Fading StarsI don’t know why, but I’ve always loved the stars. I was allowed to sleep outside in a tent in my yard a few times as a growing child. The nights were cold and dark, but I stared up freely at the stars until I felt like I was floating amongst them. Drifting, drifting, drifting with my back pressed against the grassy cold.Fading Stars14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
And in those moments, there was nothing else. There was no earth, no people, no sound. There was nothing but me in a starry vacuum.
The lights were candles, flickering. They were warm. They were bright.
Growing up is harder than I imagined it would be. It’s different than I thought.
The stars faded when the neighbors put in street lights and my sky disappeared like someone spilled their fears onto them.
I’m not ready to talk about my adult life just yet, but I’m sure I’ll get there soon.
My childhood wasn’t all starry skies and dreaming. It wasn’t awful, but it was scarred. And to be frank, I believe that all childhoods
Worth Fighting ForWe sat there in the small visitation room. "Please believe me." I sat in his little lap. His forehead resting against mine as my fingers intertwined with his. “You are worth fighting for,” he whispered not letting my eyes leave his. It was like he was afraid that I would just turn to dust a long with my whole existence. “You are, you really are,” he muttered as he held my hand tighter. His eyes burning in to mine. I couldn’t look at him and hid my face in his shoulders. "I do not care what you have done, no matter how disgusting,rude or stupid. I want you now, as you are. All I are about is what you do now and that you are safe. You hear me?" Tears filled my eyes in disbelief. His lips stroked over my neck, filled with care and promises. "You know, I have never had anything worth fighting for, before now." I could feel a smile form on his mouth. "And it is absolutely wonderful." In this second it did not matter that we only got this, only had each otWorth Fighting For11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Drivers SeatMy husband and my son left for a 6 day vacation, sharing some father-son-time, and leaving me home alone, since I couldn´t get leave off work.Drivers Seat11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Which was good news. I was really looking forward to having the house all to myself.
The bad news was that I had to borrow my father-in-law´s car to get to work for the week.
I clutched the steering wheel with sweaty palms and gritted my teeth.
My work place is roughly 70 km away, because it´s in a shit city where I don´t want to spend one single living moment longer than I absolutely have to. Which is usually no problem since I´m in a car pool and only drive on Wednesdays, arranging myself in the middle back seat (I always get the middle back seat because I´m the shortest) and napping off for an extra hour on the other days. But this week, this week of all weeks in the year, they were all off on vacation, sick or whatever.
Leaving me to manage the drive in a shitty car all on my own.
I squinted through the windshie