Red Writing Hood: The Secret

The two women sat in silence as they shared their dessert, forks clinking as they scraped the last pieces of cheesecake from plate.  Almost over.  It hung in the air, a sickening, almost suffocating fog.

One subconsciously touched her cheekbone, thinking about the bruises she spent a half hour meticulously covering before the outing, and it didn’t escape the notice of the other.

No words were necessary.  They both knew.  The conversation was so familiar that they skipped it now, but it still played on silently in their minds.

The plate sat completely empty, waters gone, check paid.  For a brief moment they made real eye contact, storm clouds engaging blue skies.  It was too much to bear.

Goodbyes were said.  Hugs were given.  Promises made to see each other soon.

Hopefully.

Each escaped to the solitude of their cars and prayed.  

One prayed for strength, change for her husband, and a way out. 

 

The other prayed simply to see her friend alive again…physically, spiritually, and emotionally.

“Please give her back to me…alive.”

This post is part of a writing link up with Write on Edge.  This weeks prompt was a tiny poem by Robert Frost titled, "The Secret Sits."

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

We were given 450 words, but I only used 173.  I don't necessarily think that's a good thing.  It's the one thing that keeps me from true fiction/novel writing.  I'm not one to draw it out.  Nevertheless, we're all give different talents and abilities.  I simply feel that by participating in the writing prompts I'm developing the talent I was given...mourning the fact that I don't have the gifts someone else possesses seems to be an awful waste of the ones I've been given.  Have a great weekend everyone!!!

 

 

Red Writing Hood: Freedom

It's time for another link up with Write On Edge.  This week's prompt was "freedom."  I've found that I really like doing these.  They make me think outside my box.  I don't really write fiction...well, I haven't tried in a while anyway...but these serve as a way for me to take a word or a phrase and interpret them any way I choose.  Ya never know, maybe I'll even flex my fiction muscle again someday. ;)

Freedom is…

…alone in the house singing at the top of my lungs to God, the dog, the universe, and anything else that won’t judge me.

…sparklers, red, white, and blue, and apple pie.

…bought with lives of men and women who sacrifice and bleed for it, believing that it makes a difference because it does.

...twirling in the buttercups with my head to the sun and a song in my heart.

…laying it all down at the altar with gushing tears and sore knees.

…the careless laughter of my children ringing in my ears that makes my heart swell and fills me with joy inexplicable.

…knowing the spell is broken and my heart is free to love the one who loves me back…my one and only.

…ring around the roses, red rover red rover, and tag you’re it.

…knowing I’m covered by the greatest sacrifice ever made.

…windows down, sunshine beaming, wind-tangled hair, radio blaring, and diamonds on the water.

…love…unashamed, untamed, untimely, uninhibited, and unbridled love.

Happy Friday everyone!!