Missing Person

Mary was really starting to worry about her eldest son. She knew that he was an honorable teen (well, as honorable as a teen could be in this day and age where such things weren’t really thought of on a conscious level, unless you lived in Asia somewhere) but the fact that most of his time was spent in nocturnal activities for his new boss made her uneasy. She didn’t see him as much anymore, only caught him as he was on his way out the door, whether to work or school only depended on the time of day and whether or not it was a school day.

Mary missed her son and she knew that, though he would never admit it, Matt missed his older brother as well.

Of course, getting Matt to admit to such a thing was a course fraught with peril.

“Why would I want to hang out with that dweeb anyway, Mom?”

Mary smiled, “Because he’s your older brother. I remember when you used to toddle after him begging for his attention.”

Matt turned red, “That never happened!”

“And you dragged your little ducky blanket along with y-”

“NEVER! HAPPENED!”

Mary’s smile didn’t fade, though she did wish that Terrence was here as well to help her poke a little fun at her youngest.


Inspired by this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt.

Also, I’m really tired today.

Ringing Silence

The room was quiet and Mary sat staring out the window. The lights were out and her sons were asleep though she could hear the sounds of Terrence tossing and turning even from down the hall.

A small smile graced her mouth, he had never been a particularly quiet boy.

The smile faded just as easily as it had come, but he was far more guarded then ever before. He hadn’t been happy when his parents had separated. No one had been happy, but it had been necessary for the work that Warren was doing. Matthew hadn’t been happy either, but he hadn’t been as vocal about it as Terrence.

Terrence (Terry as he was more and more insisting on being called) was rather translucent about his feelings though Matt wasn’t far behind. This was the reason (other than their young ages) that the boys hadn’t been told about the plan. They were the children and they had responsible parents, parents who could conscience the idea of putting that kind of pressure on their sons.

They wished this hadn’t been necessary at all.

Mary shook her head, these thoughts wouldn’t help her. She looked down at the black clothing she was still wearing though her shoes had been placed by the door as always. It would be some time before she changed out of these clothes and into a pair of Warren’s sleep clothes, ones that he had left behind when he’d initially moved out.

It was eerie how little like him they smelled.

(She had only been wearing them every night since the separation had begun. The boys hadn’t known as she always went to bed after they did and woke long before they started to stir for the day.)

Once she had changed into the sleep clothes, she reached down to where a pocket in the pants would have been located, her hand seemed to disappear into a pocket though if anyone had looked closely (there was no one else in the bedroom) they would have realized that the pants had no pockets. Once her hand came back out, it was holding a simple golden band. It was larger than the one she still wore on her hand.

Mary slipped it over her thumb and spent the few hours she tried to sleep turning the large ring over and over with the fingers of her right hand.


Inspired by the words from this week’s prompt in Three Word Wednesday.

Temporary Release

Star smiled slightly, “It is very cathartic working things out this way.”

Solaris laughed, her face lighting up in a way that hadn’t been seen since before the war had started. The worry about her citizens and her Guardian were ever present in her countenance even after the war had concluded.

“My dear Star,” the woman called from across the chasm between them, her voice still easily heard by her opponent, “Throwing large amount of firepower at one another, especially when you’re far enough from anyone else to have those actions be risky!”

Star didn’t even pause as she launched a ray of pure light, UV rays and all, completely unfiltered, at her queen. Solaris didn’t bother dodging, accepting the energy behind the attack and absorbing it before releasing her own attack back and then dodging out of the way for any return fire.

Star wouldn’t have worried about the attack had it been like her own, pure energy focused, but it wasn’t. No, it had been a…

Well is was one of Solaris’s arrows, but not one of her normal ones, no, this one had been fortified and changed.

Star dodged.

And the arrow followed.

Star didn’t waste the time calling out to her queen, but she could hear Solaris’s reply anyway.

“Double Jeopardy, Star.” Solaris’s voice whispered as Star began to work out her frustrations anew on the Arrow.

