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Dirty Windows

Dirty windows  hide a multitude of sins

so they keep them dirty so no one can see within

 

Problem is we are starting to wipe away the grime

and the whole world is witnessing their crimes

 

Wearing a badge doesn’t place you above the law

For many, George Floyd was the final straw

 

There are good police who do actually “protect and serve”

and those who don’t should get what they deserve

 

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

06/05/2020

 

Glad to see that all 4 officers involved have been charged. Hopefully they will not be sentenced lightly.

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I remember once… ~NaPoWriMo Day 30

I remember once…

when I thought

I knew more

than I know now

I remember once…

when I thought

dreams could come true

and that love was real

I remember once…

when I thought

all of this mattered

much more than it actually does

I remember once…

when I believed

you

~Melanie Thomaon

04/30/2020

 

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Force Majeure?

She normally loved a rainy day but she had been driving most of the day after driving all last night. The rain had been coming down in sheets and while it was tempting to stop she knew it was unwise. She was worn out, her eyelids were heavy and she really was in need of some sleep, but she only had a tiny head start so she couldn’t afford to lose any time.

The growing rumble from her belly reminded her that it had been even longer since she had eaten anything.  Oh well, she thought as she rolled down the driver’s side window part way.  She was hoping the cool air and splashing raindrops would wake her up a bit. She looked at the gas gauge and saw she was at less than a quarter tank so she would have to stop soon to fill up and while she was at it she’d at least grab a coffee.

She knew he was hot on her tail and his blood lust was all the fuel he needed.  There would be time enough for food and rest once she was clear of him.  He hadn’t always been this way…had he?, she pondered while subconsciously biting her fingernails. She remembered when they had first met, he was confident, charming and gorgeous.  She had felt lucky to even be on his radar, a pigeon to his peacock.  But had he always been this mean?

She really couldn’t answer that but it didn’t matter anymore.  She had thought of leaving before but this had been the last straw.  She had always stayed before, partly because she took the meaning of band of gold on her finger seriously but this certainly had to qualify as force majeure!

Now if she could just make it to the train station without him finding her she would be free.  She had a suitcase waiting in a rented locker there with a couple changes of clothes and the little bit of money she had squirreled away.  She knew she wouldn’t have much left over after buying a ticket but that was ok. Where ever she ended up she knew she would find a way to raise this precious life growing inside her far away from him.

~Melanie Thomason

4/14/2020

 

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Charly

Everyone breathed easier at the first signs of spring.  But Charly knew that it would make little difference.  Yes, the winter had been brutal but it was the least of their problems.  It was not the weather that kept her up at night.  The cold they could endure but what would they do when they were found? More importantly how far could she go, what would SHE do?

She had leased this place under a fictitious name but she knew that would only slow the inevitable.  True evil would soon be a Charly’s gate and she had to be ready for it.  There was no one else to fight for them.  Her life was in her own hands.  Everywhere she went she kept an eye out for his distinctive gait.  She knew it was unlikely he would approach her in public, it wasn’t his style, but even so she was diligent.

If it were only her life she might give up, stop running cause he was always one step behind them.   She could feel his breath on her neck.  But Charly couldn’t relax, couldn’t let down her guard because it wasn’t just her life on the line and as long as she was alive she swore she would never let him lay one finger on her babies.

Charly fueled up on coffee in preparation for another sleepless night.  With a heavy sigh, she settled into the chair in front of her kid’s room that she had placed facing the one and only door.  The weight of the shotgun across her lap was reassuring.

 

~Melanie Thomason

03/02/2020

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Carry

The writing prompt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie was …”This week think about what meaning/s you can come up with for the word “carry”. We carry all sorts of things in a multitude of ways. Luggage, a load, groceries, a team member, a loved one when they are unwell and need us to carry them from one spot to another. Let your imagination guide you and have fun.”

So normally I would just write something….BUT

The first thing that popped in my head was this poem..so I went looking and actually found it being read by the poet himself!

This song also popped into my head because I always think of it in relation to my best friend. (NOTE: Love the song but this video doesn’t work for me with it..LOL BUT it is the official video so….)

And because this is a WRITING prompt…here is my contribution

Always

I did not carry you in my womb

nay, you are not from me

yet you are of me

let my love be mother’s milk to you

take the offered nourishment

and as it strengthens you

it strengthens me

love and acceptance

always

Melanie Thomason

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Wizards don’t all wear pointy hats

Lynn was not just a pretty face,

she had been around the block a time or two

and it would take more than just a warm smile or flowery words to ensnare her.

She had, more than once, found herself between a rock and a hard place

because she had allowed herself to be seduced

by a steamy gaze,

a wolfish smile,

or some carefully crafted lies.

She was not broken

but she was cautious.

Lynn was alone, but not lonely

and quite happy with that.

She was a grown woman

she didn’t need a man to define her or complete her

or even particularly want one.

Well not to hang around for any length of time…

 

Enter, this guy.

She didn’t even bother to get his name;

so Not her type.

But there was something about those eyes…

In fact, she could feel her steely demeanor melting from the fever in those eyes.

Her resolve to leave alone going up in smoke as she watched him watching her.

He never even spoke,

but when he saw her shifting in her chair suddenly uncomfortable and antsy,

he laughed

and that sound was more intoxicating than the liquor she had come here for.

~Melanie Thomason

2/07/2020

 

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Bad Luck Eddie (a short story)

Eddie Black was having one hell of a night.  First he was informed that he was deemed a nonessential member of the team for a company he had dedicated 20 years of his life to.  Then he had to take a walk of shame as HR escorted him out like a common criminal.  He did not deserve this treatment and he didn’t know how he was going to break it to his wife.  Eddie knew she wouldn’t blame him, exactly… but she would be disappointed.  He hated to disappoint her.

He needed to calm down before he went home to face her so he stopped in at a local bar for a drink.  Well, as tends to happen, one drink turned into four and Eddie was shocked to see how much time he had wasted.  So he paid his tab and went outside, with his bruised pride dragging behind him.  It was snowing… and when he finally made his way to where he had parked his sedan he saw that it was sitting on two flat tires.  “That’s what I get, ” Eddie said as he watched his words smoke in the frigid air.

He knew he should go home and call it a night but damn he was gonna need more fortification than  four Shirley Temples could ever supply, so back in the bar he went.

~Melanie Thomason

1/29/2020

 

*A Shirley Temple is a non-alcoholic mixed drink traditionally made with ginger ale and a splash of grenadine, garnished with a maraschino cherry or other fruit.

And it was named after this cutie:

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Partners

The scroll of the screen continued even after she closed her eyes.  It was exhausting looking for someone who apparently had no desire to be found.  Holly never wanted to see him again but find him she must.  She knew that it was the only way to put an end to this madness once and for all. 

Holly had left him and had every reason to be in hiding so why was he now missing?  She had lived in fear of him and was sure that he would find her…so imagine her surprise when it was the police who came knocking.  Now they were looking at her as a suspect, as if she had done something to him!

Apparently, Jake’s friends and family had painted a very different picture of the relationship, one where Jake was as pure as the driven snow and she was the vile and abusive one. Holly had to give it to him…he had found a new way to hurt her after all.  It was surreal hearing this version of events and Holly couldn’t believe they were ALL lying for him. 

Thank goodness for Detective Anne Sloan, she was the one person who seemed to believe Holly’s side of things.  Together the two women were searching for Jake among the living, while everyone else was looking for a body and proof of a murder.  Holly knew two things for sure: Jake was alive and she was not going to let him get away with this.

 

~Melanie Thomason

01/19/2020

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