So, somewhere out there in time a blogger devised the 30 Day Song Challenge. While I tried to track down the source to link to them, I failed, mostly because when I got to October I quit. Oops. She so didn’t persevere. 😉 Regardless, hey, a song challenge and me? I am so there. By the way, if you know who the blogger is and can inform me so that I can link back and give them due credit, I’d much appreciate it! Continue reading
First off, I have so many new followers lately and I’ve been remiss in visiting your blogs so I’ll try to catch up. But I want to thank you for following! Thank you!
I wrote up a blog post about this week, which has sincerely been the week of CRAZY, but I felt like it was a downer and I’ve pasted it in Word and may revisit it at some point. Continue reading
Cradle Broken Glass
I flop down in the sand. I’m not dressed for it. I had no intention of driving here, not when I got behind the wheel, but somehow, here is where I ended up.
# 17 and the finale
Did I Say That I Want You?
That weekend was a gift that disappeared too quickly. Back in DC, I use all of my free time to fill in applications online. I’ve found an apartment, which, although on the small side, will suit me. While I hope that Steve will be part of my new life in Virginia Beach, I’m not taking it for granted, or sharing the news with him just yet because why disappoint him?
If we were having coffee right now, firstly I’d never go to sleep. It’s 1:00 am. But let’s pretend, nevertheless.
We have done a dance. Eyes meeting eyes. Smiles exchanged. I sang a tune, Pearl Jam to be exact. And he whistled, Soundgarden, to be exact.
Ah, another luscious unique cup of latte thanks to Mrs. Eldridge and the trusty Keurig. We share pleasantries and then she leaves.
I sit there a moment, watching people pass by. I watch through the door that Mrs. Eldridge has left open. I glance around the interrogation room, wondering if someone is watching me. Is this a test? If it is, I’m about to fail because I don’t even think twice about my next move.
Standing, I straighten my shoulders and grab my Styrofoam cup of goodness and walk through the door as if l have every right to be leaving through the door. I walk down the hallway.
“Hey, Annie,” says my old schoolmate Hugh, who’s now a deputy. “Very sorry about Ry.”
I clutch the hand he extends. “Aw, thanks, Hugh. Give my love to Tiffany.”
Another hallway and then the front door where sun shines through the large glass panes. I keep walking, expecting to feel a large hand grip my shoulder. What’s it they always say about confidence? Act like you have it and no one will question you?
As I open the door, I half expect some alarm to go off, but nothing does. A cursory glance around shows no one paying attention to me as my pace picks up and I dart around the corner of the Sheriff’s office toward Lakeland Park and the woods.
I go to the swing and sit on it, sip my coffee and watch as about fifteen minutes later suddenly a few deputies spill out of the office and tear along the street. No one looks toward the swings, not even Linc, who stands tall and capable among them, recognizable even from this distance. For just a moment he does glance my way and my heart stutters because I’m sure there’s hell to pay for a jail break. Is that what this is? I didn’t break anything. Oh, I hope poor Mrs. Eldridge won’t get into trouble for this.
But really, I had no choice, did I? Who better to save me than me?
My daddy always called me the tenacious one. I don’t think it was a compliment because he said it when I wouldn’t leave a topic alone. So, call me tenacious but this really is one of those times, I won’t back down.
end 4/9/ 2017