Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Even before you can recognize their similarity, you can read from non-verbals that they are related. The older woman picks something off the shoulder of the woman who must be her daughter. The woman brushes lint off the derrière of the young lady who must be her daughter. The young daughter turns, fusses at her mother, tries surreptitiously to brush the lint away herself.
Mother, Daughter, and Grandma are all gnawing on gum like…how can I say this in the best possible way…cows chewing their cud. I’m sorry. You know I prefer to be positive, but I must also be descriptive. It’s the only way to sum up the open-lipped mastication in the row of ladies coming down the sidewalk. They’re going to a wedding.
Grandma and Daughter wear huge necklaces, and Mom has large earrings. They need something to touch, and they fidget with the baubles as they stomp toward the reception line. They’ve skipped the ceremony–people have been streaming out of the church and into a nearby reception for nearly 20 minutes. Grandma and Mother wear black. Daughter wears mostly black with a stripe of white, perhaps a mark of distinction. They wear facial expressions that don’t reflect light and hope for the happy couple, only the gaze of obligation–like people heading back to the office after lunch.
As they turn the corner and are visible to the other guests, they all stand up straighter, they all reach for their accessories, and they all wrinkle their noses as they smile. So their grins are a mix of scorn and delight, a mix of primping and greeting, they keep on chewing, they tilt their heads. They’re a remarkable trio and a triumph of family resemblance.