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Moving On

“I—I get why you are doing this.” her voice shook with unushered emotions. “But do you have to. Can’t I change your mind?” Tears slowly rushed down her face, the small part of my heart that stills feel twisting with pain, filling with regret and sadness that will always haunt me. 

Her small hands reaching out to grip my hand, her fingers so small they only wrap around two of my fingers. My hands continue to shake with pent up emotions. Using my other hand I lightly grasp her tiny wrist, prying her hand from mine and releasing her hold on me. Smoothing back her blonde hair I lightly placed a kissed o her forehead wiping away her tears. 

“Don’t cry for me, my little angel.” Backing away slowly I grasped the metal handle on my luggage. “I’ll always love you.”

“But who will take care of me and scare all the monsters away for me when they come for me.” Her small face wrapped into deep fear. Her eyes widening with realization.

Twisting the door knob you looked back at her. “Uncle Mike will make sure everything is okay and he will scare away all the monsters. I promise.” Inching open the door I step outside her small sobs filling the nightly air. With one last glance at her pink nightie billowing from the night air, her hair blowing slightly, pieces getting stuck to the stream of tears rushing down her face. Her small hand reaching out for me as I close the door. 

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Going Home

“Take my hand.” His voice was steady and his eyes never left mine his hand stretched to meet mine.

“No!” I shook my head the slight movement causing the car to wobble on the rocky ledge, tempting my fate with ever move I made.

“Look I’m not trying to ask you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!” He was kneeling on the boulder to the right of my shattered window his tan arm floating in the space that was once my window. 

“I know you Scott. And you never miss an opportunity and look at you on one knee just like a man would be to propose.” I know I was being irrational but right now I was dangling on the side of a cliff, a place I had no intention to be at and I definitely was not getting married anytime soon.

“I swear Karen on anything important to me that I am not  going to propose to you.” His eyes widened when the car started to tilt more to the side of me falling to my death. “Now take my damn hand before you die you crazy lady.”

“First of all I am not crazy, I just don’t want to get married and secondly do you mean like not proposing in this moment or never again.” Slowly reaching out to him I played my hand into large palm his callouses rubbing against mine skin sending goose bumps up my arm.

“Oh you totally not crazy.”he mumbled under his breath and I rolled my eyes before he yanked my arm sending me flying through the window the edges of glass catching my clothing ripping the expensive fabric. My shriek of terror ripping through my throat, the groaning of the car before it tipped over the edge barely heard. 

A long stretch on silence followed by the ground shaking crash signifying the death of my beloved car.  Ripping my hand from his grasp and peeling myself off of Scotts body that was being crashed into the boulder from my weight, I crawled towards the edge of the cliff where the smoke from my car was rising to me. 

“My car!” Scooting back from the edge I sunk to my ass and leaning against the boulder that Scott still layed upon. “Your’e okay right? Not dead from using your body as a cushion when you painfully yanked me out of my car sending it to its death.”

Groaning Scott rose to one elbow his shadow splayed next to me tracking his every movement,

“Im doing great, just got the wind knocked out of me saving you from plummeting to your death.” He plopped backdown his body lying limply on the hard surface the rise and fall of his chest labored.

“Yeah I know but my car still fell.” I gestured towards the smoke that was billowing up and into the sky. Then I glanced my over my shoulder. “And you never answered my question.”

“Yeah well its payback from never answering my question.” His voice was gruffer than it was 10 years ago and I couldn’t help but notice how much he has grown his once toned youth body is now larger and filled with hard tanned muscles.

“What question was that exactly, because allowing my car to plummet since I didn’t answer a question I don’t even remember you asking is wrong.” Rising to my feet and dusting off my now ripped jeans with my hands I watched his gaze follow the moment of my hands across my ass. The tear stretching across my ass and down my thigh showing the edge of my panties

“You know exactly what question I’m referring it.” His eyes continued to scan my body, noticing all the differences the years have done to me. The softness of to many donut runs showing in my hips. The tears from the broken glass of my windows showing the pale skin under shirt. The largest tear under my arm stretching from my armpit to my hip showing the side of my bra. “And there was no way I could have stopped your car from falling, no one could have.”

Narrowing my eyes at his relaxed figure I kicked the dirt piled on the ground a cloud of dust filling the air and sticking it his low riding blue jeans. My eyes straying to the spot where his shirt and sweatshirt  raised from his movements showing a small patch a hair leading towards his wast band.

“Like what you see?” His voice snapped me out of my train of thought and I started into his deep green eyes his grin turned up. His face showing all the thoughts and his ego expanding as well.

“Nope. But you obviously like what you see. You can’t seem to take your eyes off of me.” Turning on my heel I stalked towards the road the small branches crunching under my heels, the uneven terrain causing me stumble slightly.

“I know you don’t mean that. And Ive seen you naked before there’s nothing I haven’t seen but i wanted to make sure you weren’t bleeding.” His voice was closer, telling me he was following me so I picked up my pace trying to get as far away from him as possible. “I know I need to stop you but I love watching the view when you start to walk away from me.”

