#JustJoJan Day 7 & #LyricalFictonFriday – Indelible Marks

My world has changed.

All I see are the four walls surrounding me and they grow closer every second.  I shiver, and the loneliness and dread emanate from me in waves of dark shadows.  How did I get here?  Is there any way out?  As much as I long to escape, I’m unable to move.  My body is heavy and I sink into the ground.

I drift in and out, my eyes opening and closing in languid consistency.

Someone stands above me.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

His voice comes from far away and I try to answer, but my eyes close again. When they drift open, I’m alone.  Where am I?  How do I escape?

The thoughts swirl around my head, chasing each other across my drifting vision.  I reach out to catch them but my hand closes around nothing.

He’s back with the same question.

My mouth moves, but no sound comes out, so I shake my head.

“Do you remember what happened?

A bright light shatters my vision and I’m falling into darkness.


Someone is screaming.

I look in all directions and finally see some light coming in through a window.  The screaming voice is coming from a girl kneeling by the window, rocking back and forth. I move closer and realize the window is shattered and the glass covers the ground.  I’m closer now.  I see a piece of glass in her hand and she’s covered in blood.

“Hey, stop doing that!”  I reach forward to grab the glass.

She looks up at me and my world shatters.


My eyes open and I’m back in the room with the four walls.  I feel tears falling from my eyes, dripping down my neck.  I lift my arms to wipe them away and I finally see.  Bandages cover both my arms but my memory has returned.  Before the bandages covered them, I remember making each cut with precise dread; indelible marks that can never be forgotten.

When the man returns, I answer his question with resigned futility.

#LyricalFictionFriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. The lyric prompt she chose was: I’m living in an empty room, with all the windows smashed…” from the song Walking on Broken Glass by Annie Lennox.

Just Jot It January is hosted by Linda G. HillThe word prompt for today is “indelible” brought to us by Ruth at Image and Word.

#1MinFiction – Sammy’s First Christmas

I run in the house and make a bee-line for Mom.  She’s standing in the middle of the room and I almost knock her over in my enthusiasm.  She laughs, which encourages me to jump up and lap my tongue against her face.

“Sammy, down!”

I plop down and glance back up just to make sure she isn’t really mad.  It’s then I notice the smell.  It’s the woods, but it’s in the house.  I glance up at Mom and turn my head to the side, confused.

“What is it, Sammy?”

I start following the smell and finally find it.  What are the woods doing in the house?

“It’s the Christmas tree.  What do you think, girl?”

I sniff and continue moving closer and closer.  I try to resist, but honestly, the humans must know what happens in the woods.  My leg lifts.

“Sammy!  No!”

#1MinFiction is brought to us by Nortina at Lovely Curses.  Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.

Admission time… this was not written in one minute.  I think I need more practice in order to do it, but I did try and will keep trying.

For other Sammy stories, click here.

#LyricalFictonFriday – Whisper My Name

Her parting words resonated through Blake’s head as he boarded his flight.  He was expecting hurt and pain and a lot of pleading, but that didn’t happen.  When he told her he was leaving, she’d sat in perfect silence, staring at her hands.  He bumbled through the words he’d rehearsed over and over again, repeating things he’d already said until he fell silent as well.

He’d realized then that he should have left in the middle of the night like all the rest.  He’d almost done it, but he’d changed his mind at the last minute.  He was hoping that everything they’d shared would be enough.

They’d sat in silence for what seemed like hours, until she finally lifted her head.  With one tear slowing trailing its way down her cheek, she whispered, “You won’t live long enough to regret this.”

Even though he should have expected it, he was still shocked.  “You will always have a place in my heart, Elsa, and I wish nothing but the best for you.  I’m truly sorry it had to end this way.”

The only response he’d received was a slight nod, but her eyes spoke volumes.  They glittered with unshed tears and a hardness that he’d seen plenty of times before, but never directed at him.

He felt some relief once he was settled on the plane.  He watched with anticipation as it lifted off the runway.  He should have felt free, but a chill slowly crept up his spine and he shivered.  He bent down and pulled a small blanket out of his pack.  He pulled it up over his shoulders and leaned his chair back.  He needed to try and get some sleep before landing.


It was cold and dark.  He tried to raise his hand, but the blanket was too heavy. He turned his head, trying to find a light, but there was only darkness.


He lurched from the sound and tried to move again, but it was no use.


It was closer now.  Sweat dripped down his face, but he was shivering from cold and fear.


The scream shattered the air and he felt something sharp and hard slam into his chest.  He tried to scream, but realized he couldn’t breathe.  His whole body lurched again, trying to breathe, to move, to live; but it was no use.  He was falling.


“Sir, are you okay?”

Someone was shaking him and he somehow managed to drag himself from the pit.  He slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.  Two seconds later, he was yelling from the pain.

“Sir, what happened?  Are you hurt?”

He yanked his shirt up to see where the pain was coming from.  His chest was black and blue.  “What the hell?”

“We’re going to be landing soon.  Are you alright?”

