Chapter 20 Death Fire


He carried the pressure  cooker of food into the shack bringing up the rear with a basket of bread and other goodies I was surprised on how much bigger the place on the inside actually was. The place had been built in a cavern that the walls were completely smooth from the winds. The original cavern was probably started hundreds of years earlier.  The sandstone made with the different layers of sand made for beautiful walls. The front wall covered a opening with a Sandstone wall.  You would never know it from the outside. The living room  was an area of about 20 by 20 had with a fireplace that had  a natural chimney. He  had  decorated in heavy wooded furniture that had rich chocolate brown microfiber cushions that you could sink into. The couch had a hand knitted ivory colored afghan tossed on it. The main focus of the room was the fireplace and stone hearth.
The kitchen had all the modern conveniences plus a wall of natural cabinets he had taken the crevices made them his pantry. A heavy wooden bar worked for a table and a place people could sit and talk as he worked in the kitchen. The lighting consisted of recessed can lighting. The effect was very pleasing.
“I talked to my other aunt’s today.”
Looking at his face I saw the hurt that he was feeling.
“I assume it wasn’t a good conversation from the look on your face.”
“You would be right. They were both uncooperative to talk about anything. I’m not sure what to believe. They were never out and out cruel to me. They both let me know that they wouldn’t  care if I  dropped off the face of the Earth. I am the one that caused all the problems in the family.” Shaking his head they never said a word about Aunt Ina’s funeral. So I  am  done with them.”
I served the green  beans on the heavy stoneware plates he handed me.
“So now what?”
” I am going to make a trip down to the lost river and see if I can find out anything. I talked to my commander and he is checking about the large battery affect but I get the feeling nothing is going to come of it.”
” I am going with you.” I reached out to touch his hand only to be met with anger.
“No you’re not. I won’t let you go, it’s to dangerous.”
“Well tough I am going. You don’t know where the opening is and I do and I have been thinking about it. I have been down past the wall. It was a long time ago . I can act as your guide.”
His face went dark. I  could see he was angry but he saw the sense in what I was thinking.
“Listen Ella, it’s not that I mind you going with me. But if you got hurt. I  think it would kill me. I have been too close to people in the military and have lost close friends. I am not willing to let something happen to you.”
Some how I appreciated the thought. But it angered me that he didn’t think I  could handle it. “So I am supposed to sit and wait on you to come back like a good girl. Listen to me and listen good. I am going with or without you. Roberta was,a friend of mine. So was little Sammy, if I can help give either of them peace all the better. So get over this he-man crap and deal with it.”
I wasn’t expecting his reaction. His hands gripped my shoulders turning me to him. “Don’t you get it you little fool. I’m not sure if I could protect you from her.”
” Don’t you get it I would rather take the chance of being killed down in that God forsaken hole. Than staying here and not knowing if you’re alive or dead down there.”
His lips found mine right after his arms pulled me close.
In the corner by the fireplace a small boy sat watching the two of them.They had no idea what they were in for.He stood up and dissolved into nothing. He would try to keep them safe.

Mother’s day


I have been at two different truck stops today. Both times I have been treated with the utmost respect. A good meal a
Discount coupon for my next meal. I was given something both times I hadn’t expected. I received two flowers both carnations. A single flower from two different waitresses. Both were working mothers. One had grown kids and the other had girls ages 4, 6, and 10.
These women who should have gotten flowers, were giving me the flowers. Oh I know that that Truck stops of America can afford it. But it still touched my heart.
I don’t have natural children of my own. It wasn’t in God’s plans for me. My husband’s boys call me mom. Which I appreciate. I love those boys as if they were my own.
I don’t regret many things in my life. I have a very blessed life. But I do regret not being able to have held a new born in my arms. Waking up to a gleeful laugh coming from a little cherub who is laughing at something only they can see. Having someone ask “why?” for the hundredth time. Watching the first steps, the first words, the first award in school.
Sorry don’t mean to get melancholy. But I do when I know I will never hear the word Mom coming to me or about me from a child of my own.
So today here is my prayer for today.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Please bless all the mother’s in this world let them know how lucky they are as parents. May they never know the ache of missing a child, for whatever reason. Amen.,

Ignorance and stupidity


Since I have gone back on the road I have found the people to be very forthright and a pleasure to be around. But I must have really upset the stars yesterday.
I was in the fine dining establishment known as the iron skillet. Where the waitress and I were laughing and cutting up.
We were talking about the way the country was going. And granted there were some smart mouth remarks made.
When a man stood up and went off on the waitress (who happened to be black) about showing respect to the greatest president in history. She should be glad to have a job and should be doing it and keeping her (racial slur) shut.
I told him if he didn’t hear the whole conversation to butt out.
He informed me that I was a no good job taking ignoramus that didn’t have a clue about what real life was about. I was neither a decent truckdriver or friend to anyone because I couldn’t keep my slutty offensive mouth shut.
Then he proceeded to call me and the waitress every name in the book.
The manager came out and removed the man from the establishment.
But it got me thinking had I been that insensitive in my opinions to people.
So that is what prompted the apology this morning.
May everyone have a better day than my last twenty-four hours.

