#VisDare 124 : Unexpected

The way back was blocked, sealed by those inside the world they knew. That was unexpected on my part, that they would seal me out. I heard her voice, “Don’t panic. Don’t do anything stupid.” Something perfect to say to someone inside a wall.

All I could do was go forward. But forward to what, to where? There was light ahead, with colors. Nothing but colors, and the unknown.

Inside the crack, it wasn’t smooth, it wasn’t clean. There was dust everywhere, jagged edges, sharp points. I bumped into them, cut myself, bruised myself, banged my head.

I was heading into the unknown. I didn’t know how thick the wall was, how long it would take to get through it. All I knew is I couldn’t go back. Those behind me had seen to that.

All I had left was the light, and the colors, beyond the wall.

148 Words

Part 5 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.


#12DaysBop : Day 2 – His Just Dessert

It’s day 2 of Stacy Hoyt’s 12 Days Of Christmas Blog Hop. Today, the topic is the gift of love. While it’s not exactly the story of a gift, I did come up with something…

He read the words again. “Jesus replied, ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”

“Yeah, right,” he thought. “Who doesn’t love himself?”

He raised his right arm over his head, pointing it to straight up. He heard it quietly pop and he felt his collar-bone shift. He lowered his arm and felt the familiar ache of his collar-bone shifting back into place. He made a fist with his right hand, feeling the pain lance up his thumb, into his wrist. He wondered how long his thumb would keep working. “Pain’s just part of life,” he reminded himself. He raised his right knee toward his chest, feeling two lines of fire lance through it. One on the front, one on the back. “You haven’t been getting enough exercise, idiot. That’s why it’s hurting.” He ignored the ache of his left knee, and the bones grinding in his right ankle. That was normal for them. Nothing had changed.

He pulled on his clothes and went to the kitchen. Breakfast consisted of 420 milligrams of Sodium Naproxen to deaden the body aches, and an 8 ounce Red Bull to wake him up for work.

He sat down on the sofa and cut six strips of co-flex to protect blisters and cuts on his toes and heels. After taping up, he put on his socks and shoes. “Time to go to work, you lazy bastard,” he chastised himself, as he started out the door. “I don’t care how you feel.”

But those damn words kept echoing in his mind. “Love your neighbor as you love yourself.”

Please go enjoy the rest of the stories in the blog hop. There are some really gifted writers out there. It’s well worth reading their work. You can find the other entries here:

The 12 Days Of Christmas Blog Hop, Day 2 – The Gift Of Love

Time Heals

I’ve been wounded.
By a world
I never made.
A world that’s cold.
And violent.

And I’m still here.
I haven’t gone away.
I haven’t given up.
I’m still here.
Trying yet again.

Because I know.
I understand.

Wounds take time to heal.

But as I sit here,
I can’t help but feel
Sadness and remorse.
I can’t help but feel
The aching of my heart.
I can’t help but feel
The tears my soul cries.

Every time
I open my eyes.
And look around.

I’ve spoken before.
This I know.
But there’s so much to say.
So very much.

If you blister your hand
On the stove top
When you’re cooking
One day.
Do you stop?
Do you stop cooking?
Do you never cook again?
Do you cower in fear,
Unable to go near
Your own kitchen
Once again?

If you have a flat tire
On your car.
And you scrape the hide
Off of your knuckles
As you change that flat,
Do you stop?
Do you stop driving?
So you won’t ever have to face
Another flat tire
In your life?
Do you refuse to drive

And yet,
If she screams at you.
If she calls you names.
If she says she wishes
You were dead.
Do you stop?
Do you never speak to her
Do you lock your memories away?
Dig a hole for them
In your back yard.
Bury them.
So they never bother you

If you break your leg
While skiing down a mountain
In the ice and snow,
Do you stop?
Do you put your skis away,
Never touching them again?
Do you pretend
You never skied at all,
In all your days?

If you catch the flu
From caring for a friend
While they are sick,
And need someone’s help.
Someone to care for them.
Do you stop?
Do you never care
For any of your friends
Ever again?
Just because they’re ill.
And you might catch
What they’ve got?

If everyone you know
Abandons you.
Never speaks to you again.
Walks away
When they see you.
What do you do?
Do you stop?
Do you stop caring at all
For the people around you?
Do you stop making friends
With the people you see
Every day that your alive?

What do you do?

If you are depressed.
Feeling very blue.
Knowing there is nothing
You can do
To fix that
On your own.
Feeling like your life
Is all but over.
Feeling trapped
In the life you lead.
Wishing that the pain
Of your life
Would end.

What do you do?

If he turns one day.
And walks away.
“I’ll never speak to you again.”
And your feel as if your heart
Will never beat again.
As if the colors of the world
Have all been replaced
By shades of gray.
As if someone
Just impaled your soul
On a 10 foot metal stake.

What do you do?

Do you learn
To never love again?
Do you learn
To never feel again?
Do you learn to say,
“There’s nothing I can do?”
“I can’t get involved.”
“I’ll keep a safe distance
Away from you.
So I won’t get hurt too?”

If you bruise your ribs
Playing paint ball
With your friends.
And it hurts like hell.
For several days.
Makes it hard to breathe
Without feeling pain.

What do you do?
Do you tell everyone
You’re sorry.
But you’ll never join them
For another trip
To the paintball place?

Or do you know
That the bruises,
And the breaks.
The nicks,
And the dings.
The cuts
And the scrapes
Are all just part of life.
And you’re going
To have to deal with them.
Because bruises,
Breaks and nicks,
Dings and cuts
And scrapes
Are just going to happen.
And you can’t avoid them
No matter what you do?

So you deal with them.
And then go on with life.
Doing what you did
To get hurt in the first place.

If you understand that,
Then I have a question for you.

If life breaks your heart.
Tears your world apart.
Reduces you to tears
Of pain.

Do you stop?

Or do you take
The time it takes
For wounds to heal?

Because you know
Time heals

And sometimes
You just have to deal
With pain.