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Monday, May 27, 2013

My life will never be the same ...

My company for Memorial Day left this afternoon.  As soon as we had the house back in order, I jumped into the car to head for the grocery store ... the fridge needed replenishing.  At the first main intersection, I met a cop.  His car blocked the road, and he stood, looking bored, to the side of it.  He motioned me to a stop, allowed a car to pass from the other way, and then signaled for me to go.

As I turned, a large vehicle caught the corner of my eye.  It was an ambulance.  Checking my rear-view, I saw a mass of strobing red and blue lights clustered about a half mile down the main road.  Behind me came the ambulance, no flashing lights, no hurry. 

The thought came to me - someone's life has changed today.  Someone woke up this morning, went about their usual business, and in a few split seconds, without warning, their life changed. 

I know that feeling.  I think we've all had moments like that, even if it hasn't been due to an accident.  When your boyfriend breaks up with you, when you lose your job, when you find out you're expecting ... any number of things can change your life.  So let's hear about it.

Prompt:
A life changing experience
(Remember, it can be completely fictional, it doesn't have to be autobiographical.)

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My response:

"When will Mommy be home?" Janie asked plaintively.

Cami sighed, scooping the tiny child into her arms.  "She's just out to lunch with some friends, then she'll be back."  The wind scattered the stray hairs that had fallen out of Janie's ponytail, and they flew chaotically around her pale face.

"Let's go back inside!" Danielle whined.  "I want to play Monopoly!"

Cami pressed her lips together, studing the clouds.  It looked as if a massive locomotive had driven back and forth, spewing tall, dark clouds into the spring sky.  Janie and Danielle lived in an old neighborhood, and it was hard to see much over the towering ash trees.

Then the tornado siern split the air.

Cami swallowed hard.  Janie started crying, burying her head into cami's chest, small tears dripping down onto Cami's tank top.  "Alright, Danielle, we're going inside."

Cami resisted the urge to check her cell phone as she ushered Danielle into the house.  She pulled the heavy door closed behind her and locked it.  For an instant, she considered calling her own mom, but the responsible part of her knew she could still do that when she'd gotten the girls downstairs.

The basement stairs were narrow and steep, and now Danielle was crying, too.  "I don't want to play downstairs.  There's spiders down there!"  Janie sobbed harder, and Cami shifted her weight to her other arm. 

Cami scanned the basement, her eyes locking on the bathroom.  She'd babysat often enough over here to know that the downstairs basement sat dead in the middle of the house, with no windows.  She dumped Janie into the tub, then shoved Danielle in.  A pile of pillows and blankets lay next to the downstairs entertainment center, so Cami grabbed as much as her arms would carry and pulled a handful of pillows into the bathroom behind her.

Then she shut and locked the bathroom door and sank down on the floor.  Janie crawled out of the bathroom and latched herself to Cami's side.  Danielle pouted miserably on the floor.  Cami pulled out her cell phone.  No bars.  Only the muffled sound of the siern from above gave her any idea what to do.  Stay put.

The first few minutes passed slowly, with nothing for Cami to do but listen to the cries of the two little girls.  Then the roar of the wind grew louder, thundering above them so even the concrete slab beneath them vibrated and trembled.  Danielle gave up her pouting and burried her face in Cami's lap.

Cami prayed.

Slowly, the roar of the wind died, and Cami could again hear the soft cries of the girls.  Cami watched the time on her phone.  When an hour had passed, she carefully opened the bathroom door and peered out.  The basemet was still in one piece, but it looked as if a whole preschool full of kids had spent the afternoon tearing the place apart, and sunlight streamed in from above the staircase.

Cami took each of the girls by the hand and led them upwards.

3 comments:

  1. Jessica ran into the kitchen, opened the cookie jar, and breathed a sigh of relief. There were still some of her favorites left, oatmeal brownie. Reaching in, Jessica picked the two largest and only closed the lid after taking a bit from each one.

    Middle school was rough and Jessica felt she deserved some kind of sugary reward for surviving. Everyone else seemed to be confident, happy, smart. No one else seemed to feel the anxiety and fear that she did when she walked down the main hallway. Jessica couldn't seem to keep her homework assignments straight and always feared she had done the wrong problems, researched the wrong topic, wrote only two pages double spaced instead of five pages single spaced,or skipped an assignment completely.

    Glancing over at her slumping and forlorn backpack, Jessica knew she had homework, but what good would it to to try to do anything when she felt so overwhelmed? Ignoring the gnawing in her stomach, Jessica left her beckoning homework untouched and ran upstairs to her room.

    After shutting the door, Jessica ran toward and leaped onto her bed. It creaked and jiggled happily like an old grandmother welcoming her home. Jessica buried her face into her pillow. This was stupid. No amount of face burying was going to make her feel less anxious. There was only one thing to do...forget.

    Tubs full of toys, books, and figurines lined a shelf across from Jessica's bed. When she felt like playing, the world opened up to her. Talking animals, space expeditions, prince charmings wooing Cinderellas, or jungle adventures. Knights jousting, dinosaurs roaming, talking cars racing, or Robin Hood saving Maid Marian for the umpteenth time. It never got old. There was always something new to imagine no matter how old or how played with the toy. And imagination was the way Jessica left the world behind.

    What world would she open up now?

    Three large plastic horses of varying shades of pink and purple caught her eye. Jessica had to untangle the glittering mains and tails from other toys before removing them, but that was a small matter and done quickly enough. The blankets of her bed were suddenly in a heap, a hill. The pink sheets were suddenly green grass and blue water. The edge of the bed and sheer cliff and the smallest horse the daughter of the two larger.

    Jessica needed music. It always seemed more fun to pretend with music, and there were unexpected turns in the story when a song came on that didn't match what was going on. She flipped on her radio to a soft rock station and began her game. The sire horse quickly took a back seat, grazing calmly in the background as the dame horse and her teenage daughter fought about a boy horse the daughter liked.

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  2. A song Jessica had never heard came on the radio.

    For all those times you stood by me
    For all the truth that you made me see
    For all the joy you brought to my life
    For all the wrong that you made right

    The horses stopped fighting, and the mother started to sing.

    For every dream you made come true
    For all the love I found in you
    I'll be forever thankful baby

    Then the daughter began to sing

    You're the one who held me up
    Never let me fall
    You're the one who saw me through through it all

    The mother and daughter began singing back and forth, a heartfelt rendition of "Because you loved me" by Celine Dion.

    And then something happened. Suddenly, the mother had been attacked by a pack of wolves and was lying in a pool of blood, dying. Looking into the eyes of her only kin, the mother sang dramatically.

    You were my strength when I was weak
    You were my voice when I couldn't speak
    You were my eyes when I couldn't see
    You saw the best there was in me
    Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
    You gave me faith 'coz you believed
    I'm everything I am
    Because you loved me

    Then, sweetly and sadly, as her mother lay dying at her feet, the daughter replied.

    I'm everything I am
    Because you loved me

    And the mother drifted away. The song faded. Jessica was in tears, and an instant later, the life in all of her toys vanished. The door to her magical world had unintentionally been closed.

    Jessica stood and wiped away her tears. Knowing something had changed forever, Jessica carefully replaced the horses to their rightful bin and opened the door.

    Her new life awaited her, and right then it started with reality, with facing her fears. It started with homework.

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    1. Oh, sad! I'm torn between feeling proud of her for putting on her big girl panties and getting the job done ... but the loss of childhood ... how can you help but mourn that?! Lovely!

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