“Why do I need to stop? And the only reason I would be bleeding is because you forcibly yanked me from my car.” I spun quickly on my heel taking a sudden step back when I realized how close he actually was to me.

“Again no way anyone could have saved that car, you’re just lucky I saved your life. You’re welcome by the way.”He pointed a thumb over his shoulder back towards where my car took a nose dive to its end. “My truck is over there by the way.”

“Like I would get in a car with you.” Laughing I continued my walk towards town, or at least what I thought the direction of town was. I definitely wasn’t going to ask Scott. I don’t need Scott.

Chanting that in my head, I yanked my tattered shirt tight around my body. The small breeze chilling my skin. My jeans stretching with every step I took in my sneakers. Picking up my pace I scanned the horizon searching for any sign saying I was heading in the right direction.

Yeah Karen there’s going to be a sign up ahead saying keep going this way town is just right there. Shaking my head I glanced behind me, Scotts shiloutte getting smaller and smaller as I continue moving forward. Stopping I stood on the side of the road and stared at Scott as he stood and stared at me. 

Think Karen, a ride with Scott won’t be to bad, yeah he will ask a million questions or maybe he will do is quiet brooding bit which could work but his fingers would tap on the steering wheel or he would humm and it would drive me insane. He would be itching to ask his million questions but his ‘mama raised him right’ as the ladies at the “Dye it Right’ hair shop would say, and he wouldn’t pry.

Stalking back and dragging my heels as I got closer, I watched Scott nod his head a tight smile stretched across his face.

“I see you are just as happy as I am so maybe we can just not say anything on the ride back.” I stood a few feet away from him keeping a large space between us. And he noticed. HIs eyes started at his toes and scanned the ground all the way to my toes and slowly up my body, a small heat settling in my stomach and spreading through me. He slowly lifted his sweatshirt peeling it off his body, his red shirt the only thing hugging his toned body, he passed me his sweatshirt his arm dangling in the large open space.

“Can I at least ask where you would like me to take you? Will you at least answer this question?” His eyes never left my face his gaze intense and filled with ideas I wasn’t going to poke with a 10 inch pole. But I couldn’t focus on that right now, I needed a place to go. Quickly snatching the sweatshirt I hurriedly slipped it over my head and it feel past my hips and to my mid thigh. Covering all the holes the broken glass made. Scotts natural scent rising up to my nose, sending a sense of longing and comfort through me. 

Focus Karen. I haven’t been back in 10 years, my parents moved away shortly after I scurried out of town, the humiliation driving them away as it did me. I know my god -mother was still in town but I haven’t spoken to her in at least a year, and she may not own the Rooster Inn anymore. But what other choose did I have.

“The Rooster Inn.” My voice was stronger than I was feeling, that was for damn sure. Not only did I almost fall to my untimely death, a thought I was avoided till I had at least a bottle of wine and was soaking in a hot tub. I was also going to be stuck in the cab of a truck with my ex-boyfriend who I didn’t part with on the good terms, to say the least.

Oh and don’t forget the big kicker, I was being dragged back to my home town for some unknown reason and instead of staying for a few hours I was going to be stuck for an unknown time with no clothes, no phone and no money. Dropping my shoulders and my head I sulked to the truck my mind reeling with the momentous shitness of my situation.

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Pulling Strings

My first day was full of sorrow. Of tears, pain and loss. On that day a wife, a lover, a friend and a new mother was taken. i know this because it’s my story. A story I’m reminded of everyday I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror or a reflection. When my hazel eyes stare back at me, when my light brown hair drops and hits my eyebrow because it never stays in place. But it’s not just my reflection that is a constant reminder but my whole life. 

My father who doesn’t mean to is the biggest constant reminder. His presence mostly. He doesn’t realize it, to anyone else he is the perfect single father. And the reason everyone believes that is because he really is a wonderful widowed single father. Only compliant I have ever heard whispered while at the park growing up is that he has never found a replacement for my mother.

But what you need to realize is that I can see more. More than the smiles and the light in his eyes. I see the pain a constant bundle of deep blue strings wrapped around him mostly by his heart. The main source of his pain.  I didn’t always know what the strings were, for a while I thought everyone could see them. Turns out only I can see them. And feel the emotion that surges through the strings.

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“Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens. Most of my friends who are put on that diet have very pleasant careers.”

— Ray Bradbury

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“A book is simply the container of an idea—like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.”

— Angela Carter

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“Write while the heat is in you. … The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with.”

— Henry David Thoreau

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Hello writer friends!  I make stories happen with my face, how about you?

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“Stay.”

The hero froze in the doorway, halted by the villain’s outstretched arm, and took a deep breath to calm their racing heart, to steady the trembling in their shoulders.

“Why should I?” the hero snarled, unable to keep the bite out of the words as they shoved the villain’s arm away.

“I love you.”

The villain’s face was pale, drawn, their eyes glistening with unshed tears, but the hero only shook their head.

“No, you don’t.” The hero bowed their head to hide their own tears, flinching at the pathetic half-laugh, half-sob that came out of them. “Not anymore.”

“I know.” The villain’s smile was sad, sympathetic, more of a wince than anything else.

“But this seemed like the part where I should say it anyways.”