Safety Net

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I feel like disaster is waiting

Hiding around the corner

One thing after another

Keeps going wrong

And you are still not here

Not where I can see you

Not near enough to touch

Not within my senses at all

I am trying to be strong

And weather this awful storm

But I would feel much safer

Wrapped up in your arms

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

Shine A Light This Way

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Asking for help is hard

Admitting I need a hand

Gets easily caught in my throat

People tell me I am strong

Then why do I feel so weak

The day can turn in the blink of an eye

Leaving me afraid of my shadow

Fear overwhelming me

And I am left searching

The small list of friends I have

And who I think can assist me

From letting the darkness take over

Will you give of your time today

Or am I as alone as I feel

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

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

Mumbles … Epitome

“Indifference, to me, is the epitome of evil.”

– Elle Wiesel

To see the display of violence that took place at our capitol yesterday… I must speak up. I must say I fear for our country. I fear that evil has taken hold of the democracy I grew up in. I heard today there was talk of invoking the 25th amendment. I feel helpless here, unable to do anything to save the United States in the last few days of Donald Trump’s presidency.

But maybe that is not right. I have already done my patriotic right, like millions of other Americans did, by voting in the general election last November. And it has been registered and verified and certified and any other “fied” it needs to be. It was saved from the destruction of the rioters when someone grabbed the boxes it was transported in. It has been made official in congress that Joe Biden and Kamala Harris will be in power in less than two weeks now. I just hope we make it that long.

What happened Wednesday at the capitol cannot happen again. We cannot turn a blind eye to it either. We need to make sure the guilty parties are punished to the full extent of the law. I am still haunted by the fact that our president said he “loved” the rioters… how can he defend them when they attacked our government? Does anyone have the answer?

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

Something Wasn’t Quite Right

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The ominous night stretched before me

A black ink sky without a single star

The moon was shuttered by the clouds

A howling wind moved the leafless trees

Each step I took echoed in the near darkness

A lone streetlight dimly glowed

As I approached my car a figure turned the corner

I quickly unlocked my car and got in

I was a bit spooked from the night

The figure continued to approach

He stood in front of my now running car

Just standing there staring at me

I was afraid to take my eyes off of him

I slowly put the car in reverse

He took a step forward

I backed up further and he began to walk

Keeping pace with my car

I was now in the middle of the deserted street

My car stopped and him still staring at me

I reached to the passenger seat to get my phone

The man moved to my left

I made sure my doors were locked

He carried something in his hand

But with the dimly lit street

I could not make it out until

He lifted his hand up with the axe in it

All I could do was scream “Oh, my God!”

… that’s when my alarm went off.

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

Depression Suppression

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I want to thrive

But I barely survive

I wish and hope

And barely cope

Moments of happiness

Compete with sadness

I feel so alone

In pain I moan

The nights are long

My thoughts all wrong

Maybe by mornings light

I will find some inner fight

Until I find some bliss

Living life I will miss

As I hide away in fear

I wipe away another tear

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

The Pattern of Friendship

I see them there

Perfectly in line

Diamonds after diamonds

Completing the design

I know the pattern well

As a looked at that table

For week after week

Hoping you’d meet me there

 But you never did

I don’t know if you were

Afraid of me

Afraid of us or

Afraid of yourself

But we never met there

And ten years later

I still wonder if you had

Would things have ended differently

Would you still be my friend

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

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


He was menacing.  The head of a fortune 500 company with the demeanor of the devil.  His employees feared him instead of respecting his power.  He was the juggernaut of the company.

On this particular Tuesday, Harold was at his desk minding his own business as he always did when there was a phone call.  He answered it and turned white as a ghost. “Yes sir, I will be there shortly.”  He hung up the phone and grabbed his tablet hurrying to the elevators.  He arrived just as the door opened and waiting inside was the assistant to the CEO.  Not a word was exchanged, no expressions on the assistant’s face, Harold was very much in the dark as to what this summoning meant.

The assistant walked with Harold to the big double door of the CEO’s office and said, “Wait here while I buzz you in.”  He went to his desk and picked up the phone and said, “He is here sir.”  There was a click and the door began to swing open.  Harold nervously took steps into the office.  He swallowed a lump in his throat when he heard the doors latch behind him.  Ready or not he was here.

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

First Date

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“Well, that was a wonderful dinner Jeff, thanks so much,” Karen said with a slight smile.  “I should probably be headed back home now.  I do have to work in the morning.”

“Karen you are more than welcome.  Please let me take you home, I hate to see this night end.”  Jeff helped Karen into her coat and walked towards the door of the nearly empty restaurant.

“Oh, I don’t want to make you do that I can call an Uber.”

As they stood out on the sidewalk Karen had her phone in her hand.  Jeff reached over to touch her hand and said, “Please Karen?”

“Alright, it has been a nice evening.”

The two of them got into Jeff’s car and he started the car.  As he put the car into gear the door automatically locked, and Karen noticed for the first time there was no handle on her door.  She began to get a queasy feeling.  “Jeff, I live up on Suncrest Blvd, it is about half-way down the block from Third Street.”

Jeff said nothing.  Just kept driving with a serious look on his face.  Karen grew scared, “Which way are you going?”

Suddenly in a much different tone of voice Jeff said, “I know a shortcut.

Karen figured he was driving to the city limits.  She had to think fast there was not much longer until they would be out of an area with any hope to get help.  Starting like a low growl Jeff slowly began to laugh, a very deep sinister laugh.  Karen said, “You can drop me off here please.”

Jeff just laughed louder.  Now was Karen’s chance.  He was laughing so much and slowing for a stop light.  She slowly reached into her purse and removed her hand quickly as she pushed the tab on the can of pepper spray aiming for Jeff’s eyes. He slammed on the breaks and cried out in pain.  She threw the gearshift into park and used the point on the end of the pepper spray canister to break her window.

Karen reached out to grab the door handle outside the car and swung the door open.  She went to jump out but had forgotten her seatbelt.  She fumbled for the latch and just as she was about to jump again headlights came up behind them and Karen felt her biggest swell of hope.

Jeff, recovering from the spray, was gunning the engine trying to go forward.  He realized it was in park just as Karen jumped.  The car took off, slamming into her legs as they had not cleared the door yet.  She fell to the pavement and blacked out.

Three days later she awakened in the hospital.  Much of what she had been through was still hard to remember.  She learned she had badly broken her leg and had a serious concussion.  It turns out the car behind them was a retired police sergeant and he quickly got the license plate information to the police when he called 911.  The police caught up with Jeff in no time and found he had abducted and killed two women in different states.  He would face a lifetime in prison.

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