Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
Shea stood on the porch overlooking the huge task in front of her. At the foot of the drive she could see the vacancy sign, it echoed what was in her heart. Vacancy, empty, dry, her batteries had quit so to speak. She didn't care anymore.
She tossed out the last few sips of coffee onto the ground, cursed and walked back into the entryway. Shea looked around her, in the path of her vision she saw it. A photo of "him", how dare he look at her that way, smiling, smug, all knowing! He didn't know anything! DAMN HIM!
MOM! startled she spun around "WHAAAT?!"
Her son, only 9 years old, stood shaking. She cleared her throat and again, "what? I'm sorry honey, you startled me, do you need something?"
"umm, no, never mind." he shuffled off.
Shea caught his arm, "I'm sorry honey and I know I say that a lot these days, what did need?" she pulled him into a hug.
For a brief moment he relaxed but then quickly shrugged her off.
She took a deep breath. Again, DAMN HIM, here she was doing the best she could with what little he left her and her son, HER SON, was estranged from her because of HIM! GRRR she could feel it building again. That melt down she had been trying so desperately too avoid.
Walking down the hall towards the kitchen Shea saw the stack on bills on the side board. She hung her head and kept walking, what could she do, there was nothing left to sell except the house and property, no money, nothing but debt.
As she stepped into the kitchen there he stood, all six feet tall, tanned and holding a block of cheese?! What the what?
Kodi walked over, laid the cheese on the counter, gave her his best smile and said "good morning darlin', aren't you the picture of beauty this morning." Like that was going to fix everything! huh?!
The next morning it was all a blur, Shea rolled over and bumped into something...no someone. EEK ACK OMGosh what HAD she done???
With a sigh of relief she saw Kodi fast asleep, she rubbed her forehead, stretched her back and said NO MORE SUSHI at bedtime!
She rubbed his back, well it wasn't all a dream. He had left her, she had struggled, he had returned. Her prodigal love, she signed, took a deep breath and as she looked heavenward she whispered, "God I do love this man, please don't ever let him leave me again and if he does let his truck break down, his dog die, his favorite boots get a hole in them, his wallet get stolen...no, just let him stay here, love us and be faithful. Amen."
He rolled over at that very minute and said "good morning darlin', aren't you the picture of beauty this morning' kissed her nose and pulled her close.
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Your words are:
batteries ~ estranged ~ direct ~ vacancy ~ cheese ~ huge
