Left of the Dial

Proposal

A little clunky, a little awkward, a little clichéd. And still the best piece of writing I've ever done. 

 

Happy anniversary, love of my life. You remain, now and forever, the cat's meow.  

Comic Relief

I walk into the kitchen. The 14-year-old sees me, bends forward slightly and then slams her head into my sternum. 

"Don't hurt yourself," I said, pretending I'd felt no pain. I gesture to my chest. "This? Titanium. Mixed with adamantium. It's an alloy. Coated in...what's Captain America's shield made of? Vibranium? Yeah, it's coated in that. And then dusted with Kryptonite." 

"My goodness!" she says, trying to look admiring. She can't quite make it, and laughs instead. The idea of a 14-year-old seriously using "my goodness!" as a mild expletive makes me laugh. Which makes her laugh, which makes me laugh. And then she laughs some more. And I laugh some more. 

She's my favorite today.