Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
At the end of this post, you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
pumpkin ~ scary ~ witch ~ Christmas Tree ~ bunny
They were submitted by: https://cognitivescript.blogspot.com/
Fifteen long months ago I started writing a story about a woman who had yet to recognize her own strengths. Over the months she’s come to terms with a cheating husband, put the town busybody in her place, became a single mother to two small children all while trying to build a career. Sound familiar? She’s you. She’s me, She’s all of us who have had to overcome huge obstacles to build the life we want. Whether you’re a stay at home warrior or a corporate champion we’re all the same on the inside. I hope the story of Marianne inspires you to push your self in ways you had never thought possible. I hope this story encourages you to chase down your dreams. I also hope it compels you to stand up and be counted for, when it’s important. Please vote in November.
Marianne pulled on the thick chain for the thousandth time over the last week. She had gone over each rusted link looking for that one weak spot that would allow her to finally be free with no success. She had managed to break a corner of the burlap that was nailed along the east wall of the stall that was her prison. It hadn’t brought much in the way of help, but it did allow her to see more of the barn where she was being kept.
It looks as if it had been years since anyone had been in here. She could see an old Christmass tree, plastic pumpkins, a pink bunny and a witch that had probably been scary in her better days. She heard the sound of a car approaching but she recognized the sound of the leaky muffler. It was her. Debbie, the woman who wasn’t happy enough to steal her husband she wanted her life as well. Well, she’s not going to get it, she thought to herself as she pushed the burlap back into place and sat back against it. She wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of screaming and yelling for help.
She decided right then and there, she would not die in this dilapidated old barn. She was going to take her life back one way or another. She had to bide her time and watch for any chance of escape and when it came she would be ready. She had been exercising as much as possible considering the thick heavy chain. She had to keep up her strength so when the time came she’d be ready to go.
“Wakey, Wakey Miss American Pie,” she said as she slid back the creaky door. “Time to rise and shine…well, I guess technically you’re not able to rise. And really you’re no longer very shiny, actually, you’re getting pretty stinky but no one cares.” She threw a bottle of water and a cold hard biscuit on the floor. “Here’s breakfast in bed.” She said laughing at her own joke.
“Poor Jimmy, he was so upset, crying in his beer for his pretty, little Marianne. Don’t you worry about him though, I took him home and consoled him all night long.
“You can have him, Debbie. I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole after being with you. Just let me go and you two can go live your lives and leave me the hell alone!” Marianne said for the umpteenth time.
“Oh, if it were only that easy. See I’ve been thinking about this and the only way that Jimmy can truly be mine is if you were gone forever. Heck, he’s already getting over you and you’ve only been gone a week, just imagine how much he’d love me in six months!” Debbie gloated.
“I’m the mother of his children, he’s never going to forget about that,” Marianne said tired of trying not to antagonize her. “You’ll always know that he loved me more than he could ever love you.”
“Don’t say that!” Debbie screamed, “he will love me. Who cares about those little brats you birthed. Your mom and dad can have them. I ain’t got no time to wipe noses. We’ll blow this hell hole and hit the open road just me and him”
“Are you kidding? He will want the children by his side as they grieve for me. He’ll probably be so heartbroken he’ll never fall in love again.” Marianne said. “You’ll never be able to fill my shoes. Hell, you can’t even fill my bra!”
Debbie took off across the stall anger propelling her the short distance. Marianne was ready for it. She had timed it just right. She jumped up at the exact same time and rammed her head up under Debbie’s chin. She fell back like a rag doll, but Marianne knew she couldn’t let up for a second. She pounded and pounded until she knew that Debbie was out cold.
She took just a second to look at her shaking hands before she got to work searching Debbie’s pockets for the keys that would unlock the chain that had kept her from her kids for the last 7 days. The relief she felt on her ankle was immediate. She rubbed the circle of raw, bleeding skin and then she was up and out of the stall. She took one last look at Debbie before leaving that barn forever.
She jumped into Debbie’s rickety old car and took off down the road. She knew exactly where she was at. She couldn’t wait to put her arms around her kids again, and her momma and dad. She had missed them so much. She had missed Michael too and she couldn’t wait to tell him how she felt. She loved him and wanted to build a life with him.
Thirty minutes later she was pulling into her parent’s driveway blowing the horn the whole way. There was a Deputy on the front porch and her family had come running to the door. When they saw that it was their Marianne the all started to scream and cry, but none got to her faster than Michael. He swung her in the air and whispered, “I never want another day away from you.” Before she could answer the rest of her family was falling all over her with gratitude over her safe return.
After she gave the police the information they needed, grabbed a much needed hot shower, and a warm meal she sat down to tell her family all that had happened over the last week. Who had taken her and why, although she had saved that part for the adults only. Jimmy would always be the father of her children, but he was no longer the love of her life.
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://www.bakinginatornado.com
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
The Bergham Chronicles https://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
The Blogging 911 https://theblogging911.com/blog
Cognitive Script https://cognitivescript.blogspot.com/
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