Archive for March, 2008

Promise of Spring




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Footsteps echoed in the darkness.  The stillness of the night allowed me to hear everything~
cats prowling in the bushes, a distant cough, joggers’ feet lightly touching the ground, and yes, those footsteps

I wondered who the footsteps belonged to.  They were firm, solid footsteps.  Self-assured.  This person knew who they were, what they wanted, and where they were going.  I admired that.  I always have.

The two men I have been most attracted to in my life had that walk…the one that told me they knew who they were.  The one that told me they knew where they were going.  No, they probably had a lot of doubts about who they were and where they were going, but what I mean is that they had this inner knowledge of who they were as a person and what they were willing to do and not do to remain true to themselves.  They knew where they were going in that they knew which lines they could cross and which they could not.

I liked that about them.  I still do.  And I hope that one day the footsteps echoing in the darkness will be coming toward me, toward my house, my person, my life.

(written from a prompt: footsteps echoed in the darkness)

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Today’s set of 3WW words is: rest, sidewalk, and twice. I chose to just pull a story out of thin air…

Twice Marianne tried to walk down the sidewalk to get to her car and twice she had run into an obstacle. The neighbor from three doors down was saying goodbye to his girlfriend the first time around and Marianne didn’t care to intrude on their smooching and grabbing of each other in very personal places so she had gone back home.

The third time around, she had to get to her car. If she didn’t, she would be late to pick up her nephew, Terry, at the movies. She couldn’t do that. Her sister was depending on her and so was her nephew. If Marianne was anything, it was punctual and reliable. As she neared the neighbor’s house, she watched as they seemed to be having a fight. He was walking away from her and she was pursuing him. It seemed like he had gotten mad at her and she was trying to make it up to him.

“I’m sorry Ben. I know it was wrong. I knew it when it was happening but I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry, Ben. It won’t ever happen again.”

“You’re damn right it won’t happen again. You can screw around on someone else but not ever on me again. Do you hear me Virginia? Do you understand? I’m not taking you back. You can run off and screw your married boyfriend anytime you want but don’t ever come around here again!”

Marianne crossed the street. She had to get to her car parked down the block now or she would be late. Marianne figured she would cross the street and get passed the arguing couple and then cross again to get to her car. As Marianne crossed the street, a car came screeching around the corner and before Marianne could move out of the way, the car was upon her.

She woke up groggy, feeling like she needed a lot of rest but she had to get to Terry before it was too late. She got up off the bed she seemed to be in but before she could sit up, a young man’s arms gently reached for her and pushed her back down. “Marianne, you’ve had an accident. You’re okay but you have to go to the hospital with us. You’ll be fine. Just relax.”

“I can’t go to the hospital. Terry. I have to get Terry. He’s waiting for me. Terry…”

“She’ll be okay. I think she has a concussion but it looks like she’ll be fine. Let’s get her to the hospital.”

“Okay Doctor. We’ll get her there as soon as we can. Are you coming or shall we pass this on to the doctor on call?”

Marianne’s neighbor wanted nothing more than to get away from the philandering girlfriend. “I’ll ride with you. She’ll be fine but this one is mine. I’ll go along.”

As the ambulance drove off, the young doctor’s attention was riveted on his patient. Anything to get away from his former girlfriend.

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Writers Island Logo

This week’s Writer’s Island prompt is “empowered.”  Here is my contribution…

I’ve been through an awful lot and a lot of it could have been avoided if I had not been raised with certain traditional and cultural values.  Don’t get me wrong.  Values are wonderful but only if mixed with common sense and reason. (more…)

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