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Prompt: Lost in time
1st Attempt:Lost in time,somewhere between reality and fanasty,somewhere over there,but not quite here,is were I long to be.
Lost in time,the transition from now,to tomorrow and back again,not fully complete,somewhere in the middle,is were I am stuck.
Lost in time,no focus, no direction,aimlessly wandering to and fro,Lost in time and place,is what has become of me.
Prompt: Required Training1st Attempt:He was leading the required training for new employee's. He hated this class, you would think people would have learned this stuff by the time they were old enough to get a job, but years of experience had proven to him, that was not the case.So he began, "Welcome new employees to your first day of required trainings, we start at the beginning and work to more and more advanced topics...today, we start with Handwashing."
Prompt: Bowl of petunias...1st Attempt:As she drove up to the house, she noticed the flower boxes in the front of the house overflowing with petunias. She sighed, they always were his favorite, which seemed silly for someone with such a green thumb that could grow anything, he always grew petunias.She parked the car and noticed hugh planters of even more petunias on the front porch, and as she got out and walked to the back door, hanging baskets with even more petunias. It almost seemed like a message from the grave to her, but what?She unlocked the door and went into the familiar, but now silent house, and there to her surprise, was a bowl of petunias on the table.
Prompt: Guess who is coming to dinner?1st Attempt:She had just put the dressing in the oven when the phone rang."Hi Mom. We'll be there in about an hour, I can't wait to see the family. This is going to be great." "I am glad you landed safe. Do you need Dad to pick you up, and your sisters are dying to see you. Wait, did you say we? You have someone with you?""Sorry mom, this is a bad connection, we'll talk when I get there. Love ya, bye."She slowly hung up the phone and wondered at what her daughter had not said in that conversation. Someone was with her, but who, and why wouldn't she say who. She knew that her girlfriends were always welcome, they always had been. All the years that the girls had been growing up, they always hung out here, they were always welcome and even on holidays and extra girl or two could be found at the house. So why didn't she say who was with her. Her husband walked in the room."Was that the phone I heard?""Yes, Lori landed safely and is on her way. Guess who is coming to dinner?"
Prompt: Lessons in the Dust1st Attempt:Slowly walking through the house, everything covered in sheets, that once were white but now covered in dust. First the living room, and vision of fights over an old silky blanket in front of the tv with my brother. On to the kitchen and learning to make mayonaise from scratch, and cole slaw and sugar cream pie. Down the hall to the bedroom, sleeping on the sloor beside her side of the bed, while my brother was on the floor on his side, that was sleepovers and grammie's house. Remembering the times, the years I spent in that house, the people that shaped and molded me into the woman I am today, that are only a memory now. They are gone now, down the road in a small country church-yard, lying side-by-side in a shady spot near the back. I visited them today, before I stopped at the house. It is time to say goodbye, to let it go, to move on and to remember the lessons in the dust of the house, that no longer is mine to visit. Taking the lessons with me, to pass on to the next generation.
Today's Writing Prompt: Scream
What makes you want to scream?1st Attempt:I wanna scream....at the gentleman in the parking lot that told me to calm down and not doing anything I would regret when my son ran out in front of his car, almost getting hit and I was talking to my son about running out in the parking lot, and why we don't do that....I wanna scream.....at the lady on the phone that refuses to talk to me about the insurance claim for my doctor's appointment, that they did not pay as they have in the past, all because my husband's name is on the policy and he is not there to tell her it is okay to talk to me....I wanna scream.....at the unfairness of life, that a wonderful man with twin daughters that are six years old, good friends of my youngest daughter, and not yet 30 years old, is going through his third round with cancer....I wanna scream...at the lady in our small town that is running an escort business out of her home, with three school age children, what are uou teaching them, and how can you continue to do this after having children....I wanna scream....well, some days I just want to scream to scream and get out all of the pent up anger and frustratrion, what else you gonna do?
disclaimer: First an apology for beeing absent so long. We went on vacation the first week of August, then immediately came back to the begining of school, and just when we got settled in with the school routine, I began dealing with what would turn out to be my grandfather's final illness. That is no excuse, and I can tell by my mmods that I am missing my writing, so I am back!Prompt: TrustTrust is something that I have always freely given to anyone I met, until they prove to me that they do not deserve my trust. I havebeen burned by some people, but I have never changed my ways, I am just that type of person, I believe in the charity and goodness of the human race. My husband on the other hand is the opposite. He nevers gives trust freely, except to the kids, and everyone else has had to earn that trust from him. It can be difficult and sometimes I think he has limited friends because of it, but he likes it that way. He likes having a very small circle of people who are close to him and have earned his trust.As the kids grow and mature, I watch with anticpation to see which way they will develop. Will they be like me and trust everyone until they prove unworthy of the trust, or will they be like hubby, and withold trust until it is earned? At the moment, I think we have one like him and two like me, but I really think it might be too soon to tell yet.
