The Penance of Brandon Scott ~ Fiction Friday

Ok, it’s been awhile since I’ve done this but, I’m going to play along again. It is time once again for Friday Fiction, this week hosted by Julie at her The Surrendered Scribe blog. This was another entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. The topic had to do with Truth or Dare. If you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Fiction Friday. I hope you enjoy the story.


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Brandon looked over the sea of faces that sat before him. The auditorium was nearly full with high school students, who frankly didn’t want to be there. They looked bored, cocky or disinterested. He saw the stares, heard the whispers and knew he’d get through to a few of them. Not all certainly, but if he got a few, then he’d done his job. He adjusted the mic as he waited for them to settle.


“Hi there. As Principal Wilson mentioned, my name is Brandon Scott. I’m here to, hopefully, get my message across. I know most of you don’t want to be here and, honestly, I understand that. I’ll try to be brief, so you can get on with your day. If you’ll pay attention to the screen above, there are pictures to accompany my story.”


“Not too long ago, I was like most of you. I got decent grades, was a star football player, had a girlfriend and was fairly popular. I had a bright future, with offers from 4 great universities for full football scholarships. See that picture above my head on the screen? That’s what I used to look like before becoming a Public Service Announcement.”


“As you can see, my life has changed significantly. Like many of you, I thought I was invincible. I thought I had it made. My life was all planned out, and it was good. What I didn’t realize, was how quickly things can change.”


“For me, that change came Homecoming night, senior year. We’d won, and were ready to party, so we did. It was a big party, lots of people and lots of booze. A group of us decided to play Truth or Dare, ‘cause you know, guys, girls how could you lose, right? After going round a couple times, it got more intense. My last turn, I chose dare. I was dared to street race from one light in our town to the next at 100 mph.”


“I accepted that dare, but asked how would I prove it without witnesses? So, 5 others agree to go with me – my girlfriend included. Here are their pictures. As you can probably imagine, I crashed. Here’s a picture of the scene. Pretty gruesome, huh? I came out of it a paraplegic, but I did come out of it. No one else in the car survived. Worse yet, I hit another car. One with a mom, her young daughter and two of the daughter’s friends. Here are their pictures. Pretty girls, huh? These young girls were having a sleepover, but begged the mom to take them out for late night ice cream. None of them survived.”


Brandon took a moment to let the words and the images set in. “Are you with me? Did you count along with me? There are 9 people dead because of my stupid, foolish and reckless behavior! Me – I did this. Because of me, all these families were shattered. I won’t call it an accident, because I chose to drink, I chose to play the game and I chose to take a stupid dare! I killed 9 people –girlfriend, friends, kids, and a mom. I did that!”


“Why didn’t I die too? I ask that all the time. My best guess is that God figured He could make something good come out of it. It was determined that I was unable to serve time in prison for what I’d done because of my condition. So I was sentenced to 5 years of telling my story. It may not seem like much to some, and honestly, I agree. But I have to live with this every day of my life and I relive that night every time I tell the story. My 5 years were up 2 years ago. I paid my debt that was meted out by the court, but I will never pay the debt I truly owe. Now I do this for my own penance, because it’s the right thing to do.”


“I’ve found I’ve been forgiven by some of the family members. I don’t know why. Others can’t, or won’t, and I understand that. I’m unable to forgive myself. But if I can get through to some of you, maybe the deaths of my victims won’t be in vain.”


“You’re young. You have your whole lives ahead of you. You’ve probably never given any thought to your own mortality. I can assure you there are no guarantees in life. You have the power to make your own choices. I beg of you, think before you do! I’ll be available to answer any questions you may have. Thank you.”


Brandon finished his speech, and looking around, figured a few of them got it. Sporadically, a few of them began to move forward to where the audience mic was. Good, he thought, if I can just prevent another tragedy, then maybe I’ll find peace.

"Yes, I'll take your question."

