Written as part of a challenge called Friday fictioneers, https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com
Jessica gave simple instructions. And if that wasn’t enough a list.
Clean out garage
Get planter for the pansies
Kenny pulled out the old refrigerator and rusted out drawers. He forgot all about the old toilet behind them.
“Hey, this will work. She really liked when I took apart the broke wicker chair and put a pot in that. Hell, this had the pot built in!” Kenny raises the beer in celebration. “Hot damn! She’ll love it.”
Before he could get it out of the garage, he heard the squeak of the minivans breaks.
“I know you ain’t putting that in our yard!” Jessica was surprised alright.
She saw the bundle in the corner, covered by dirty blankets. It moved. It was freezing cold. No wonder it was trying to find cover or at least a little bit of it under the shredded and filthy fabric. It must be desperate, she thought. She was just about to walk on when she heard the sound coming from under the blankets. And it was not what she had expected to hear. She froze and slowly turned around….
Lydia looked through her blood shot eyes. Her heart fought against her addiction. The dumpster at the hospital was gold to the needle fiend. But today it’s different. Her heart raced. The little innocent body pushed against the fabric of despair. Shedding the blankets of filth, the baby emerged like a butterfly from its cocoon. The little body reached out.
Lydia watched her buzz vanish. The need for the needle to take what had become of her life vanished. Her mind and heart felt the need to matter. The drug called maternal cried for the protection of this little one. Years that were never lived marked both arms. These track marked arms held a reason to live. For herself nothing mattered. This was a sign from above. The u-turn for her soul from the alter of her self destruction.
She a rounded the corner. Her tattered jeans. Her grungy flannel covered the only decent shirt she had. The security guard recognized her.
“Lydia what you got there!” Joe looks over his glasses at her.
“It’s a baby. Someone left it. I found my reason to live.” Lydia glows
“You don’t think they’ll let someone like you keep that, do you?” Responds Joe.
She looked out the tiny airplane window, watched how the airport was speeding by and then how the buildings, cars, trees became smaller and smaller. She was holding on to her husbands hand and with the other hand caressing her little boys cheek. She thought this would be easier. She didn’t expect it to hurt and she didn’t expect to tear up. But in a way it was hurting. She knew this would be left behind for good. Her life as she knew it to this day was about to change. A new adventure was waiting for her and her family.
The thrill of moving was great. Leaving behind cold for year around earth. A big new house waited to be filled with memories. The white colonial with extra rooms and space. The family would surely prosper. Everyone had their own place. She should be so happy.
With her husband hand, she explores his fingers. The touch she looks for isn’t quite there. It’s not as warm. Not as inviting. She didn’t think about it. It’s a new start. Old acquaintance be forgot. It’s all for the best.
Her mind spins toward the window. She imagines what it was like. The feelings in her heart. It was goodbye. It’s was so much more. The touch of someone who cared and wanted her because she was desirable. Those feelings had become a language she could no longer speak.
She drops her husband hand on her leg. Both hands hold her infant. It’s for him, she must forget. The mind is willing but her body can’t stop thinking about her one chance she took. What if
Finish It! #25
She was looking around, scanning the surroundings like a hawk. Where did they go? They knew not to just walk off and both of them were old enough to not just leave. She only turned around for a short moment, trying to see if the guy she thought was following them was still there. And now they were gone. The panic started growing. What if?
Two bikes still leaned against the tree. Gilbert and Sally wanted to see the dog in the yard. It gave Olivia a chance to get a look at him. One hand fished for the phone in her purse. He was getting closer. On third right turn, she noticed him. The cap tight against sunglasses. Bits of hair was only way thing she could make out. If she could get a picture of him was all she thought.
“Gilbert! Sally! Get back here!”the controlled mom voice rings out. A slight flutter in the end being the closest to sign of weakness.
The man she watched disappeared right before they did. What to do? Panic was talking. The dog was gone. The kids were gone. But it was the guy disappearing. …
Olivia runs to the house. Thirty feet but closer to a mile in distance. The screen door hung tattered. The doorbell fails. Banging her hands on the wooden frame echoes in the house.
“Hang on! I ain’t buying nothing! If that’s what you’re after just leave!” A grumpy voice calls out from the dark interior.
“My kids were petting your dog. I think they let him off the leash. They run around the corner! Did you see them?” She tried to sound in control.
The blue ball cap comes into focus. Her heart slams into the ground. How? Why?
“It’s you! Why? There just little kids!”
“Mom, why don’t you come in and get them!”
She throws the door open. It’s the last thing she remembers.