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Saturday Writing Prompt

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As Jill stood waiting at the luggage pick-up with her two children, she couldn’t help but be aware two men were watching them.  She didn’t know if the men had been on the flight, she only knew she felt uneasy.  She was beginning to think this new journey they were embarking on was a mistake and her father was right about traveling so far from home alone.  It was the most independent decision she had made since her husband disappeared one year earlier.  She had faith he would be back, everything would make sense, and they could put this mystery behind them.  No one else shared that belief.

~~Neasha
 

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Riv and Ella~~

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MP900448532Flash Fiction…

I’m surprised the sun is shining this morning. I promised him I would wait. I promised I would be outside this fenced in prison. I would physically be here when he got out, and I did wait, but my heart died long ago. It’s been three years since he’s been behind bars and away, and if I were being honest it has been peaceful. Peace is something I never knew while he was out.

I’ve got a job now at the farmer’s market in town. I don’t sell food there, I just schlep from vendor to vendor helping out where I can. Nothing the average person would brag about however, it is huge for me. I am thankful for any job I can get especially since my reputation in this town is as tarnished as garage-sale silverware.

I stopped the heroin after Riv went to prison but not by choice. I didn’t want to stop but I didn’t have a choice. I was placed in a detox center then to a long-term facility to get clean. I think about it every day though, the high. It is a memory, a want, which every cell of my body remembers. The dreams have stopped. The dreams where I was shooting up with it and feeling the rush. Even though it made me deadly sick, my hair started to fall out, and the mind tunnels, the dark hollow tunnels that I don’t want to think about now… My teeth hadn’t started to deteriorate yet, but that was just a matter of time. I would have sex with strangers to get it, I would rob my family and strangers to get it, I would vomit uncontrollably if I went to long without it, and I would have shaking withdrawals so badly I could hear my teeth chatter. Yes, it was the devil and still I would have done all I could do to get it in my veins. At least I used to…

Riv walked out of a large heavy door and I could hear it clank and lock behind him. He looked healthy and strong. I haven’t seen him healthy since we were younger. Rubbing my face I take a deep breath as he walked towards my brother’s car. Why did I agree to this? Why did I agree to pick him up? Why did I feel obligated to answer his letter back? Why? I could feel my heart-rate increase. I hated that he had this kind of power on me. Then again, it was my fault he was here…

I was free from his control. I was free and now I know it will be a daily fight with him. The mood swings, the yelling, the looks of detest. My stomach is in knots and yet, I sit here. I sit here.

“Ella, I didn’t think you would be here?” Riv mumbled as he reached through the door and unlocked it, and quickly pulled it open.

I say nothing.

“Thank you,” He gulped. He was just as nervous as I was at this encounter. He reached over and gently placed his large hand on the back of my neck. “It is going to be different this time. This time we are going to make it work. I am going to stay clean and you and me are going to have a good life. You have been clean, Ella? Right?”

I nodded yes, still yet to speak. I bit my top lip as tears filled my burning eyes. Not tears of joy, but tears of pain. He is lying. I have heard the exact same promise before. My heart has no hope on his recovery, I’m still not sure about mine, and I have no hope in him treating me with respect.

Why did I pick him up? Misery loves company, I guess.

 

Thank you for reading!!  Riv and Ella is a Flash Fiction Story I wrote in 2014 and since then I have actually plotted and outlined the entire story to the ending scene so it has grown.  Just not sure when I will get to it!  I have been looking over all the projects I have going on and thought I would share this one before I publish my new Sci-FY Novel.  This is a CopyWrite of Neasha Hill and the plot is subject to change!  Hope you enjoy it and please leave a comment or edit if you see one! 😀

 

~~Neasha Hill

 

 

Describing Happiness is Like Nailing Jello to a Tree…

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Mark Twain

Happiness. It is what humans strive for on some level or another~ happy, happy, happy. Everyone has their own definition of what happiness means to them but when it is cracked open and pulled apart happiness is like nailing Jello to a tree. The definition of happiness shifts and reshapes over time depending on where you are in your life. When my children were small happiness to me was watching them sleep with their perfect little angelic slumbering faces. That can not be bottled, folks. When I was young around the age of eleven or twelve writing in a journal my youthful musings/poetry of life while sitting on my grandma’s porch swing was happiness. Happiness stretches, happiness shifts, and happiness is memories. This memory of my Grandma’s swing is a fond one because she is no longer with us.