He looked up at the flight attendant and shook his head.  His thoughts were racing so fast, he couldn’t form words, and the pain was getting worse.  He closed his eyes to try and escape the terror.  Elsa’s face appeared in front of him, still whispering his name.

The tightness in his chest grew with each whisper until it finally exploded and he succumbed to the darkness.

#LyricalFictionFriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. The lyric prompt she chose was: I’m locked and loaded…completely focused…my mind is open…” from the song Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande.

I’m so excited to have a day off.  I’m even more excited that I actually wrote something, and I’m planning to be a whole lot more present on the blog from here on out.  I hope you’re ready! 🙂

Happy Friday everyone!

#MarquessaChallenge – The Runaway

Rodney walked under the overpass and was immediately struck by the smell; too many unwashed bodies too close together. The slight chill that had formed once the sun set wasn’t helping either, but he knew he had to keep going. He’d finally found someone who recognized Jamie’s picture and they had directed him here. He couldn’t help feeling that he’d finally found her, but he’d felt that way before so it was hard to really know.

He walked past a barrel spurting flames near the outstretched hands of four people covered in layers of clothing. He glanced from side to side at the bodies lying on each side of the small walkway, some of them huddling in threadbare blankets and some taking cover under cardboard boxes.

He was almost near the back when he finally spotted her. Could it be? He hunched down in front of her, almost daring to hope.

“Jamie, is that you?”

She was staring off into space, but at the sound of his voice her eyes shifted slightly and met his.

“Jamie! Oh my God. I can’t believe it!”

He grabbed her limp body and hugged her as hard as he dared. Her hair was a tangled mop surrounding a face that looked like it hadn’t been washed in days. Her cheek bones were more prominent than they used to be and her eyes looked sunken and hollow. There wasn’t much left of the girl who’d run away almost a year ago.

“Rodney?” He watched as tears came to her eyes, but instead of sinking into his embrace, she pulled back. “Why are you here?  Go away.”

“Jamie, I’ve come to take you home.”

“I can’t. Please…” She covered her face with her hands.

Rodney gently pulled her hands away from her face and looked deep into her eyes. “I love you, Sis. It doesn’t matter where you’ve been or what’s happened. Take it from your older brother; home is always a good idea.”

“Home.” She made the word sound foreign, almost as if she’d forgotten. “I don’t think I can face them, Rod.”

“I’m here now. We’ll do it together.”

He helped her to her feet, but she was so weak, she immediately started to collapse. In one quick motion, he grabbed her legs and picked her up. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on tight as he carried her to his car and the promise of home.

#fictionfriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. The lyric prompt she chose was: “I’ve been all around the world and as a matter of fact, there’s only one place left I wanna go…”

#MarquessaChallenge – The Other

I stare at myself in the mirror. It confirms what I already know. I look like shit. Not enough sleep last night. I should have ignored his text.

I turn on the faucet and lean down to splash water on my face. It doesn’t help.

I look back in the mirror and my breath catches in my throat.

“Miss me?” The face in the mirror smiles back at me.

“What do you want?” I grab a towel and start drying off my face.

“I thought we’d decided you weren’t going to see him again.”

Rolling my eyes, I throw the towel in the sink. Having my mistakes thrown in my face isn’t helpful. “We did, but…”

“What sob story did he tell you this time?”

I keep silent because I know it doesn’t matter.

“Cat got your tongue?”

More silence.

“He’s no good and the sooner you realize that you deserve better, the happier we’ll both be.”

“Look, I don’t need a lecture from you. Besides, if you hate it so much, why didn’t you show up last night?”

As I stare at the face in the mirror, it slowly disappears.


The closer I get to his door, the more my feet drag. It’s a mistake. It always is, but somehow I can’t stop myself and before I know it, I’m ringing the doorbell.

He answers on the second ring, and he’s just as glorious as he always is. His lazy smile makes my heart thud. “Thanks for coming. I knew I could count on you.”

“I really can’t stay. You said it was important?”

Just as the words leave my mouth, he grabs me and pulls me close. Before I can say another word, he is kissing me and his hands are everywhere. As always, I melt and we stumble into his apartment. He slams the door with one hand, while the other starts to unbutton my shirt.

Is this really what I want? I pull back to stare at him, but he doesn’t miss a beat.

“I missed you.”

It has the effect I’m sure he was looking for. I start to lean back in, but another, louder voice in my head starts to scream and suddenly the world turns upside down. My ears start ringing and I’m falling into darkness.

When I open my eyes, I see the face from the mirror hovering over me.

“He isn’t good for us! It’s time someone took care of this, since you seem to be so inept!”

I can’t seem to speak or think so I cower in the darkness. Through a tiny pin-hole in front of me, I watch as she slaps him in the face and walks out.

#fictionfriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. Today’s lyric prompt is: “Don’t pick up the phone. You know that he’s only calling because he’s drunk and alone.”

I’m pretty late in posting this, but I’ve been struggling with some health issues this week. Normally, when I’m struggling this much, I just skip the challenge, but I’d already thought of the idea, I just had to write it out. This time, I’m happy I did. Thanks for the inspiration, Marquessa!

