Directions Please

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It is the one place in town everyone knows.  I guess you could say it was the town landmark.  It was the old Anderson house up on the hill looking over the whole town.  It has been there since the town was formed in 1894.  The original family was Emma and William Anderson and they, like many in those days, lost young children to disease and were never the same.

Their first born was a boy, Charles, who only survived a matter of hours when he was born premature.  Then their second child, a girl named Alexandra, died from pneumonia at an age of four.  And their third and final child was a boy named John, who succumbed to tuberculosis at the age of seven.  Each death tore them apart a little bit more so that by the time John died Emma was suffering greatly from depression and was briefly in a mental asylum to try to bring her back to reality.

William dealt better with the losses than Emma but was completely lost without her while she was institutionalized.  She came home after electro-shock treatments only to find William in worse shape than she was.  So, they hired a nurse to take care of both of them in the home.  The night they both died in their sleep is now looked at with suspicious but then they just felt they died of broken hearts.  The nurse was never seen again in town and was likely the cause of their deaths.

This was why most people avoided the house that sits there still in disrepair.  They left the house to a cousin who had no interest in it and he never visited it until towards the end of his life.  He left the house to his son who still owns the property but lives in a house in town.

The stories over the years about ghosts roaming the house and grounds looking for children kept most of them away.  Anytime a driver got lost and drove through town for directions, they were always told to drive towards the house and take a right just past it.  That is county road 16 and it will take them back to the interstate.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – landmark https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/08/fowc-with-fandango-landmark/

A Work In Progress

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Shutters were just barely hanging on by the windows.  Ivy and weeds concealed almost half of the house.  Inside the house was covered in a layer of dust thick enough to write your name in.  The lackluster paint was peeling off the walls.  It looked like years of neglect had taken a toll on this house.  But even in this condition she could see so much more.  There was under all that dust a beautiful hard wood floor.  Paint can easily be replaced, and soap and water should do the rest.  It would take work, but this was now home,

 

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

Lack Of Compassion

You laughed when you saw it
A beautiful young girl
Who slipped on the ice
You found it hilarious
I feared she was hurt

You brushed it aside
Like you didn’t even hear it
The words of pain
I poured out to you
That hot August night

You thought it was crazy
To take the time to help
Someone that was struggling
With a baby in their arms
And no food to feed her

You didn’t even stop
And giving a fleeting glimpse back
The day you left me
With tears in my eyes
And empty thoughts of the future

How did you become so shallow
That you laughed at the broken
Turned on a friend
Ignored the helpless
And abandoned love

Since you are gone now
I will never know…

 

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

Crying For Someone To Care

She cries and nobody hears her

Her stomach growls but no one brings food

She sleeps in filth and nobody will clean her

Her heart craves love but no one will hold her

This baby was abandoned

Left for a chance to get high

Left for a quick fix

The pull of the drug

Was stronger than family

Will her parents learn soon enough

To save this innocent life

Or will she be another statistic

Left alone to die…