First Line Friday: June 18

First Line Friday

The café began to feel like her only real home. Carrie looked out at the lights as they blinked on the sign, Lou & Rachel’s Café. The pain and fear were still very real. She glanced down at the ugly scar that snaked across her left forearm and down her hand.

“Your awfully quiet tonight,” said Rachel. “You okay?” Rachel was well aware of what this day was. It had been six years to the day that her sister’s family had been in a horrific accident with Carrie being the only survivor of six in her family and two teenage boys whose car exploded upon impact.

“I am old enough now to have processed what happened and begin to heal from it. But I can still see in it my mind, hear the screaming of tires, the breaking of glass and that horrid smell of burning flesh. Will I ever be fully healed? I sometimes wish I had died as well so I don’t have these memories.”

“Emotional and psychological healing takes an infinitely longer time and in some cases you just learn to live with the memories by pushing them out of your mind. You will get better. What does your therapist say?”

“She is pleased with how well I have done so far but she knows there is still a lot more healing to do. Thank you for taking me in. I cant imagine doing this alone.”

“Have you thought any more about the community college?”

“Some. My therapist is good friends with the Dean of the College, so they understand my situation. Due to my injuries, I may never be able to play the violin again but I could teach. I just don’t know if that is enough or even a wise thing to do. Or do I really want that?”

“Well, as I am sure what others have told you is that at least you could be back in music. But I fully understand if that is not enough or if its is too hard to separate from what you wanted for your life. I will be here to support whatever you need.”

“It’s funny but the love and warmth of this little café has helped me heal better than I think anything else could have.”

“That is because of the love of this little town. They loved your family and only want the best for you. They too will support any decision you make. You have a lot of love here. Plus they are always here for my cherry pie. It is to good to be true,” she chuckled.

“You are right about that,” she chuckled herself. “I know the love of this town. I can feel it. I just got to get a direction.”

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. It will happen when its time. Just breathe.”

Carrie smiled at her aunt as he walked back into the kitchen. She knew the love here was strong and was so thankful for the café being her new home.

Thank to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for a fun prompt for Fridays. Come play along and share your creativity with us.

And as always, I remind all to be kind. Its a amazing tool to help others heal.

What Do You See #79, April 26

Sadie of Keep it Alive has challenged us with an amazing picture to write our thoughts about. Spending a lot of my childhood on the sea, this really spoke to me so…here we go.

I PACE THE SHORELINE

I pace the shoreline. Where are you? Don’t you see the dark is coming?

I pace the shoreline. The smoke filled sky warns of the deadly fires across our land.

I pace the shoreline. The freezing waters turn my feet blue like the sea.

I pace the shoreline. Please understand how much I need you, how much I love you.

I pace the shoreline. The lighthouse laughs at me as it blink on and off. Can you see it?

I pace the shoreline. Waves crash gently against the lighthouse, assurance of a calm sea.

I pace the shoreline. I think I see the tiny silhouette of the boat. Could it really be you.

I pace the shoreline. Please come home to me.

We as humans are emotional creatures. These emotion are a gift from above but must be monitored carefully. Because if we let them have their own course of action, much pain can be made – not always on purpose. So I remind you always to remember the power of kindness, to use it often and to be aware of the beauty it creates.

Always be kind.

Tuesday Writing Prompt, 8/4

foggy night

BENEATH

The fog creeps in beneath the surface of the night 

Leaving a chill that can bring on a fright 

As the moon shines high with its blue eerie light

It keeps you inside in fear of what might

The sound of the stream rushing at its low height

Running through the quiet valley as though to take flight

The sound of the owls as they beckon for a fight

Keeps us inside beneath the surface of the night.

Anita Neal

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

Today’s prompt: Beneath the surface of the night

And as always, I close with encouragement to spread kindness in all you do. It helps the world be a better place.

kindness peace

What Do You See? Prompt

A chilling picture in this week’s “What do you see?” prompt, so I thought I would chime in if this is right.

The block path was wet from the fog that hung heavily in the air as I walked slowly toward the caretakers cottage. The older tomb stones were hidden in the dark foreboding shadows as though waiting for the next stones to be erected…