Desperately Seeking Jasmine ~ Fiction Friday

It is time once again for Friday Fiction, this week hosted by Julie at her The Surrendered Scribe blog. This was another entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. It was inspired by my beloved Prissy, who died last Sunday morning. The story is fiction, but the spirit of the series of events is true. The topic had to do with Hide and Seek. If you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Fiction Friday. I hope you enjoy the story.

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“When are you going out to get it?” asked Dave quietly, looking toward the garage door.

“In a minute. I just want to get everything prepared,” replied Sara. “I’ve got to make sure she doesn’t think something is up.”

“Huh, good luck with that!”

Sara looked around, got her things together and started toward the garage.

“Be quiet,” he reminded her as she walked out the door. A moment later, he heard the door start to open, then a thud with the sound of metal clanking together. He turned his head just in time to see a quick flash. The spot Jasmine had been sleeping was now vacant.

Sara came through the door. By the look on her face, he could tell she knew she was too loud.

“She ran?”

“Yep, I’m telling you, she’s got ESP!”

“Oh no, I’ve got to find her. They’ll kill me if I cancel again.” She groaned knowing this was not going to be easy.

They both walked slowly through the house, calling for Jasmine. When she didn’t appear, they tried bribery. This too failed. After 10 minutes they knew she had defeated them again. Sara walked to the phone, picked it up and dialed.

“Thanks for calling Callie’s Clippers, how can I help you?”

“Uh, hi Callie, this is Sara, and I was supposed to be bringing Jasmine in, but uh…”

“She got away from you again, didn’t she?” Callie was laughing as she said it.

“Yeah, I really thought I could get her this time, but she’s hiding and won’t come out. We even tried bribery with the goodies she loves, but it didn’t work. I’m really sorry.” Sara knew Callie would understand, but still she felt bad for once again taking time out of her schedule.

“Sara, I get it. Trust me, this happens all the time. It’s why I overbook. Sure sometimes everyone makes it when they’re supposed to, but not often. Do you want to set up another appointment? I have time on Friday.”

“I’ll take it. I just have to get her in.”

“Ok, we’re set. I’ve got you down for Friday morning at 8:30AM. And Sara, why don’t you try restraining her first, like putting her in the bathroom until you’re ready to go? That’s what some of my other clients do.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea! Why didn’t I think of that? Thanks again and we’ll see you on Friday.”

“What’s a great idea?” asked Dave

“Callie suggested we put her restrain her first, like put her in the bathroom, then get my stuff together.”

“Mmm, yeah, I think that might work. Where are you going?” Dave asked as she was heading back toward the garage.

“I have to put the carrier back” she said, then stopped abruptly. “Dave, come here, please.”

“What’s up?” he asked, while walking to where she stood.

Sitting there in front of the door to the garage was a very large, very furry, somewhat matted calico cat, with a twitching tail and a mischievous gleam in its eye.

“Do you ever feel like we’re being mocked?” Sara asked, as the laughter began to roll out.


© 2008 Tracy Keck

One Happy Family ~ Fiction Friday

It is time once again for Friday Fiction, this week hosted by Betsy at her Just Another Clay Pot blog. This was another entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. I was really excited that it won 3^rd Place in the Advanced level. The topic had to do with Charades. If you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Fiction Friday. I hope you enjoy the story.

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Analeigh heard the door open, immediately tensed and prepared for battle.

“Sorry, I’m late. There was a…” began Dave as he came in, putting his things down.

“Save it. There’s always something. Dinner’s on the stove,” she interrupted coldly.

“Oh, I’d hoped I’d make it on time so we could eat together. Sorry, I’ll dish myself.” He looked at the meal which had grown cold and dry and thought about not eating at all. Yeah, that’d go over well, he thought.

“No, eating together would require you actually being home at dinner time. Don’t worry, the kids are gone. We don’t have to pretend we’re having a nice ‘family’ meal.” She knew she sounded angry and bitter, but didn’t care.

“Look, I’m tired; it’s been a long, hard week. I don’t want to fight.”

“Well, maybe I do! Maybe then we could communicate! Maybe if we fought a little there’d be something left of this sham of a marriage!” Analeigh was ready for this. Something had to change and she’d force the issue if she had to.