Contemplation


This old world makes you stop and think on a daily basis. But are we thinking about the right things. Do we give God the credit he deserves in our life. Here is a list of things I have been thinking about lately,

Giving praise to our Lord,
Making my prayers more effective,
Praying for our troops
Wondering what is on the other side of the Milky Way ( the cosmos nor the chocolate bar)
Enjoying the early summer evenings
Enjoying my husband of Twenty some years.
Enjoying family
Thanking our Lord for my family and friends.

What I don’t think about on a regular basis,

The Kardashians
What is in style
Office politics( in my company or in the country for that matter)
Who has done what to who on any or all television shows.

What I do care about is giving praise and thanks for my life to the good lord.

New life into old characters and stories.


Is it possible to take a story your not happy with and breath new life into them?

I believe there is. What I have found is that it may not be so much the story as not knowing your characters .

Let’s say you have a character that you can’t get out of your mind. The story seems wrong for the character. You can’t make them fit.

Then you must ask yourself is it the story or is it a lackluster characters. Does the woman capture your heart. Is she the person you thought of when the story unfolded. Is she the brave soul that you think she is or do you find that she has become a manipulative, calculating scarlette( direct referrence to Gone with the Wind).  Or is she the sweet soul you want her to be. Did you plan the actions your character is taking or has she taken a life that she made for herself not one you planned for her.

You must know your characters inside and out. Why does the woman hate red roses, did she always love dance or is it something that she just tolerates to please someone.

Did your hero mean to leave the girl of his dreams, or was he forced to leave by her family?  How did the childhood accident shape him into the unhappy.mogal he is now?

The more quirks that are known of your characters details will let your story shine through .

A new way of turning Lemons into lemonade/ or writing prompts for future use.


We all get tired of people crying, complaining, and the overall…

This week has been one of those weeks that that could have been used for the lead in questions/statements for writing contests writing prompts. You know the one’s that writer’s digest uses for their contests.

phone rings:

1.0) You have been chosen to be the professional for your State (quite an honor from National Organization of The Blue Moon Activists- not their real names) you will be featured at a local and national level in the news letter. And all it will cost you is $900 dollars for the betterment of your career.

2.0) You dial into the school that you just graduated from and once you get through the automatic people avoid-er you get an actual person on the line. You tell them your problem mainly you need you transcripts so that when you take you national certification you don’t have to be put on student status for two years.  They tell you that the grades were mailed out three weeks ago. They will have to find out why you haven’t received yours. will send them e -mail later that night.

3.0 ) The elections are over and people are still putting up nasty campaign Propaganda on Facebook/ and you get unfriended when you state your opinion/ by your own family.

4.0) Applying for jobs online and you have applied to a specific job, You call about an interview and are told that they don’t have your application. So per their orders you fill it out again, and again they say nope not here. Fill it out once more and on Friday you call one more time and find out you have been disqualified for sending in more than one application/ or worse they filled the position on Monday.

5.0) Friday rolls around you call the school again since you didn’t get the e-mail and still no information from them. They have reordered the transcripts but it may take another two weeks to get them/if at all.

6.0)You roll over to tell you hubby you love him and give him a goodnight kiss and he in his sleepy state he rolls over  hits you in the eye as he says- not now to tired.

Makes a girl want to go back into trucking.

So there you have it friends and faithful readers pick your favorite and write a story on my life.

Watch Until Jesus Fades Away– This is Awesome


Subject: Watch Until Jesus Fades Away– This is Awesome
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

This is AWESOME and should go to every American in our Nation, this tells it all and I hope each and everyone of you thinks this is as great as I think it is. Pretty Powerful!

Watch until Jesus fades away– awesome
Click on the line below. If you have speakers, turn them up

  Click here >   Pray for our nation

This was sent to me by A close friend. It brought tears to my eyes. Please  (Don’t send me letters about how wrong I am or make something ugly out of this. Just pay attention and think about it.)