The Difference (a short story)

Who knows if Frank ever truly loved her for his forever, as he vowed. The answer to that question was buried along with him.

 

It was cancer, as he had foreseen. It hit him as second cancer, according to the experts. It wasn’t longer than 6 months after, his one year cancer free anniversary. Six months after he had told her he was going to die soon anyway, so he wanted his freedom. Therefore, she could start grieving him now. Just pretend I have already passed on, were his words.

 

Kate thought he was hilarious. “Since when in the last 3 years, have you not already done exactly what you wanted?”, she chuckled along with her reply. He smiled that odd secretive smile he often used when he was already living inside his own thoughts. Hugged her and walked away.

 

 

Kate knew all too well the difference between “pretend” death and the real thing. She knew when a person was gone,eventually, those 

left behind, could find solace. There was an acceptance of knowing their loved one, was no longer in pain and felt at peace.

 

When she was fifteen, her mom, lost a 3 ½ year battle against leukemia and cancer. Her father had gone to the other side after a sudden heart attack in 1998. Then bone cancer that moved upward, took her older brother in 2007, when Kate was in her early forties.

 

Often, on a bad day, she would still talk to them. Instinctively, Kate felt them as they watched over her. Angels. 

She thought of them as protective angels, 

keeping herself, her children and later her grandchildren from harm. 

Hell, her theory was 

proven when she was barely 16. One late,sunny summer afternoon, as they were cruising up the road on his dirt bike. Suddenly, she hollered into her high school boyfriend’s ear,

 YOU HAVE GOT TO PULL OVER, I HAVE TO GET OFF!

 

From nowhere, she had this desperate anxiety flood 

every nerve in her body. Panic succumbed her thoughts. The message? 

GET OFF THAT BIKE, KATE! GET OFF THAT BIKE RIGHT NOW!

 

Dave, being the loving, caring boyfriend that he was, pulled over to the side of the country road. She hopped off. He looked at her, shrugged his shoulders, gave her the, are you sure look? She nodded. They were approximately 1500 feet from the base of his parents driveway. Slowly, he pulled away.

 

Just as he turned onto the hill of the driveway, the bike’s throttle stuck, discovering the brakes were gone, he had no choice but to jump off. Somehow, the bike, remained 

perfectly upright. It gained speed up the hill, across the driveway and crashed 

full throttle into the garage doors at the other end. He could hear the high pitch wine of the engine that within seconds, sputtered and died.

 

Kate came running. Still laying on the side of the driveway, Dave looked up at her and asked, “How THE HELL, did you know?”, “I didn’t.”, she replied, still slightly out of breath. “All I knew, was for some dang reason, I just HAD to get off that friggin bike! 

 

Sitting up in the grass, he reached for her and pulled her close. She snuggled in and the two of them just sat there for an hour or more, holding each other. They quietly chatted, as young lovers do. Occasionally, one of them glanced towards the mutilated dirt bike.

That, was the day it started…  

 

 ❤️

Thought I would try my hand at a short story.

In all honesty, I picked up a new journal the other day.

As I was putting away the groceries, I picked up a pen and that story wrote itself.

Some is fiction, some is not.

Kind Regards and #winning- K

❤️

Photography, copyrighted and compliments of K of TheBlackWallBlog. 12.18

 

 

 

Shameful Behavior

I am witness

Of what you have done

To her.

Inflicting her heart

With the agonizing pain

Of ten-thousand deaths

With your manipulative

Ways.

Making her life decisions

Without consultation,

Imprisoning her in a world

Of self doubt.

Tempting her with

glimpses and promises

of your love and warmth.

Then yanking them away

Knocking her off her feet.

Time and again.

Never allowing

The dust of comfort

And peace to settle.

You are an idiot

Undeserving of her

Unselfish gifts of

Heart, warmth, caring

And love.

It’s simple.

Passive aggressive

Behavior is your specialty.

A person’s life decisions

Belong to them.

Freedom of choice

Through communication

And collaboration with

Knowledge of all the facts.

The only existing copyright

Of creating circumstances

For blind lifestyle choices

Belong to God and the

universe.

To think all her pain

Was avoidable,

If only you were who

You portrayed yourself

To be.

Unfortunately, the scars

Of your making

Will remain forevermore.

My only hope is

That I have saved her

In time.

As for you,

I know she wishes you

The best

And will always be dumb

Enough to hold a tiny spark

Of hope.

For she is a beautiful

believer in the power

Of good in everyone.

❤️

“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”-

-Oprah Winfrey

The one who is meant for you encourages you to be your best, but still loves and accepts you at your worst.” – Unknown

Kind Regards as I help a friend – K

❤️🌎❤️

Let’s Write! Right?

