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Hey guys!

I know this is super late but I wanted to still get it out there. The prompt came from Today’s Author and was posted on their blog May 23, 2014. They argued with such vitriol that they didn’t notice the child standing between them, until the unforeseen happened.

Enjoy!


 

“I’m so tired, John. I can’t give anymore, I’m tapped out.”

“Please Georgia, your being dramatic.”

“Dramatic, John? How is trying to discuss your drinking problem and your inability to keep a job dramatic? How is me asking you to help with our kids dramatic?”

“It just is, now move so that I can leave. And where are the keys?”

Georgia doesn’t bulge; she digs in her heels and blocks his way.

“The only way you’re getting out of here is if you’re walking, I won’t let you leave here drunk and kill or injure yourself or someone else with the car.”

They argued with such vitriol that they didn’t notice the child standing between them, until the unforeseen happened.

John grabs the keys from the hook by the door, “I said move Georgia!”

“I will not John!”

Georgia tries to grab the keys from him and they began to struggle. She remembers a time when they used to be passionate about their love and their future together. But as she looks into John’s glassy inebriated eyes, she knew her husband John Wilson was not there and he hadn’t been for a while now. An impostor who looked just like John stood before her instead, a stranger was present. Mind and body in agreement Georgia decides to surrender and maybe try to sooth John to stop him from driving drunk. Before she could put her thought into action John forcibly yanks the keys and growls, “LET GO!”
He shatters the mirror above Georgia’s head in anger. But as she’s ducking and trying to cover her face, she’s not worried about herself, she’s worried about her 6-year-old daughter who somehow made it in between her and John while they were arguing.

Time slowed down for Georgia as she tried to shield her baby from the angry shards falling from the mirror. Knees aching and bloody, Georgia could hear her heart beating loudly and the blood storming through her ears. Her pain and discomfort, she ignores, the only thing that matters is the shaking 6-year-old who’s clutching onto her for dear life.
John looks on in horror and stares at his wife and daughter in utter shock. In a voice foreign to even his own ears, he says, “Georgia are –.”

Without moving an inch or raising her head from her daughter’s she cuts him off. “Don’t, just don’t.”

“But Georgia. I’m –”

“Not right now John.”

The crushed sound of her voice breaks his heart. Seeing her stand on shaky bloody legs and lifting their frightened child into hers arms sobers him up. She looks older and defeated before his eyes and he knows he’s the cause of her pain. John watches Georgia under his eyelashes as she puts their child on her hip and tries her best to side-step some of the broken glass. In the middle of the room, John stands and stares at empty space. Not knowing how to redeem his self or how to apologize to his daughter or his wife, John decides that maybe a plain old walk around the block will do him some good. Maybe the fresh air will clear his mind and usher in some lasting positive change.


 

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The Struggle

 Hey guys!

I’ve decided to start participating in Today’s Author‘s WriteNow. Their prompt for May 16th was, ” He returned home from work to find an eviction notice tacked to the door.” Here’s what I came up with:

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From sun up to sun down,
He works his fingers to the bones.
Grinding and slaving,
He alone is the sole provider for his family.
A widower with two children,
Working two jobs he does his best.

Getting off the city bus,
With a sweaty brow he staggers tiredly towards his complex.
A temporary safe haven from his ongoing storm.
Upon entering his building,
He finds an eviction notice tacked to the door.
“God please not again, not today. I just need a little latitude.”

He sighs deep, opens the door, and
Makes a beeline to the fridge and makes a phone call.
With a note left for his kids,
He’s back out the door and eating his dinner while mobile.
At the bus stop he prepares his self for another eight-hour shift.

He hunkers down for the 15 minute bus ride across town,
Mind and heart heavy he utters a prayer, and
Hope and wish for a breakthrough or a miracle.
A breakthrough that allows him to come out on top,
One that will never alert his children to how hard their father’s struggle really is.

© TNL, May 2014

 

Thanks for reading! 🙂

Stones of Life

Hey guys, I’ve been under the weather; but I’m back now! I intend to finish my NaPoWriMo challenge even though April 30th was a couple of weeks ago.

