Loss of Balance

Finding a balance between her professional life, something that was necessary to pay the bills and take care of her sons, and her time spent with her sons was very difficult. On the one side, she wanted to bury herself in her work completely so that she didn’t have to think about the hole in her life that used to be filled by her husband. She wanted to keep her body moving so that her mind didn’t have time to think.

On the other hand, she didn’t want to lose anymore of her sons’ lives than she already had. She had missed months if not years of her eldest’s life. She knew that he still blamed her for the divorce between Warren and her. Mary had never been able to sit down and really talk it over with Terry and not talking about it had caused the rift to grow.

“Mary, let me help, you don’t have to work yourself to death for this.” 

“No, Alex,” Mary sighed over the phone, “I need to work, you know that more than anyone else.”

“Mary, you’re missing the best years of Matt’s life, you don’t want to make the same mistakes that you made with Terry.”

Mary drew in a breath of air sharply, but said nothing as she carefully closed the cell phone in her hand.

She wondered if she’d ever find the balance that she needed in this life or if, when it did come, it would ever be allowed to last.

“Alex, you don’t understand,” she whispered to herself, the phone sitting on the table beside her, “My kind are not allowed to do anything other than make mistakes.”

The sun was high in the sky as she looked out the window, the rays beating down on her with a harsh glare as if to remind her of what she was even if she was no longer who she had been.


This was a combination of two prompts: the Dungeon Prompt: Balance and the Art of Succeeding in an All or Nothing World by Sreejit and the Light and Shade Challenge for this first Monday of the month.

Second Person Wonderings

You often wonder at the words that people speak, saying that they would never allow such a thing to take place when they have not only allowed it, but actively sought to bring it about. How is this helping? Is there even a point to what they are doing? Why say one thing and then do another?

It is very confusing, but then again with the life that you have lived, you have grown used to such hypocrisy. You wonder if it will ever change, this need for society to espouse one thing and yet bring about the complete opposite.

In the end, you vow to do differently and teach your children differently and hope that the future is in better hands.

Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

–unknown


Another attempt at 2nd person POV which was inspired by the quote from the Light and Shade Challenge for this week.

Useless Instructions

“I can’t get this right!” I was tempted to pull my hair in frustration, but knew that would only make things worse.

“Was wong?”

I glanced over to my side and noticed my youngest nephew had leveraged himself up against my side on the bed and was looking at me with his huge brown eyes. I decided, ‘why not?’ and held the new flip phone out to the 20-month old.

“I can’t figure out how to work this thing.”

“Did yous wead the insructions?” he asked.

I held the little book up and nodded, “They didn’t help.”

“He’e wet me.”

I placed the just out of the box flip phone in his little chubby hand and patiently listened as he explained how to work the first cell phone that he had ever held to me.

Later I would blame my incompetence on the pain medication that I’d been prescribed after the surgery.


This little memory is brought to you by this week’s Light and Shade Challenge photo.

image: courtesy of freeimages.co.uk

 

Like A Teacher

Repeat your words
Even should you be glared at.
Don’t let their eyes warn you off
Until you have shared what 
Needed to be said.
Don’t forget that you
Are here for a reason.
Not because you wish them ill,
That would be a contradiction to yourself.
 
I repeat and repeat and repeat to them, as if they were small children needing to be constantly reminded.
 

Inspired by the third Monday challenge from Light and Shade Challenge.

Peace-Centered Chaos

The lake was calm which was strange because the wind was howling and the clouds surged across the sky.

But the water in front of him in the lake was as calm as a pond in an indoor zen garden.

No waves, no stirrings from beneath when the sky and land all around him was in constant turmoil.

He wondered what it said about him that there was this deep pool of motionless calm within his mindscape while the actual ‘scape all around him was in chaos.

“It is because you are chosen.”

He didn’t whirl around and demand who was there, that would be childish and more like one of his pathetic cousins.

“Yessss, this is why you are chosen.”

Again the voice was accompanied by a surge in feeling, like he could do no wrong.

The lake in front of him remained placid as the ground rumbled louder and the sky let loose a flash of lightning.