Star didn’t lose the smile on her face. She hadn’t felt as free of her anger and fear in…

She didn’t bother figuring the answer to that out as she continued to take out her emotions on the almost Living Arrow that was her real opponent.

This wouldn’t last forever. They’d have to go back to the rest of the world soon enough, but for now, Star was free.


Written for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/06/3ww-ccclxxiv.html

Frolicking Crisis

She frolicked through the tall grass, chasing ducks and snakes and whatever else caught her fancy.

“Iris!”

The black cat continued to run about, enjoying her new-found freedom of playing in more than just the backyard.

“Iris!”

She didn’t even turn an ear to the voice calling her name. The outdoors were just too much fun! She was going to stall as long as possible before going home. Cotton, that old white and black grandma of a cat, went out for the whole day all the time and she was hardly ever called to come back sooner than she wanted!

(Iris completely ignored the fact that she was still very much a kitten in human and cat terms and that she had never been this far from home by herself. She was too busy griping about her mom calling her home earlier than she wanted to.)

Meanwhile, back at the house…

Iris’s mom and dad were really starting to worry. It had been more than five hours since anyone had seen their cat and both of them had lost other cats in much the same way. They had gone out one day and never come back. They couldn’t bare to lose Iris after not even having her for a full year yet.

Everyone ran around the house, the yard, the creek, looking for the missing cat. This was truly another Family Crisis.


Written for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/06/3ww-ccclxxii.html

Also, this happened to us yesterday. It was really hard on my sister and her husband because Iris is still very much a kitten. We finally found her playing near the creek… Which didn’t help as my sister was convinced that she’d fall in, be one of those few cats that can’t swim (family history has taught us that they do exist…for us at least) and fall into the creek and drown.

Her husband and I finally got her after dark and dragged her back into the house (man, but that can can wriggle!) I got a nice slice of one of my fingers taken off as a parting shot, but that cat is now in the house (and it time out apparently.)

My Lady Slumber

My but how you make me weak!
I don’t know whether to laugh aloud or
Shout my sorrows with a streak.
The absurdity of this situation
Really  brings a groan to my lips.
Even should I work to exhaustion,
Still you leave me breathless and
Sobbing for just one hour of sleep.
Why have you deserted me, My Lady Slumber?

Written for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/05/3ww-ccclxviii.html

Also, because I have run out of my sleeping medicine and am currently unable to refill. This is not going to be pretty…

Expect sleep-deprived insanity to show up often here.

EDIT: Oops, just realized I already did this specific prompt a few weeks ago… Ah well, still leaving this up. (See what I mean about the sleep-deprivation?)

Ignore previous edit. I’m just a chicken with it’s head cut off.

Communication? What is that?

Coming home from a long day of work,
Oh! Don’t forget that we have dinner plans!
Massive amounts of panic when finding out,
Maybe this ruin could have been avoided if the others had known?
Ultimately, we’re going to be late, but go we must.
Now don’t strain yourself too hard,
I don’t want you to overdo it and call over.
Come now, what do you take me for?
A child who doesn’t know how to keep an eye on themselves?
That wasn’t how I mean it, but now that you’ve said it…
I am going to pretend that you didn’t say that.
Oh don’t be such a baby! You’re fine!
Now are we going to continue this or get going?
I wouldn’t have let them go if you had let me now that there were plans in the making. This is why we need to have communication, woman!

Written for the Three Word Wednesday prompt that I’m trying out: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/05/3ww-ccclxix.html

Also, this is a conversation that I had with one of my sisters a few days ago when she came home from work and asked where the kids were. I’d let them go to another sister’s house earlier when their housework and homework was done (and another went to a church activity). She was like, “Why did you let them go? We were having dinner at David’s!” She had, of course, forgotten to let me know that or put it on the calendar. We made it, but we were late. Our brother-in-law was fine with that and we had a good evening anyway. There was food we were able to bring back for the others and we managed to get home about the same time as them anyway, so it all worked out in the end.