sisters.

They hadn’t stayed long in the kitchen when it was time to put things away. Seeing the plates and silverware, Chloe promptly sighed. She felt overwhelmed with the work she still had left to do. Out loud, she hastily asked, “Do you mind if I go upstairs?”

Bethany and Tiffany were obliging. While they too had work to do, they felt no inclination of doing it. Their work could wait, they figured. They stood up, easily stacking the dishes and closing the lids of the jam and peanut butter jars. Glancing at each other, both wondered who would wash the dishes.

“I can wash,” volunteered Tiffany. She wasn’t exactly eager, but like always, if something was expected of her, she would do it willingly.

Seeing the chance of a competition, little sister Bethany quickly picked up the sponge. “Not if I get to it first,” she silently remarked. She began wiping the plates and forks, while Tiffany cleared the dishrack. They had made a happy compromise. Tiffany started singing.

“This is the song that never ends… it goes on and on my friends…”

Bethany joined in, “Some people started singing it not knowing what it was…”

“And they’ll continue singing it forever just because!” Laughing, they both were thankful for the fun times they could have.

guest post #1.

Starting a new series? Yes, of course! Guest posts. Not self-explanatory at all.

Connection of Two Hearts 
It was two entirely different hearts composing a beautiful harmonious song. Rejoicing, these hearts clung closely. No turbulent skies or depressing company could affect the sheer delight of this complete true love. The aspect of true love, being sometimes confusing and mysteriously thought provoking, has left many a person either shattered or enlightened by this sacred gift from above. How is it then, two individuals can experience this same feeling, yet one ends in catastrophe and the other en wrapped in happiness? Feeling love is those warm shivers, soft blushes, the all together glow of ones eyes, and light-hearted smiles, but "feeling" love can never last; for feelings such as these are merely human instincts set off by the interactions of persons with a natural attraction towards each other. True love, on the other hand, comes from deep within the soul when two people are drawn together by the miraculous threads of destiny. By no means, do I mean to imply this love occurs by mere chance. I simply say it was written by the artistic, purposeful hands from above. The complex beauty of true love, I hope, will continually inspire mankind.

Initialed: - FJS

trauma - 1.2

                Dear Natalie,

I just want to you that I’ve missed you. You are the kindest, brightest person I’ve ever known. I’m sorry that I lost touch. I shouldn’t have. Remember the time you wrote me a letter while we were sitting in the same room? You even put on your address and I added mine. I’ve kept it all these years and it reminds me of all the fun times we had. 

Please live. 

With that, he ripped the piece of paper apart. 

“Just tell her - I’ll be back tomorrow.”

trauma - 1.1

Room 205. Room 205. Room 205… The number raced around in his head as he stepped into the hospital elevator.

What would he say to her? Would she even be conscious? He wanted to laugh it off – of course she’d be alright! She always had, even when she fell from the stairs in her house and had to get stitches.

He pondered again what Mrs. Coughlin had told him. A car accident. Despite Natalie’s typical blunders, she was a careful driver. It seemed unfair that she should be injured by someone else’s heedlessness.

Stepping out of the elevator, he passed by some nurses talking.

“Did you see her?”

“There are so many flowers and cards.”

“She’s finally asleep, thank God.”

Worried, he passed by quickly only to find that Room 205 was right behind him.

At that moment, Mrs. Coughlin emerged from the door. 

“Tyler, I’m so glad you’re here,” she said warmly. “Natalie is asleep right now, but would you like to write her a card for when she wakes up?”

Taking the piece of stationary from her, Tyler sat down on a nearby chair and began to write.

trauma - 1.0

Buzz. Buzz.

Tyler pulled out his phone, glancing quickly at the clock. 9:19pm. No one should be calling him at this time.

Perplexed, he picked up his cell phone. “Hello?”

A strained, but familiar voice answered him. “Is this Tyler Ricks? It's Mrs. Coughlin, Natalie’s mom.”

Natalie? The name of his childhood babysitter surprised him. In the days when she would corral him and his brother to bed, he used to follow her around at county fairs or sit on the curb eating the ice cream she had bought for him. But he hadn’t seen her since he went off to college.

He suddenly realized that there had been a long pause on the phone. He heard hesitant breathing.

Softly, she continued. “Natalie is in the hospital right now, dearie. Some fool was driving too fast tonight. She would very much like to see you – and well… it’s pretty serious.”

Her voice choked.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Mrs. Coughlin.”