NaPoWriMo’s prompt for April 24th: Write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like. If that sounds a bit hard, remember that one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems was about a wall.

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Brick.

Laid out individual units bound by mortar,

Horizontally patterned by the hands of man.

Brick.

Often left behind,

Like an echo in time.

Brick.

Sturdy and sure, tired and true,

Qualities we look for in our fellow-man.

Brick.

Holds together, supports and builds structure,

Protects its inhabitants against the storm.

Brick.

We should emulate your characteristics,

Apply your support and protection to the people and environment.

© TNL, April 2014

 

 

Sightseeing

The Daily Post’s prompt for April 23rd. The Wanderer. Tell us about the top five places you’ve always wanted to visit. GO!


Had a dream that I could move as I please,

Anywhere I wanted, far and near.

I walked the harbors of Boston,

Then moved down to Washington D.C., and

Stood before Lincoln and King.

Took a train to Chicago,

Walked Navy Pier and danced through Millennium Park.

Hopped a plane to Italy,

Had breakfast in Sicily and dinner in Tuscany.

Then I explored the rolling green hills of Ireland, and

Walked Malahide Castle’s botanic gardens.

©TNL, April 2014

Conflict Resolution

The Daily Post’s  prompt for April 22th: Showdown at Big Sky. How do you handle conflict? Boldly and directly? Or, do you prefer a more subtle approach?


 

Always a lady,

Never a hellcat.

Not saying gibberish,

Just stating a simple fact.

Mostly subtle,

Always direct, and

Bold when need be.

A showdown isn’t needed,

Especially if it can be interceded.

Don’t let conflict brew,

Nip it in the bud, and

cut it at the knee.

Then maybe everyone can remain drama free.

 

© TNL, April 2014


 

Thanks for reading!

Night Owl

The Daily Post’s daily prompt for April 21st: Because the Night. Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?


 

The dust is settled,

The air is pure

The night is silent, and

Most are asleep.

A deadline is upon me,

It’ closing in.

Coffee in hand,

Armed with my laptop,

I sit on the couch,

Snuggled and settled in,

Preparing to hit my target.

I thrive at this time,

The night owl that I am.

Bluetooth headphones in,

Smooth sounds thumping in my ears.

Times passes and I’m done,

With minutes to spare.

Hours later I retreat from the couch, and

Make the journey to dreamland.

© TNL, April 2014

 

 

 

The Yellow Jacket

NaPoWriMo’s prompt for April 20th: Write a poem in the voice of a member of your family. This can be a good way to try to distance yourself from your own experience, without reaching so far away from your own life that it’s hard to come up with specific, realistic details. But watch out! This type of exercise can also dredge up a lot of feelings. So if you think writing in the voice of your grandfather will be too heavy, maybe try the voice of your four-year-old niece. Four-year-old problems might be a little lighter in scope.

A tisket a tasket,

I stained my yellow jacket.

It makes me sad,

Because mommy may get mad.

I must go in search,

So we won’t be late for church.

Pink or blue,

Or any pastel hue.

To match my purple dress,

It’s my Sunday’s best!

© TNL, April 2014

Saturday Night

The Daily Post’s prompt for April 19th: S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT! What’s your favorite way to spend Saturday night?

 

The week is ending,

Time to unwind.

Turn up the laughter, and

Drink some wine.

Invite my girlfriends over, and

Let my hair down.

Put records on, and

Dance all around.

Cook good food.

Indulge in chocolate

While we catch up on gossip.

Take out the guitar, and

Have an impromptu concert

Then a second dessert.

Followed by more wine, and

Even more laughter.

We talk well into the night

Then promise to resume again next Saturday night.

© TNL, April 2014

Won’t Give Up

NaPoWriMo’s prompt for April 18th:

Write a ruba’i. What’s that? It’s a Persian form — multiple stanzas in the ruba’i form are a rubaiyat. Basically, a ruba’i is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA.

I won’t give up on you,
Even when you’re troubled and blue.
You can lean on me,
I’ll help push you through.

© TNL, April 2014

 

 

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