#MarquessaChallenge – Coming Home

As soon as I was in the car and heading to work, I dialed Jane’s number.

“Hey Lila, what’s up?”

“I dreamed about him again.”

“Really? That’s so weird! And you swear you’ve never met this person?”

“I swear! It’s crazy, right? I’m starting to think it really is just a stupid dream and it doesn’t mean anything except maybe the two shots of vodka I had last night.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been dreaming about him since you were a kid. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?

“When I was sixteen and stupid, I sure thought so, but now I just don’t know.”


I could hear the music the second I got out of the car and it made me feel even more miserable. All I wanted was a glass of wine, a bath and a book, but Jane was so excited about her new house, I just couldn’t let her down.

She opened the door before I could even knock and dragged me inside. “God, it’s good to see you. These people are so boring!”

“I thought these people were your friends…” Laughing, I let her drag me into the kitchen where the noise wasn’t quite as bad.

“They’re Roger’s friends. Some of the new neighbors have shown up too. What do you want to drink?”

“Red wine?”

She gave me a look but proceeded to open up a bottle. I set her gift on the table and headed toward her bedroom to drop my purse.

“Excuse me, could you…?”

I turned at the sound of the man’s voice behind me and gasped. My heart started fluttering in my chest and my mouth went dry. Was it possible?

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Good for me, a coherent sentence. There was no way to keep my voice from shaking, though.

“I was going to ask where the restroom was, but… Have we met?” He looked almost as dumbfounded as I felt.

“No, I don’t think so, but…” I let my voice trail off because what I was going to say was ridiculous.

He smiled and reached out his hand. “I’m Matt.”

Smiling and shaking, I reached out my hand and gently laid it in his. “I’m Lila.”

The second our eyes locked and our skin touched, I knew I’d finally come home.

#fictionfriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. Today’s lyric prompt is: “In your eyes I’ve found the missing pieces.”

I have to say that it was a nice change to write a cheesy love story for once.  Thanks again for the prompt, Marquessa!

#MarquessaChallenge – The Awful Truth

Riley’s heart was beating so fast she feared the sound was resonating through the room. She burrowed deeper into the covers even though sweat was dripping down the back of her neck. She could hear his footsteps coming down the hallway and even though she was anticipating his arrival, it still sent shivers down her spine. She didn’t realize she’d been holding onto the hope that it was all just a big mistake. She wanted to believe Sam, knew she should believe her, but she also knew that sometimes kids played make-believe.

She heard him pause at the bedroom door and then heard it slowly opening. He hadn’t turned on the hallway light, but her eyes had already grown accustomed to the darkness in the room.

“Sam, are you awake,” he whispered?

Riley’s stomach turned and bile rose in her throat.

“Baby girl, it’s Daddy. It’s time to play our little game.” As he spoke, she heard his feet rustling on the carpet and saw his shadow moving closer and closer to the bed. She watched in sick fascination as he leaned down and slowly started to pull the covers back.

“What the hell?” He stepped back, but she was already climbing out of the bed with a gun aimed somewhere in the center of his body. “Riley! Sweetie, I can expl…”

The sound of the gun reverberated through the room over and over again until she clicked for what seemed liked the thousandth time and no more bullets came out. Finally, the only sound that remained was the ringing in her ears and the ragged gurgling of her husband’s dying breath.

#fictionfriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. Today’s lyric prompt is:  “Payback is a bad bitch…”

#MarquessaChallenge – After All These Years

Aaden locked up the truck, flung his bag over his shoulder and walked in the house.  Every time he went on a long haul, he expected to feel comforted when he finally made it home.  The first few times had felt like a blissful reunion, but after five years of driving, he felt like an alien when he walked in the door.

He found them watching a movie in the living room.  Anna was cuddled on the couch with Rachael, and Brady was curled in the recliner.

Anna turned when she heard his approach. “I didn’t know you’d be home tonight.”

“I didn’t either. The roads were relatively clear, so I was able to haul ass.”  He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.  It was only then he realized that both kids were asleep.  “Do you want me to carry them to their beds?”

“That would be great.”

As he was settling the kids, his thoughts returned to Quinn.  He never went very long without thinking of her, and on the road he allowed his thoughts to run wild. I wonder what she’s doing now.  Does she remember me?

Thoughts of her long red hair and lithe body always made his breath catch in his throat.  How was it possible to still feel this way after so many years, especially about a childhood crush?  Regret consumed him when he thought of how he’d chickened out and never told her how he felt.  The one kiss he’d stolen when they were eight years old in her parent’s front yard was all he really had, which was truly pathetic.

After settling his kids into bed, he went into the bedroom he shared with his wife.  He knew she would stay in the living until her movie was finished, so he had time.  While he was driving, he’d come up with a plan to reach out to Quinn.  It was risky as hell, but if anything, he just wanted closure.  Yeah right, he thought.  Who am I kidding?

Opening his laptop with clammy hands that were shaking uncontrollably, he clicked on the search engine and logged onto Facebook.

#fictionfriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. Today’s lyric prompt is: “Everytime I think of you, I always catch my breath.”