By ~*~ Jenna ~*~
Date: 26 August 1998

Fireworks

It was 4th of July weekend.  I was at work doing face painting.
A little girl sat down and said she wanted a firework on her cheek.
They all wanted fireworks.  The 10 kids before her and the 10 after. 

I never really liked fireworks.  All the damn things do is make some 
noise, light, and smoke, then disappear.  What is the big deal?

As I sit drawing on the little girls cheek I can't help but think, 
"I've been looking at fireworks all weekend!  If I see one 
more firework nothing good's gonna happen!"  

God, don't you hate thoes times you think aloud and are 
completely unaware of it..

To avoid the staring I reached over the table to get some 
more paint.  As i dab the brush in the red liquid dye, I see 
you standing there.  My eyes met yours and just as quickly I 
turned to the little girl.  I smiled then quickly apologized.  I then
walked over to you and looked into your eyes again.  They 
changed since I looked into them 30 seconds ago.

"How long have you been here?"
You gave no reply.  You just stared at me with what i have 
come to figure as curiously confused eyes.

"What?  What is it?" I asked.

"Why did you apologize to that little girl?  I never knew you to be
the type of person to apologize for nothing."  You asked.

"Well, i wouldn't call it exactly nothing.  I told her if i saw another
firework nothing good was gonna happen."  I answered.

"Yeah so?  I'd call that nothing."  You said confused.

"I lied.  I saw you and the fireworks in your eyes and soul 
and all I could do was smile.  That is a good thing."  I replied.

He just looked at me and grinned.  I now look forward
to the fireworks on 4th of July.   


~*~ Dedicated to the love of my life.  I love you Mike. ~*~