The Little Ties

It was certainly one of her favorite holidays even if more people didn’t really consider it a holiday at all.

Mary smiled as she twirled around in her ‘costume.’

No one had to know that she’d made it to look exactly like what her sister had worn during the War.


Little Time Left

She’s traveled far, her shoes long since worn out and her coat in tatters. Her hair was matted and dirty, stray leaves and even a few twigs caught in the mess. Her face, once fair and almost translucent was smudged with dirt and sun-burned.

She hugged the small swaddled form in her arms closer to her chest and was grateful that the infant was a deep sleeper once more.

She didn’t know if she’d be able to do this if her young one had been awake.

But maybe she’d have been able to push forward anyway. She had learned that she could be strong when she had to be even if Marin had never believed it of her in the past.

Illiana did not sigh, she didn’t have the breath for it.

She only had until the new moon to finish her preparations before her time was up.

The village ahead was a welcome sight and not just because of the threatening clouds overhead. Illiana hurried to  the small house that she recognized from so many years in the past and prayed that her dear friend was still living. The door creeped open and Illiana did sigh this time, though in relief.


The older woman on the other side looked surprised. “Illiana, what are you doing here?”

Illiana tightened her hands on the bundle in her arms before asking quietly if she could enter.

Marin didn’t respond, just stood back and held the wooden door open. The downtrodden woman on the outside hurried in, but didn’t accept the mug of warm tea or anything else. She simply held the bundle out to her old friend and said nothing until the woman took the child and peered down at his sleeping face.

“He’s gorgeous, Illiana.” Marin cooed before glancing up to where her friend was.

Only to see nothing, no sign other than the baby that Illiana had ever been there.

This was supposed to go somewhere else, but once it was written it was written…

This was written for the Annual Spooky Writing Challenge.

Moved – Thankful Thursday

I’ve said before how grateful I am for when we moved out to the farm several times and for differing reasons. Yesterday I got a new one, but it’s one that, while incredibly relieving, is also one that I hadn’t wanted.

My sister emailed me a link yesterday to a news article. After reading it, I just kind of sat and didn’t think about it. Now, it’s something that I’m having trouble not thinking about if I am sitting still and not actively doing something.

There was a shooting at a middle school in the next valley over.

A valley that I used to live in.

At a school that all three of my sister’s children would have been at if we hadn’t moved.

There’s only one person who was shot and the article states that the injured student is stable and that he made it through surgery all right.

I’ve been at a school where a student brought a weapon and we went into lockdown. I’ve been evacuated from my high school because there was a bomb threat. I’ve had a robbery happen across the street at another school and had it go into lockdown.

This was so much more frightening.

So I am grateful that we moved. So incredibly grateful. Because the thought of any of my sister’s kids being there fills me with such terror that I’m having trouble even writing this out.

I can but pray for those still there.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (Hopefully it will cheer us up. Now I must go do something to keep my brain from cycling about this.)

Phone Call – One-Liner Wednesday

Don’t you just love it when someone you’ve been waiting to get into contact with finally texts, but for some reason your phone won’t text back, or call and your landline won’t dial out to that ONE NUMBER, but will to everything else under the sun?

It’s been that kind of week.

Check out the original One-Liner Wednesday.