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Hi! My name is Connie. I love to write short stories, poems, novel drafts, blurbs, pretty much anything (even research papers). I've written my first novel titled "Me & Eryn Carlo" and editing is in the works! While the book is being groomed and tweaked I hope you enjoy the short stories I've posted here on My Writer's Block. Some are fun - some are quirky - some are just plain strange. Constructive criticism is highly valued. Thanks for stopping by. Your views mean so much to me!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Heavenly Find


The provided prompt for this story: After being pulled over for speeding, your character finds something important while looking for her registration in the glove compartment.
I really enjoyed writing The Heavenly Find. Originally I made a list of the first ideas that came to mind for the mysterious glove compartment object but I rested on two in particular. Torn between the two ideas I consulted with my mom - my go-to person for everything. She preferred one and I the other! :) I began with the idea I favored and then changed to the one my mother preferred - the story below. I hope that you feel the love when reading this one. <3 Thanks for stopping by!
The Heavenly Find
It was the anniversary of her husband’s passing.
Ruth hadn’t slept a wink all night; she simply stared at his side of the bed – cold and in want of his warmth.
“I miss you darling. I know it’s been eight years but I can’t get you out of my head … or my heart.” She held an old locket to her cheek – the locket she had worn since Samuel gave it to her on their first wedding anniversary. It now contained a picture of Sam and another portrait of their four children.
Opening the gold heart she kissed his picture. Every year on this date she remembered his powerful words. In her heart she knew the words he had left her with were also a message from God.
Willing her tired, old body out of bed she fetched a cup of coffee - anything to stall the tears that would inevitably pour on this sad day. With the warm mug in her hands she sat at her treasured antique desk that overlooked her abundant flower and vegetable garden. The birds chirped gaily, careless of her grief. The world went on as it always did.
There she sat for most of the day ignoring phone calls from friends offering their sympathy and love. They would be at the party tonight – she would thank them then.
Every year the family gathered to celebrate Samuel’s life. Their eldest child was hosting the event this year. They’d review old pictures and laugh over funny childhood stories. Ruth would talk about the loving but stubborn husband she’d adored for decades. She would speak of how they met even though everyone knew the story well. And together they would send messages to Heaven to let Sam know he was not forgotten.
The day seemed to escape from Ruth – her thoughts had captivated her. It was time to go.
As she sped to her eldest son’s home she muttered to herself: “Always late – always!” They were going to start soon and she didn’t want them waiting on her.
Her eyes had adjusted to the dark road with intermittent lamp posts when the bright flashes of red and blue stung her vision.
“Oh no! Not tonight!” She cried.
The police officer followed pursuit and she slowed onto the narrow gravel shoulder.
She immediately explained to the officer that she was rushing to a tribute for her late husband.
The officer was young and had a kind face. He explained that he understood and that he would have her on her way as soon as possible. However, he still required her license and registration.
Flustered that this was happening today of all days she searched through the glove compartment with unsteady hands. She lectured herself on not keeping its contents more organized.
Finally she located the registration and yanked it out. She heard something solid ding the inside of the passenger side door and then fall to the soft cushion of the seat. Ignoring the sound momentarily she retrieved her license.
“Thank you, Ruth.” The officer carried the items back to the patrol car.
She switched on the light inside to chase away the mass of darkness. Something glimmered on the seat next to her. It was small but shined generously.
A gasp escaped her lips. Her body trembled but she reached for the stowaway.
Sam’s wedding band; it was as new as the day she had purchased it. Ruth held it in the palm of her hand and stared in awe. “Oh, Sammy…” she sobbed. He was ready for her to meet him in Heaven.
On his dying bed he had told her that when it was her time she would find his wedding band. That was her calling. It was time to go.
The officer approached her window again. “You’re all set ma’am. Given that this is a tough day for you we’ll let the speeding slide with a warning. Please slow down.” He tipped his hat to her. “I’m very sorry for your loss.” And with that he was gone.
Ruth would miss this life. She would miss her children and grandchildren.
But her Sammy needed her now.
Ruth passed away in a peaceful sleep that night and drifted to Heaven to be with her love; their souls could dance together again – the life they built to be left behind in the hands of their beloved children.

1 comment:

  1. This is a great post! Do you have a blog at Open Salon?

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