The last time I saw him

The moderator gave us a phrase and we were free to write about anything that we wanted to. Time given to write was 10 minutes. 

The prompt was : “ Tell me about the last time you saw him    ”

It was his graduation. He was finally the doctor that he always wanted to be. The soft rounded felt cap and the over sized robe with the fake gold thread, looked just so perfect on him.

“I’m just a philosophical doctor.” He said with his humble boisterous laughter. His smile was different. It was even brighter than what I remembered. He was truly happy with his achievement. He was never that happy. He never smiled as far as I could remember. Although what do I know. I see him once a month at most.

When he leaned closer, I could smell the musky smell of the freshly spritz Aramis on his body. I missed that. I really do. “But it’s legal to call you doctor.” I said softly. Barely heard by anyone but him.

His smile softens, “Who’s the lawyer here?” He spoke softly as he picked me up and put me on his shoulders. He did not mind that I was messing up his robe. He did not mind the extra sweat dripping down his back with the extra weight of a 5 years old girl on his shoulder.