Reaching the Summit

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In a relationship

Many things should become

Easier with someone there

But we’ve come to

An uphill slope

That is steeper than it seems

And maybe never ending

But I try to keep going

One foot in front of the other

And climbing over debris

Sometimes you’re with me

And other times I am alone

I guess I will wait and see

If you have stuck with me

Until the summit or if

You have given up back down the road


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

On Guard

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She was walking back to her car after work.  The street ahead of her was deserted but she was still on edge.  She turned around and saw an empty street behind her, but she just couldn’t shake the uncanny feeling she was being followed.

When she got to her car, she immediately locked her doors once inside.  As she went to start the car, she saw her hands were shaking.  Why was she so uneasy?  Putting the car into gear she was about to back up when a knock on the passenger window about sent her to the ER with a heart attack.

She looked at the window only to see her coworker standing there waiting.  She rolled the window down and asked, “What’s up Seth?”

“My car won’t start.  Any chance you could give me a ride home?”

She thought this was what she had been sensing, Seth watching her as he sat in his car.  Suddenly at ease, she unlocked the doors and let Seth in.  “Sure, I can.  You are on the North side of town, right?”

Seth answered her and it proved to be the last words she heard as a stranger walked up to the car and fired two shots into the car killing both her and Seth.  She should have kept her guard up.


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

Talk To Me

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It is not solitary confinement

It might as well be

You sit across the room

Lost in the TV and your phone

I am already house bound

Due to the pandemic at hand

But loneliness is the worst

When there is someone else with you

It is not all isolation though

There are good days too

Where the phone is on the table

And I turn on the radio

I just wish there was a way

To reach you every day


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

After The Blast

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Day 27

I think this is the middle of April at least that is how I remember things today.  I am still in the basement and hear absolutely nothing through the door and windows.  I am not sure if everyone is still inside to avoid the radioactive fallout or there was only a handful of us who made it.  Now that it has been almost a month’s time I am sure my husband and daughter are gone.  That was all the family I had left, now I am certain they didn’t make it past the initial blast.  I have not yet mourned, there is too much else to worry about now to take that luxury.  I have counted and recounted the food down here and it will be hard, but I can make it at least another month before I need to worry about hunting down more food.  Maybe I will be rescued by then?  Maybe the enemy will capture me before I have to worry.  But then I don’t even no for sure who the enemy was… the airwaves have all been silent.  What if I am all alone forever?  I don’t want to think about it.  I think maybe by day 45 I can venture upstairs and see a little more of the world.  I would practically kill to listen to some music, it is so quiet.

It is time to scan the windows for signs of life.  I have to do that now as I can see the light fading already.  I have to hold out hope there is someone good still left out there.  Until tomorrow…


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

Shadows Speak Louder

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Whoa, this is a big one.  I have a lot of fears but to narrow it down to my “greatest fear” I would have to say being alone.  Maybe left alone too early when I was younger, with a mile-long list of things not to do, I began to fear it then.  Now It has become a fear of not having anyone to care for me, who will mourn me, or miss me in the slightest.  Since my diagnosis of fibromyalgia, depression and anxiety I have lost 3 people who I thought were good friends of mine.  A fourth has had very little time for me.  And a fifth just communicates when they need something.

Not all of them could be bad people, so it has to be me, right?  I have one beautiful daughter and a VERY BIG case of empty nest syndrome, so she is about all the family I have, and I wonder of my value in her life anymore.

A funeral no one would come to except maybe to laugh at my urn.  Might as well sweep me up with the kitty litter… see what being alone does to me.  Honestly, I know it is none of my business why people do or do not like me, it is not my business what is in their heads.  I do still have four friends I can count on so I am not alone.  It is just hard to not feel that way when I sit alone in a room with only my laptop writing when I can’t sleep.  Some nights the shadows speak louder than I do.


Written for Fandango’s Dog Days Of August (FDDA) #11 – your greatest fear

Before He Leaves

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It’s always the same

He stands at the doorway

And gives a perfunctory

“I love you”

Then leaves for the day

He returns home

Not much to say

Then retreats to

His private spaces

***

If only she knew

If he still cared

She is so alone

Too much of the time

***

He stands at the door

Another day like the rest

“I love you”

And he’s gone


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

Forgotten

Spaced out

Lost in thoughts

Wishing for you

To remember me

In the zone

Day dreaming

Hoping that I

Will cross your mind

Disappointed

Crushed inside

Another day

Without a word

Devastated

Giving up

Forgotten again

As you live a new life


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – zone https://fivedotoh.com/2020/07/01/fowc-with-fandango-zone/

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Rich But Poor

Diamonds, rubies and emeralds

Silver, gold and platinum

Even crude oil

He spent his life chasing

Dreams of fame and fortune

Every year a new commodity

Something to tear from the earth

With an avarice appetite

He may have jewels and precious metals

But he will never have love

For anything other than money and power

And that makes him

The poorest man on earth


Written for Fandango One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – Avarice https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/17/fowc-with-fandango-avarice/