#MarquessaChallenge – The Runaway

Rodney walked under the overpass and was immediately struck by the smell; too many unwashed bodies too close together. The slight chill that had formed once the sun set wasn’t helping either, but he knew he had to keep going. He’d finally found someone who recognized Jamie’s picture and they had directed him here. He couldn’t help feeling that he’d finally found her, but he’d felt that way before so it was hard to really know.

He walked past a barrel spurting flames near the outstretched hands of four people covered in layers of clothing. He glanced from side to side at the bodies lying on each side of the small walkway, some of them huddling in threadbare blankets and some taking cover under cardboard boxes.

He was almost near the back when he finally spotted her. Could it be? He hunched down in front of her, almost daring to hope.

“Jamie, is that you?”

She was staring off into space, but at the sound of his voice her eyes shifted slightly and met his.

“Jamie! Oh my God. I can’t believe it!”

He grabbed her limp body and hugged her as hard as he dared. Her hair was a tangled mop surrounding a face that looked like it hadn’t been washed in days. Her cheek bones were more prominent than they used to be and her eyes looked sunken and hollow. There wasn’t much left of the girl who’d run away almost a year ago.

“Rodney?” He watched as tears came to her eyes, but instead of sinking into his embrace, she pulled back. “Why are you here?  Go away.”

“Jamie, I’ve come to take you home.”

“I can’t. Please…” She covered her face with her hands.

Rodney gently pulled her hands away from her face and looked deep into her eyes. “I love you, Sis. It doesn’t matter where you’ve been or what’s happened. Take it from your older brother; home is always a good idea.”

“Home.” She made the word sound foreign, almost as if she’d forgotten. “I don’t think I can face them, Rod.”

“I’m here now. We’ll do it together.”

He helped her to her feet, but she was so weak, she immediately started to collapse. In one quick motion, he grabbed her legs and picked her up. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on tight as he carried her to his car and the promise of home.

#fictionfriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. The lyric prompt she chose was: “I’ve been all around the world and as a matter of fact, there’s only one place left I wanna go…”


JustJoJan Day 10 – Dangerously Close

I had every intention of posting something for Just Jot It January every day this month, but the last two days were rough ones.  I ended up going into a dark place, and there’s just no writing from that place; at least not for me.

I found myself in a state of mind that I haven’t been in for a while and it scared me.  Luckily, it didn’t take root in my mind and last for days and days.  If it had happened years ago, I’m not sure where it would have led, which makes me glad for the growth I feel I’ve had in the past years.

Some of that is thanks to the people in my life now.  It’s amazing to me how much of a difference it makes when you surround yourself with people who lift you up rather than tear you down.

Anyway, enough of that.  I really have good news to report.  At least, I’m excited about it.  Our house is dangerously close to being all “put together”!  There are still way too many pictures to hang on walls that need to be re-painted, but there were also a few straggling “projects” that still needed to be done before I felt like I could really settle in.

I was at work yesterday and realized that I have two capable boys at home who can do things.  To be honest, I think this is the first time I’ve put them to work on something that I wasn’t right there helping them with.  They didn’t actually get to it yesterday because my teenagers stay up too late on school nights and take naps after school to make up for it.

But today, they were both here, ready and willing to work.  It was so nice to come home and just help them finish it up.  I don’t know what it was about this last project that finally made it all feel completely like home (probably the fact that we can now fit two cars in the garage, which is exciting because the townhouse we came from only had a one-car garage).

I haven’t felt like the place I lived in was home in maybe forever, but I’m in love with this house and the fact that I live here with my most favorite people.  It was also a blessing to be able to have a room my daughter could stay in while she was here for the holidays.

I have so much to be grateful for.  I can’t even fathom the dark depths my mind entered yesterday… it’s hard for me to even comprehend it, much less try to explain it to someone who has never been there.

Life is worth living and the demons are at bay.  Right now is a good place to be.

Just Jot It January is hosted by Linda G. Hill.  Today’s prompt, danger, is brought to us by Matthew at Singular Fiction.


Song Lyric Sunday – Home by Michael Buble

I don’t know about you, but I’ve never really considered a building my home.  My childhood home only offers pretty terrible memories, and the home I established when my kids were younger fell apart pretty quickly.

I ended up finding a home at my sister’s house part time and finding comfort in the moments I spent with my children.  I had to let go of the idea that the four walls I spent time in was my “home”, though.  My home became where my love was – my children, my best friend, and my lover, but not necessarily the four walls surrounding me.