Today my mind wonders,

As I wander a forest’s path.

Wearing my pondering

Expression,

Where shall I go?

My soul, my essence

A piece of me,

Is searching for peace.

It seems,

My seams are bursting

With yearning.

I am startled,

As a deer crosses my path.

A doe followed by

Two dear little fawns.

None captured my scent.

Due to the mist

Of heaven sent rain.

Thankful, I walked today

Or I could have missed

Such a wonderful sight.

Heading home,

I mentally note the site.

Had I not chosen,

This jaunt

Their presence,

Only one of nature’s

Glorious presents,

Would have gone unnoticed,

In my backyard wood.

Kind Regards as I send a shout out for your homonym word play – K

😉

❤️🌎❤️

Photography © and compliments of K 9.2018.

Cruzin’ Back in Time

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Cruzin’, tree lined back roads,

Tunes cranked, I belt along,

Cuz’ I know every word.

My mind relives,

A persistent memory.

Carried,

Deep within my heart.

***

Pedal down on the straight-a-way.

Maneuvering curves like an Earnhardt.

Adrenaline rushing through my body.

As my mind relives,

A persistent memory.

Carried,

Deep within my heart.

As I’m cruzin’

 Tree lined back roads,

Tunes cranked, I belt along,

Cuz’ I know every word.

***

Flashes,

Of that younger us,

Hearts pure,

Full of innocence.

We just knew

Our hearts to be,

Invincible in love.

As I’m cruzin’,

Tree lined back roads,

Tunes cranked, I belt along,

Cuz’ I know every word.

 

***

Sparks ignited,

When we held hands.

Feeling that teenage  buzz.

No one,

In the world,

JUST US,

Our feelings so intense.

As I’m cruzin’,

Tree lined back roads,

Tunes cranked, I belt along,

Cuz’ I know every word.

 

***

My mind relives,

A persistent memory.

Carried,

Deep within my heart.

As I’m cruzin’,

Tree lined back roads,

Tunes cranked, I belt along,

Cuz’ I know every word.

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Young love. Were we really that innocent?

Heck, were we really that young? ha!

Oh well, now and then it hits you,

like a bolt of lightning.

Mind goes off into another place and time.

Cherished memories.

I wonder if that little ditty above

Could be a song? hmmmm

Kind Regards and # winning _ K

 

 

How to Improve your Blog thoughts 8.24.18

jirogers-author.com/2018/08/24/six-word-story-challenge-argh/

1) reblogging and sharing others posts.

My goal:

I want my posts to have more substance, to be more concise.

It takes practice!

jirogers posts a new subject, almost daily for a Six-Word-Story challenge!

He includes a fantastic example with each one!

I bet you are thinking-

A story in SIX words??

Holy cow!

🤨

Today’s theme = Argh!

Best practice;

a) Read his six-word-story!

b) Reblog his post into draft mode.

c) Grab a notebook.

d) Using his subject/theme of the day.

Challenge yourself to create at least 2 six-word-stories.

Think of some real life scenarios.

e) Start writing descriptions of what happened.

Play with the words, continuously decrease the word count.

Grab a thesaurus! (My bible)

Don’t give up!

If you need to walk away for a bit.

GO For it!

It CAN be frustrating.

Change your mindset to: THIS IS FUN!

I promise the world WILL NOT come to an end if your first 20 attempts are not perfect! (Or 30 or 40, like me) Ha Ha!

AHA!

f) You have created one, now two!

Woohoo!

g) Add them to your saved draft.

Tomorrow you will create more! I promise!

Practice makes what?

h) If you want, add the story of your process to your draft.

How did you feel, when you started?

How did it feel, when you created one you liked?

i) Challenge your blogging buddies to try it too!

j) PUBLISH!

☀️☀️☀️☀️

I’m still learning.

I am totally addicted!

My submissions for

ARGH!

1) Kitchen mopped, in came muddy dogs.

2) Early morning coffee brewing without grounds!

3) Running late, dressed quickly, shoes mismatched.

4) Frantically journaling brainstorm, with ink-less pen.

5) Writing blog draft accidentally hit publish!

😳

Your turn, give it a try!

❤️🌎❤️

Kind Regards and right there with you learning everyday – K

6 word story challenge 7.3.18

Today’s 6 word story challenge topic – Holstein

“Holsteins grazing quietly in the field.”

“Life simplified in black and white.”

Give it a try!

Feel free to share your link or comment on my page!

I’m still practicing!

😉

Kind Regards

and looking

forward to

your creativity – K

Photography compliments of BGage photography 7.2018