“Come with me, my child.”

He smiled as he faded from his own mindscape, the lake finally showing movement if only in changing from the peaceful color of deep blue to a grey more associated with the smog-filled pollution of an enclosed valley.

He had a Mother to save.


Inspired by the picture for this last week’s Light and Shade Challenge picture prompt.

image: courtesy of freeimages.co.uk

 

Beams in Place

The house went up slowly, the beams being placed in the exact position they would have been should the original house have never gone up in flames. The windows put in looked the same as the ones that had been shattered or warped by the heat, but they were far more energy efficient. Everything about the house looked the same way it had looked when she’d been growing up, but made with better materials wherever able.

“If you’re going to do something and you can then you should do it well.”

That was something that her father had always said. She had taken it to heart for more than just her own life choices. She had gone through college, given everything she had, which was only what she had on her towards making a better life for herself and any family that she might have later in her life.

As she gazed up at the house that she had rebuilt using the money she had earned with her degree. She placed a hand on her slightly swelling belly and smiled up at her husband as he waved down from the roof where he was assisting in putting new shingles on.


This is a little sequel thing to Rebuilding the Ruins that I wrote at the end of November. It was inspired by this week’s Light and Shade Challenge picture.

Rebuilding the Ruins

It was a beautiful place, the green of the forest cradling the charred remains of the house, the steel beams that would have held it up under the worst of earthquakes still standing. The birds were chirping quietly overhead and there were squirrels and other wildlife moving through the ruins.

She looked up at it and remembered the laughter of the people who had lived there. The sound of children wrestling in the backyard and the smell of the food being cooked in the kitchen.

“You’re gone now, I have accepted it,” she whispered to the trees, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t rebuild.”

image: courtesy of Wikipedia Commons, taken by Johann H. Addicks – addicks@gmx.net used under the Creative Commons Agreement

Inspired by the Light and Shade Challenge.

 

Stratosphere Contemplations

She gazed below as the ground continued to move underneath her. She was high up in the atmosphere, mostly in the outer reaches of the Earth’s gravitational pull and yet still close enough to see as the planet turned.

‘It is so beautiful. I can see why my queen would do everything she could to protect this place.’

It was a view that she had seen millions of times throughout her life and it was likely that it would continue to be one that she sought during those times when she wanted to be alone. There were very few that could reach this height and not require some kind of equipment to either give them air or hold their position. She did both effortlessly and without much thought.

This wasn’t the first time she had sought this refuge since her sister was sent away and it wouldn’t be the last time either, but each time she came here, she was less melancholy and less prone to depression.

This was a very good thing. For someone with her abilities and responsibilities falling into a depression wasn’t just disastrous for herself, but for millions of other lives that not only depended on her to defend them, but for the generations that would come after. When someone, anyone fell into depression they lost track of time. She couldn’t afford to do something like that when what were months or years to others were centuries to her.

‘Maybe I should go on a short tour of our galactic region as Solaris has suggested. It would do me good to be away from the last place my sister and I were together on.’

With her mind made up, Star gave one last look down at the mountain range below before jetting off through the atmosphere back to her queen’s current abode.

image: courtesy of Wikipedia Commons taken by Bjoertvedt and used under the Creative Commons Agreement

 


Inspired by the current Light and Shade Challenge.

Don’t Hide In the Harbor

How can I go on without reaching out
And never stretching to the top of my toes.
Right now I can’t stay huddled,
Buried in a pile of cotton to keep the cold away.
Only when I step out and feel the wind on my face,
Realizing that without risk there would be no gain.
 

Little something inspired by the third Monday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

A ship in port is safe, but that’s not what ships are built for.
–Grace Murray Hopper

It’s Coming

image: courtesy of freeimages.co.uk

 
Decisions can come all over the place
Even when you think they’re not in your face.
Can’t put it off too long because that is a choice too.
It is something that you will have to do.
Don’t put it on someone else
Especially if you put them on a shelf.
 
You won’t grow if you don’t learn what you should know.
 

Inspired by two things, the Light and Shade Challenge and my sister’s youngest boy. He’s more than a bit indecisive.