It’s weird to think that my “home” might be something completely different in a few weeks; although, I’m not opposed to the idea.  Many people consider the building they live in as their home… I’m just hoping that can happen with me, since I’ve been so used to people as my home and not necessarily the roof over my head.

This all leads me to my pick this week.  It seems to me that Michael Buble is referring to a person when he speaks of his “home” in this song.  He doesn’t so much sing of four walls, as he sings of missing someone he loves.  That’s how I feel about home, and that’s why I picked this song for this week’s theme.

I hope you enjoy Michael Buble as much as I do.  He has been a long time favorite of mine.

Home by Michael Buble
Written by Michael Buble, Alan Change, and Amy Foster-Gillies
Lyrics found at AZ Lyrics

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In either Paris or Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
And let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It’ll all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

The Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week was to share a song about home.  It is open to anyone who wants to share music, so please feel free to click the link, read the rules and post one of your own.


Sunday Photo Fiction – Longing For Home


“Billy asked me again today. Do you have to do it in front of him?” John was at the sink washing his hands after a long day outside.

“There’s nothing wrong with crying.” Julie huddled into the afghan wrapped around her shoulders and picked up the steaming mug. She’d never adjusted to the weather here.

“Maybe not, but does it have to be so much?”

Tears sprang to her eyes. He would never understand.

He glanced in her direction as he dried his hands on the towel that always hung from the oven handle. He must have noticed the tears welling in her eyes. He threw the towel on the burner and walked in the other room, shaking his head as he went.

Julie bowed her head, her body shuddering.

Why do I cry so much?

It isn’t so bad here, except

I miss my family… my language… the smells… the warmth.

I thought it would get better through the years, having a child and making a home with John.

Billy’s laughter rang through the kitchen, followed by John’s. She felt more alone than ever.

Staring out the kitchen window, she let the tears flow and longed for home.

The rules for Sunday Photo Fiction are to write around 200 words in either poetry or story form based on the photo prompt. This is one of those times that isn’t very literal. I just let the photo serve as inspiration rather than using it as a direct reference. I hope you enjoy.

Click on the blue froggy to read other amazing Sunday Photo Fiction.


#LoIsInDaBl Day 4 – My Sister’s House

One of the places that has become integral in my life is my sister’s house. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true. I love that place. There was a time when it was my second home and during that time, I wished it was my actual home.

Some of my favorite memories are waking up on Saturday morning and walking upstairs to find my sister already making breakfast. I would take it upon myself to make coffee and we would chat and laugh and enjoy coffee while making breakfast together.

I remember thinking that I shouldn’t love her house more than my own, when my own house was where my children were. It made me realize that a house is only as good as the people in it. I love my kids, but there were other factors that made it difficult to be home. It was during that time that I really came to believe that a home is where you feel safe and loved; and as a result, I’ve come to think of people as my home more than the roof over my head.

My boyfriend is my home… My children are my home… My sister and her family are my home…

I used to take the kids up to my sister’s house for the weekend. They used to love just hanging out with their cousins for two days. I know my youngest would still go up there as much as we did back then, but for me, it’s become just a place I go to visit my sister because I now have a safe, loving place to call home.  Every time I visit, though, I’m reminded how much being there helped me cope with a difficult time in my life.

I always give my sister crap because she moved so far away from the rest of us (it’s only about 45 minutes away, but that’s a lifetime when all I want is to hang out with my sister right this minute!).

So there you have it. A place I love that holds some of my favorite people. What about you? Do you have a favorite place?

Love Is In Da Blog is hosted by Bee at Just Fooling Around With Bee. Today’s prompt was to talk about a place you love.


#frapalymo – Yearning for Peace

Yearning for Peace

Water softly rippling
lapping at the edges
of longing
of happiness
of moments spent
yearning for peace

Running through fields
searching for joy
in light
in wonder
in darkness thrown open
Arms reaching wide

Divine acceptance
Finally home

I am taking part in a month of poetry that Bee is translating over at The Bee writes, originally hosted by @FrauPaulchen. I missed the April month of poetry because I was doing the A to Z challenge, so I was super happy to find this one. The prompt can be found on Bee’s page via the link above. The prompt today was “everything goes better with music” and I listened to all fifteen minutes of Schuhmann (a beautiful song) and this poem spilled onto paper. If you like poetry and you didn’t participate in the April challenge, feel free to click the link and join us.

English frapalymo