What I realized today as I contemplated the word of Happiness for myself seems to be is writing, simply put, words on a screen or pen to paper. Unhappiness for me is not writing the stories of the people that live in my daydreams. For those of you that do not feel the need to write, you will think I have lost my mind. Even in my math classes as a young girl I still remember the personalities I would assign to numbers. Yes, I said numbers, example 7 and 8 dated, as in they went to the movies, on a date, in my crazy daydreams. These two numbers would be happy when they wound up next to one another in the answer when I had to do a trying multiplication problem. I could go on but why make you think I am more crazy than you already do 🙂 My brain works in story patterns, it is who I am, and happiness comes to me when I get to put these ideas on paper and share them with others.

Happiness also comes to me when I have my husband and boys at home, house tidy, and no alarm that has to be set for the next day. My nieces and nephews bring me joy and getting to sit across from my Grandma N., uninterrupted and listening to her memories brings such contentment.

What brings me happiness isn’t stuff, I don’t ever see that changing. I am not saying that a cute pair of shoes don’t feel good, but for me, shoes are not happiness. Shoes might bring someone else happiness and that is fine if that is how they are hardwired.

On a side note, there is a ton of melancholy out there amongst writers of the 17th and 18th century about happiness. I thought I would quote some famous poet or writer about happiness and most of the quotes I found had something to do with only finding happiness in other people’s failures. If this is you~ seek help..no seriously, you are messed up. All I can imagine about the writers in these eras is that they had no electric, no refrigerated food, plagues, very few had indoor plumbing, and hair products had to me mediocre at best~~~Imma guess’n. I say that I don’t need material things to be happy but if you took these things away from me I might be cranky, too and I would not be frizz free. No, there is no *might be cranky* about it. I would be. No doubt. This could have resulted in their melancholy on happiness.

What makes you happy? What defines your happiness? Have you really thought about this question? You probably have a list of things that don’t make you happy but do you have a list of what makes you happy? Take a few minutes and think about what your happiness is… More times than not, whatever you liked to do as a kid perhaps fishing, riding bikes, building with Legos or Lincoln Logs, playing house, drawing, baseball, or writing like I did, it is probably safe to say you like doing something of the same nature as an adult. Perhaps if you think about this you will find you actually apply this childhood skill to your adult job. My husband liked to ride bicycles ALL OVER TOWN as a kid and now he rides motorcycles when he can fit it in his schedule, even though he doesn’t do this at his job, he still enjoys doing this in his spare time.

So I ask you, what was your *happiness* as a child? Could you do something similar as an adult or perhaps you already do…

Cooking With Bacon Grease…

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Something I have learned the past week while trying to organize my home and thus my family’s lives is they don’t want to be organized. I am attempting to rewrite DNA here. Why do they fight what is good for them? It is just not trying to get our lives organized but also the older we get the more healthy recipes I am making for my family, and again getting them to actually go back for seconds is a chore. Why is it we are hardwired for the things that aren’t good for us? Going to a biblical verse Jesus said it best when he spoke these words in Mark 10:18 NIV, “Why do you call me good?” Jesus answered. “No one is good–except God alone.”

Actual conversation this morning between my husband and myself:

Me, the loving wife trying to promote heart health asked my husband, “Would you like me to cook breakfast?”

He answered, “Yes, but be sure to cook the eggs in the bacon grease this time.”

I quickly answered, “Noooo.”

He quips, “I don’t have high cholesterol.” Like that justifies him eating pig fat.

I smiled as I left the room and mumbled, “You are welcome.”

We all have that *something* that we know we should do because it is good for us and when we make it a routine of doing the right thing, for me right now it is getting my home re-organized this week. It would be easier to just let it be and continue in the familiar routine that I know. We fight what is good for us, we don’t always see the bigger plan. We go for what is easiest at the time. God has a grand plan for us, He wants what is good for us and we don’t always listen and it may not always be the easy way at the time but in the long run it always winds up being the right route. Many of us run and hide from His goodness and miss out on blessings that God wants us to have.

Galatians 6:9 ESV
“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”

I will not give up this fight, I will win and by-golly my family will be happy about it! Or at least appease my good effort 🙂

Is there something you have been fighting getting done around the house? Set a timer for 15 minutes and only do it for 15 minutes. It doesn’t have to be done perfect, it DOES NOT ALL have to be done today- JUST DO IT.

Have a great day!!!