Worth The Risk

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The treatment was experimental, but his last hope.  They would fly to England and be there before the end of the year.  Oh, what a wonderful New Year it would be if this were to stop his cancer.

They had heard about the treatment through a group of other cancer patients on Facebook.  Someone from France had traveled there to try it and initial testing showed he was having success.  But others have not, and many have had severe side effects.  They knew it would never be approved in the United States at this rate, so they cashed in their life savings to try to save a life.

Six months later, he was not better, but the progress had stopped.  It proved to be sustaining, but had they started treatments too late?  He was already weak and could only do a fraction of what he used to be able to do.  But he was still alive and able to love his family; that to him was worth it all.


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

Verified Indifference

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“It is over.”

Was what she had said

He was indifferent

And that sealed the deal

She had made the right decision

His cavalier response

To her goodbye

Was just more evidence

Of his lack of caring

When he was no longer

Willing to fight

For what they had

She knew on her own

Was where she should be

No matter how frightening

That looming loneliness seemed


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Moving Forward

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The decision has been made

There is no time to argue

Don’t give me any flak

My mind is made up

I have decided to go forward

And there is no time to waste

In petty little spats

Between you and me

This is the path I must take

With or without you

No time like the present

Here I go towards my future


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Quiet In Back

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She sits in the back of the classroom

She never raises her hand

She is afraid of saying the wrong thing

She doesn’t want to be embarrassed

She blushes so easily

She speaks in the softest voice

She is painfully bashful

She can’t even speak to family

She has so much fear

She feels so alone

She is still a part of me

She needs to be treated gently

She is forever 7 years old

She is timid and shy

She comes out time to time

She is my inner child


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Hollow

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Dig a little deeper

Aim the shovel downwards

Tunnel to my soul

Each word you say

Reaches deeper

And you toss

What is left behind

In a pile of uncaring

Soon I will be hollow

Unable to trust

Unable to believe

Unable to love

And the vastness

You leave in me

Will only remind me

Of your cold empty heart


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Daily Wishes

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I wish I could just take a train

Right to where you are

Whenever I feel lost and alone

A commute to heal my heart

**

I wish I could drive the miles

That separate our lives

Whenever I am overwhelmed

Traveling to the home I feel with you

**

I wish I could hop on a jet

And fly to where you live

Whenever I need a good long hug

A trip to feel I’m loved

**

I wish I could move towards you

And once again connect us as one

Whenever I miss you my friend

An adventure awaits to unite us


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Backspace

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You refuse to send the words

Erasing what’s on your mind

Afraid that they will hurt

And put the friendship in a bind

But all you speak is honesty

From deep within your heart

And I know that you would never do

Damage that would break us apart

So my friend listen when I tell you

No need to backspace now

Just tell it like it is to me

Give me all the truth allows


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It Never Hurts To Ask

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The song ended and there was a tumultuous roar from the crowd.  The band had performed a final encore and the crowd was still hungry for more.  There was applause and stomping, yelling and screaming for more.  But the band had already spent all their energy after a two-and-a-half-hour concert.

The crowd slowly began to quiet, realizing the band would not return again, and Donna picked up her purse and made her way to the stage.  She had a friend who had done this and had to try.  She saw one of the stagehands unplugging wires and asked, “Excuse me, is it possible to get a set list from the show?”

He turned to her and smiled.  “Sure, do you have a preference as to who’s list it is?”

She thought for a moment, “I would like Joe’s if I could.”

“No problem, miss.”  He went towards the keyboards where Joe had just performed and grabbed a sheet of paper taking it to Donna.

“Oh, thank you so much, sir.”  She was in heaven from the live music and the unbelievable bit of memorabilia she had just scored.  This was one of her best concerts ever.  Now, if there was just a way to meet Joe, she thought.


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Take Your Shot

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She slowly walked towards the pool table.  He had his back to her.  She stood behind him and said, “Stripes or solids sir?”

Surprised he turned around quickly.  When he saw it was her he threw his arms around her and said, “Welcome home stranger!”

“Well you know, it doesn’t get any stranger than me.”

“You always had a way with words.  Are you back for good?”

“Yeah, just had to get away for a little you know.  It was a little intense here.”

“I am so glad you are back.  Did you shake what was gnawing at you?”

From the other side of the table a man spoke up, “Are you going to take your shot today?”

He turned to the voice, put his arm around her and said, “for this, I will forfeit the game.”  And he laid his pool cue down on the table and walked to the bar with her, smiling the whole way.


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