Written for Thursday Inspiration #318 β
βAlways On My Mindβ. Hereβs my response.
Tag: Second Chances
October Road
This week at Glyn Wiltonβs Mixed Music Bag,
heβs asking us to write about a song in which
the title or a line mentions the current month.
Hereβs my October artist and his song.
Just What I Needed
Written for OLWG #398, our three prompts
for this week are listed below. This my story.
When I Grow Up
Written for The Unicorn Challenge where we are
asked to get creative in 250 words or less using
the photo below as inspiration. Here is my story.
βHm, whatβs this?β I asked myself, cycling up to an abandoned car β¦ a bit of excitement in my otherwise dull existence.
It struck me as odd that the car appeared to have been deliberately driven to the side of the road, the engine turned off while, in sharp contrast, the door had been hastily left open. The key was in the ignition, the constant reminder of βding-ding-ding-dingβ shattering the stillness.
Instinctively, I yanked out the key, pocketing it. I exhaled, savoring the calmness. Looking around, there wasnβt a living thing in sight, but two trash bins implied the presence of civilization.
I stood at the silent intersection, the roads reaching out to the horizon. The only change in landscape was a mound strewn with tree cuttings. I decided to scope out the area to see what was about, but my exploration yielded nothing. The car and I stood idle.
Shrugging my shoulders, I began walking back to my bicycle when an indistinct sound penetrated the air β a muffled voice coming from the mound.
With renewed vigor, I ran up the rise, stopping abruptly at the sight below β a traveling circus being dismantled. It was then I noticed a silver-haired man giddily leaping toward the carny folk, waving and shouting βwait for me!β
Before I knew what was happening, I was bounding after the man, yelling for him to βtake me along, too!β He motioned for me to “c’mon!”
At some point the car key fell out of my pocket, no longer needed.
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250 Words
This is “Goodbye Cruel World” by James Darren
And for a bit of culture …. from the musical βStop the World – I Want to Get Offβ, this is the incomparable Anthony Newley with βWhat Kind of Fool Am I?β
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SAVING GRACE
There aren’t too many people who know about this part of my life; that’s about to change.
It was 1943 and I was crazy about Pvt. Roy Holmes at Fort Campbell, Kentucky. Every night for two weeks I snuck out my bedroom window to be with him. Then he stopped meeting me and I found out heβd been deployed. I was heartbroken. Just one short month later I learned he was killed. Another month later I realized I was pregnant.
Mama and daddy would never understand; what’s’ worse, they’d never forgive me. I packed some clothes and snuck out one last time. I caught a north-bound bus, getting off at the aptly named city of Hope, Ohio. Eyeing a pretty white church, I headed straight for it and rang the bell. I was surprised when a young handsome pastor answered; he was even more surprised when I fainted in the doorway. When I came to I was on a sofa with the pastor and two woman standing over me.
βBetter now?β asked the pastor and I gave a little nod of my head.Β βWhat’s wrong?β he inquired. βMaybe we can help.βΒ
“Yes, what wrong, dear? Maybe we can help?” the two kindly women asked in unison.
Speaking softly, I slowly made up my story as I went along: βMy name is Grace Holmes. My husband of five months was killed in the war. I have no family, no money and Iβm pregnant.β I started to cry tears of sorrow and shame. Handing me a tissue the pastor quietly said βThere now. You’ve been through an awful ordeal. Please stay the night here in the parish house and in the morning weβll sort it all out.β
I gratefully accepted the pastor’s kind offer; the two women helped me upstairs and helped me get settled in a lovely guest room. The room was small but well appointed with a twin bed, nightstand, dresser and rocking chair in the corner. It even had its own bathroom with a bathtub! There was a beautiful view of a pond behind the church and I knew I was meant to be here. Still, I felt very guilty about my lies. I decided I would stay a day or two until I figured out what I would do, then I’d move on. I couldn’t take advantage of these kind people.
The next morning I found everyone in the kitchen preparing breakfast. βGood morning, Grace! Join us! This is our cook Anna and Peggy, our housekeeper, and Iβm Richard Clark, the pastor.β Everyone was so welcoming!
After breakfast Richard asked me into his office. βGrace, I believe things happen for a reason. We can help each other. You see, my secretary recently retired and Iβd like to offer you the job. Itβs not very demanding, the salary is decent and room and board are included. Wonβt you stay here with me … um, I mean with us?β
We both blushed. βBut what about my condition? Wonβt people talk?β
βHave faith, Grace. Youβll find the people here very understanding.β
βThen yes, I accept!β I replied happily. βI wonβt let you down.β
Parish life was wonderful! Richard and I grew close, fell in love and he asked me to marry him. I was thrilled but haunted by my lies. βRichard, I love you but I have a confession. I was never married and I left home because of the pregnancy.β
βI was hoping youβd tell me, Grace. Iβve always known.β
I was stunned. βBut how?β
βNo wedding ring, no pictures of your βhusbandβ, no mention of your childhood. I figured it out and it doesnβt matter. I love you and I want us to be a family.β
Richard and I got married that weekend and a few days later our baby girl was born.
βSheβs beautiful, just like you, Grace. What shall we name her?β
βThatβs easy, darling. Her name is Faith.β
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