In The Nick Of Time

She ran down the hall afraid she would be late.  The first bell rang three minutes ago so she had two minutes to dash down the hall and upstairs to get to her class on time.  She was just furious with herself for having hit the snooze button on her alarm.  As she went up the stairs she realized no other students were still in the halls.  It was eerily quiet.  Mr. Hampton always stood at the door to close it right when the second bell began to ring.  She bounded up the last few steps and saw Mr. Hampton at the door.  He looked at her, then at his watch.  About two feet from the door the second bell began to ring out through the empty hallway.  Mr. Hampton said, “Miss Taggert I expect you to be here on time tomorrow.  I will let it slide this time, but you will not have that luxury next time.  Now take your seat.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – expect

Missing Person

For many years he walked a beat

Became a detective when the chance arrived

Moved up through the ranks

Was second in command

I spent many days and nights

Worrying with my mom

Would he be safe

Would he come home

But retirement came eventually

And with it the “golden years”

His wife grew ill and died

Then his health began to fail

But he kept his sense of humor

Right up to that fateful night

When I saw him draw his last breath

And now this holiday feel so empty

Without his loving presence

But he will always live

In my heart forever

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – detective

Mumbles … Follow

To those who follow me I must apologize.  I have been wrapped up in letters and making Christmas cards and I have neglected my blog.  But for the first time in many years (probably about since the time my daughter was born) I actually got all my letters and cards into the mail early enough that the people will get them before Christmas!  I am stoked.  I even will have time to wrap stuff this weekend and then bake some cookies.  My daughter has requested spritz cookies this year.  And she has volunteered to do the chocolate dipped potato chips… I know it sounds odd but that salty and sweet is so good!  I have even seen them in fancy chocolate shops for a lot more money than a bag of Ruffles and some chocolate blocks.

So, I am back and going to stick with this at least until Christmas.  I may get behind then again.  But there is nothing going on after that so I should be able to catch up fast.  Without further ado, I shall get back to my reading and find my next daily challenge.  If I forget later… Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, joyous Kwanzaa, and festive “what-ever you celebrate.”  Hope it is a great holiday for you!

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – follow

Climbing Up From Rock Bottom

Digimax A50 / KENOX Q2

Step by step I climb the stairs on the hill

Closer and closer to memories of you

So many emotions of times we shared

Among these trees

The leaves all watching

Two people who thought they were in love

Two people who were wrapped up in each other

Two people who burned out too fast

And left behind in the flames of passion

Stood me broken hearted

Alone and still in love

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – stairs

When The Flowers Bloom

Either Spring or Summer

You will come back to me

I saw it in a dream

A premonition if you will

The leaves were green

The flowers blooming

You were by my side again

No silenced communication

No miles between us

Just your hand in mine

Laughing like we used to

Either Spring or Summer

You will return to me

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – either

Mumbles… Address

Here I am again trying to beat a deadline.  I am not talking about the daily prompts although I am a couple of days behind on that.  It is the Christmas Eve deadline.  For years now I have made my own Christmas cards and this year is no different.  I am only about 5 cards short of being done.  Then I will write about a dozen letters to go with a few.  The final stage is to address, stamp and decorate the envelopes.  As long as they hit the mailbox before midnight on Christmas Eve, I have fulfilled my duty to get them in the mail BEFORE Christmas.  I am doing pretty good though this year.  I do have three letters started and have plenty of time set aside for more writing this weekend.  I may be able to get them done and in the mail by Friday the 20th so there will be a good chance of them arriving before Christmas even.

In this day and age of computer and text communications… do any of you still send out Christmas cards?  I know I am part of a dying breed, but I still find it so nice to get something in the mail other than bills and that is why I still do cards every year.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-World Challenge (FOWC) – address

On The Road To Disaster – Part 3

Part one

Part two

Part three…

Betsy had been driving about fifteen minutes when the lights of the town ahead could be seen through the fading sun of the day.  “See Mike, just up over than next hill and we are off on our adventure.

Mike reached over a kissed her on the cheek.  “This will be a great vacation babe.”

As they crested the hill Betsy turned and said, “You are so right.”  That would be the last thing she remembered.  She awoke in a strange bed and knew from the IV that she was in a hospital but how, why, where was Mike?  She slowly moved her hand to look for a button and felt pain shoot through her chest.  She finally found the button and pressed it.

“May I help you?” came the voice over the intercom.

“Where is Mike?”

“Just a moment Betsy, I will get your doctor.”

For what seemed like an eternity she waited to hear news of Mike.  The doctor finally came into the room with a big booming voice, “Well look who finally woke up.”

“How long have I been asleep?  Where is Mike?  What happened?”

“Slow down Betsy.  You were in a car accident do you remember that at all?”

“No, just driving up the hill outside of town, then waking up here.”

“Well you were in a very serious accident.  A drunk driver crossed the center line and hit you head on.”

“Where is Mike?”

“Unfortunately, I am afraid to tell you that Mike did not live.  Neither did the driver of the other car.  But the good news is you and the baby are both ok.  You have some cracked ribs, a broken leg and lots of bruises.”

“You can’t be right.  Mike never gets hurt or sick.  He is just in another room isn’t he?”

“I am sorry to say no Betsy.  Mike and Jerry Duncan, the driver, both died.”

She looked in shock as tears started to well in her eyes.  Then she suddenly turned back to the doctor and said, “Did you say baby?”

“Yes, you and your baby are both going to be fine with a little rest and recovery.”

Betsy burst into tears.  She just lost the love of her life but gained something more that would always connect her to Mike – a child.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – live

On The Road To Disaster – Part 2

Part One

Part Two…

Jerry was sitting in a corner booth trying to get the bartender’s attention.   His glass was once again empty.  He had begun to indulge on whiskey and beer about 3 hours ago and was feeling no pain.  The bartender finally acknowledged him and approached.  “I am sorry sir, but I cannot serve you anymore.  Can I call you a cab?”

Jerry made a face at the bartender, “Well screw you!  I didn’t like this dump anyway” he said as he began to stand up too quickly and ended up on the floor.  The bartender once again asked. “Can I get you a cab to take you home?”

Jerry was climbing his way back up with help of the booth he had just been in.  “I don’t need a cab.  My car knows the way home automatically.”

The bartender just shook his head as he watched Jerry leave the bar and get into his car.  Under his breathe he said, “I am going to call him in, He is far too drunk to drive.”  He picked up his cell phone and dialed the local police non-emergency number.  He explained to the dispatcher how he offered a cab a couple of times, but he had refused.  “I just don’t want him to cause any damage to anyone else tonight.  He has been in here all afternoon.”

Jerry was making his way home, but these houses didn’t look like his neighborhood.  He left the side street and turned onto the highway towards the edge of town and towards a terrible tragedy.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – indulge