Monday, June 4, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Already looking forward to next May!!
Thursday, May 31, 2012
“Pst…pst, Kathy, it’s midnight! Kathy wake up!”
A little boy starts rolling his little sister out of her bed.
“What is it, John?”
“You heard him?”
“No, he doesn’t make any noise, but he must be here. It’s midnight!”
“Are you sure this is a good idea? What if he sees us?”
“Stop being such a fraidy cat and come on!”
The children creep down the stairs.
“What was that?” They turn and run back up the stairs.
“Do you think he saw us?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“We’re never gonna get any presents now,” groans the little girl.
“It’s not like anyone got hurt. I just don’t get what the big deal is.”
“Caleb!” I shout louder than I meant to. “Caleb,” I say in a whisper, “the big deal is that you went against the rules of the settlement, and the punishment for that is death!”
“Look, Mom, it's fine, no one saw me, and no one got hurt. It’s not a big deal!”
“Caleb,” I say in an even tone, “they have cameras everywhere! Didn’t you know that?”
He shakes his head, the color draining from his face as the cold reality sinks in.
My Caleb is going to die.
The door to my room slams behind me, but the sound of breaking glass makes me stop.
Silence is my answer.
“Run Mae! Run! Go get your father!” My heart races.
I turn and run.
Before I can get to the door, it flings open and five men dressed in police uniforms enter my house. The tallest officer grabs me roughly by the hair.
I’ve trainded for this; I can get away
But even as I think this, the officer shoves me out the door. My heart sinks:
The streets are crawling with police. There is no escape.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Give your soul its gloomy shelter.
it’s summer, my dear.
ah, my child. listen. incline your ear and hear the summer breeze.
do you hear them?
ah, yes, my dearest. look at the stars. look at how they shine for you.
yes, my dear grandchild. look into my eyes. breath deep. smell the sweet, sweet, smell of summertime.
pay close attention to the music of summertime.
listen to the melody.
and don’t forget, my child.
breath deep the air of the sweet sweet summer.
and get lost in a world
all your own.
She stares into the darkness.
“What is it, Sweetheart?”
“I heard a noise. I think it’s a monster. Can you check under my bed?”
“Well what does a monster look like?”
“It has the eyes that shine in the dark, huge pointy teeth, four arms that end in horrible claws, and…and those things that octopuses have.”
Her dad lies down on his stomach and looks under her bed.
“I don’t see any. Oh and here is a special spray. Now, if you see any monsters, just spray them with this, and they will disappear!”
“Does it work?”
I walk up the mountainside.
“How much farther, Lord? I’m growing weary.”
“Not much longer, my child, just persevere.”
The mountain begins to level out, not completely, but the incline lessens and the path becomes greener. I reach the crest of the hill. What I see takes my breath away.
The sky is amazingly blue, unlike any color I’ve ever seen. The grass and trees are so vividly green; it’s like I woke up and am seeing everything for the first time.
“Thank you, Lord, for bringing me here!”
“Well done, my faithful child. And welcome to your new home!”
I kneel by your headstone, your finial bed.
You died too soon. I never got to know you. There are so many things I wanted to teach you. I waited so long for you. I wanted you, looked forward to meeting you. I loved you with all my heart. I still do. Even though you are gone, I dream of meeting you. I never dreamed that I could love and miss someone so much, especially someone I only met once.
“I love you,” I whisper.
My tears fall onto the flowers by your grave; my tears watering the despair in me.
(I know, I wrote this awhile ago, but if I want to even attempt to catch up I have to write 15 drabbles. 15! so I'm cheating and posting one I wrote awhile ago. :)