Day one 10-26-10

I decided to try to get back into the habit of writing everyday. Each (ok most, hahaha) day I will post a fiction I have written as well as a true story.

Fiction.


He didn't know her anymore. He wanted to. He wanted the rush of emotion at seeing her. He wanted to want to scoop her into his arms and never let her go. Mostly, he was afraid. He didn't know what she needed from him now. A year ago he had known. Her favorite cartoon, her favorite sippy cup, the way she liked to be tucked in. Now, after a year away, this soldier was more afraid of disappointing his 5 year old daughter than anything he had seen over seas.


Fact.

When I was growing up there was a kid a few years younger than me named Jimmy. I didn't reall know him, but living in a small town I knew who he was. He was the only person named Jimmy I had ever met. Having never met any other Jimmy I made connections about his name based on assumption. See, I had known a number of people named Timmy. I at that point decided that Jimmy was short of Jimothy. Years later I discovered that Jimmy was short for James and not Jimothy and to this day I am disappointed. Every time I hear the name Jimmy, I silently mourn the loss of the name Jimothy.