shit. I forgot my hand salute. Here ya go: 🫡 Doesn't matter if you were in the military or not. I'm giving it to you anyway.
I forgot. Did you literally look over your shoulders to see who she was talking to? I can just imagine that and would've bust out laughing if I was in that line watching you as your friend. 🤣 I've been known to cause uncontrollable laughter in grocery stores.
How many times have I done that over-the-shoulder check, whether externally or internally? And how many times, when someone has called me "Mr. Aron," have I looked over my shoulder for my dad? Vital bursting out of what seemed like fallow ground, the miracle of blooming. Love it.
This is so tender and joyous. Yes -- it's you! :)
It’s as it should be. Keep blooming.
Fantastic! I love hearing stories like this, first times of Sir… or miss… just wonderful.
Excellent 👌