The Sinister Savior.

Rain pelting my skin, I limp towards the road. My body weak, head pounding from the blow to the steering wheel, I shield my eyes from the truck lights approaching. “You ok?” he asked. “No. I’m hurt.” “I’ll help you. Get in.” **photo by One Foot Over the Moon via Flickr Advertisements

The Departed Subject.

I wish I knew. She died when I was fifteen. Time with her was sporadic before that. It pains me that I’ll never hear her reaction to it. The book wasn’t easy to write, but my mother’s story deserved to be told.

Reigniting The Flame.

Smoke from their private fire crawls in the open window. A flame often extinguished with waves of work, life and young kids, re-ignited by a night of hazy, vulnerable conversation. Intimacy awakened, now thriving in twisted sheets. Passion sparked – a marriage revived.       ****************************************************************************************************************************

No Escape.

He’s drunk again. I see the black and blue outcome. There is no where to hide. He pays the bills. He puts food in the children’s mouths. If I run, his heavy hand will find us. The beatings are necessary – for them. *************

Rock Bottom

Jessica wakes and rises off the cold bathroom floor. Why am I naked? She stumbles to her bedroom, wondering what it will take before she finally quits drinking. “There you are! Good morning, beautiful.” Oh my God, who the hell are you?  

Writing Out Loud.

She writes out loud. The words, her armor. She defeats shame with every key she strikes. She dives in to the remnants of the abuse, choosing to dissect the experience and name the invisible scars. Healing herself and others, along the way.  

For No Apparent Reason.

A warm, heaviness takes over my arms. Instant panic. My mind begins racing, attempting to extinguish fear. My chest constricts – trying to contain my heart, as it bang, bang, bangs for help. My skin, struggles to suppress the internal shaking. Just breathe.   Click the badge to learn more about this awesome 42-word writing challenge. This…

Not A Good Start To A Saturday.

“I’m as freeeee as a bird now.” You’re kidding me. Shawna slaps the alarm clock. “All we are is dust in the wiiiiind.” What the frick! She yanks the cord from the wall. Back to sleep. Caw! Caw! Caw!       Alright! I’m up! ******************************************************************************************************************************* Every have this kind of Saturday morning? This week’s Gargleblaster prompt…

This was us.

I see colored jeans, hugging their ankles. One bare shoulder, claiming the top of the fashion food chain. Neon has taken a generational curve, back around. The boys on one wall, girls on the other. It’s familiar, only now, I’m the chaperone. ********************************************************************************************************************* Click the badge to learn about the flash fiction challenge that is the Gargleblaster. This…

Her Last Chance.

A despairing film covers her eyes, blocking sight of arms reaching for her. She’s twisted in pain, unable to absorb love. Really see her. See her hidden scars. Suspend her grief. Her mind is teetering that fine line. It’s up to you. ************************************************************************************************************** Do you see her much? Click the badge to learn more about the Gargleblasher challenge over at…