two vases

“Blue or the green?” he asked me, although the one was pink. 

Traditions ran deep in their family, and green and blue had become synonymous for left and right. Especially since they never could confirm if Riley could see color. He had always been too stubborn to respond. 

“You’re really gonna make this decision off the vase on the wall?” I asked him, trying to pretend we were too old for that anymore, but in my heart knowing I believed it more than I wanted to ever let on.

His grin pulled into that stupid smile as we heard the trucks coming - the soft rumbling as the house began to shake and the two small vases started to dance towards the floor.

With only moments to go, he turned his wild eager eyes towards me.

I crawled into the knot in my chest and trusted instinct.

“Blue.”

- b

December 23, 2020

Photo Credit: Corina Rainer