If you look at my house driving down the street, this is what you see. A little cottage that is bigger than you think it is. It’s becoming home for both of us. We have a porch front and back and where we sit depends on the time of day it is. You can usually find me on the front porch unless Mike is on the back porch.
Sitting on the front porch this is my view:
Yep, I live across the street from a cemetery! And no, it doesn’t bother me one single bit. It does freak some people out, but I’m really not sure why. I grin when I think of the night last winter, Mike in the hospital, a cold and rainy winter night when Shan was walking Duke. The wind was blowing and leaves were flying. As she led Duke around the house, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, in the cemetery, something white and floating. Quickly picking Duke up, she ran for the back door, slammed it shut and headed to the living room to peek out the window to see if it was still there, convinced it was a ghost. Nope, just a plastic bag swirling and dancing on the wind.
I’ve sat on the porch, looking around the tubular posts of the fence, watching as headlights shine bright in the evening headed for one particular spot. I’ve seen a young woman cry hysterically and fall to her knees. I badly wanted to jump that fence and hold her, tell her that it would be ok. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Because sometimes things may be ok, just not in the way you want them to be.
Since I no longer have the option of making a quick run to the beach, the porch has become my go to spot to sit, listen to music, let things float in and out of my head, figure out what our next step is going to be, how I am going to make it all work, where I sit with our infrequent visitors and just remember to breathe.
Today’s post is a writing challenge and my words were submitted by my friend Karen from Bookworm In The Kitchen
Sorry Karen, I just couldn’t fit numerical in here in any context…..
tubular ~ hysterical ~ numerical ~ bright ~ ghosts
This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now. So grab a cup, sit back and see what everyone else has to say~
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