“I’m not doing this! Not tonight. You know, I’m not hungry anyway, I’ve got work to do,” said Dave crossly, as he put down the plate and left the kitchen.

“No! Don’t you turn your back on me”! In disbelief she watched him enter his office and close the door. “Coward!” she yelled, as she felt the hot sting of tears beginning to fall.

Slam!

Dave heard her leave, looked around his office and cried out to God. Lord, how has it come to this? I know I still love her, though I really don’t like her right now. Or myself for that matter. What is the answer? Things can’t continue this way. Lord, I need an answer. If I must wrestle with you like Jacob did, I will, but I need an answer! With that, he lay on the floor, prostrate before his God and prayed, waiting for the answer.

Finally he got up, wiped his face, drank some water and made a call. Then he grabbed his Bible, went to the spare room, which had been his lately and closed the door.

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The next morning, he smelled coffee and pancakes. He showered and cautiously entered the kitchen. Analeigh made breakfast and was waiting for him.

“I’m sorry,” she said wearily. “I thought maybe we could spend the morning together and talk.”

“Oh, I wish I could, but I have a meeting. This afternoon maybe?” he replied hopefully.

Shaking her head she said, “Forget it. I should have realized you’d have something. Of course you don’t remember, but I have to take the kids to the city to go shopping. It’s been planned for two weeks now. We’ll be back late. Enjoy breakfast.”

She got up and quickly turned so he wouldn’t see her tears. He grabbed her and hugged her to him, saying, “I’m really sorry. This will change. I promise.”

Analeigh pushed away and mumbled, “Yeah,” as she left.

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The next morning they pulled into the driveway of the church. Getting out, Analeigh looked at the kids, “Remember, we’re one happy family,” she said dryly.

“Yeah, yeah, we know the routine,” was all she heard as they quickly left to find their friends. She looked at Dave and together they went toward the church.

“Good morning, how are you?” asked Diana as they approached.

“Good morning! We’re blessed, how are you?” Analeigh replied with a big, bright, forced smile on her face. “Dave, I’m going to talk to Diana, then get seated, okay?” She turned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

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Church had just begun, but Analeigh wished it were over. The sermon was about honesty, integrity and who you were behind closed doors. Blah, blah, blah, she thought, looking at her watch. The pastor stopped talking.

“Folks, this is my last sermon for awhile. I spoke to the Board yesterday and I’m taking a leave of absence. Most of you think I’m a fairly decent preacher, and I appreciate that. But I haven’t been a very good husband or father. God has shown me that I have to take care of my most important ministry first – my family.”

Dave looked around the congregation, his eyes finally resting on Analeigh. He could see the tears in her eyes. He continued, “I’ve asked for forgiveness from the Lord. I ask it now of you. And more importantly, I ask it now of my family.” Between the tears and the nods, he knew he had his answer. And he knew, with hard work, commitment and God on their side, they’d make it.

© 2008 Tracy Keck

Phone Angst ~ Fiction Friday

It is time once again for Friday Fiction, this week hosted by Joanne at her An Open Book blog. This was another entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. If you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Fiction Friday. I hope you enjoy the story.

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“Back in 1876 an ol’ boy named Bell
Invented a contraption that we know so well
By the 1950’s, they were in everybody’s home
That crazy little thing we call the telephone
Now there’s one on every corner, in the back of every bar
You can get one in your briefcase, on a plane or in your car
So tell me why, haven’t I heard from you
Tell me why, haven’t I heard from you
Darlin’, honey, what is your excuse
Why haven’t I heard from you…”


Ugh, thought Brandy turning off the radio, the frustration she felt showing in her body language. The last thing I need is to hear Reba singing about her phone not ringing – like someone would ever not call her. She picked up her cell and dialed her best friend Kellie.

“Hi” answered Kellie, knowing it was Brandy. “Whatcha up to?”

“Oh, not much, just sitting here stewing. He still hasn’t called. We went out three days ago and I thought we had a good time. Ugh, why hasn’t he called, and why can’t I call him?” Brandy knew it sounded like she was whining, but she didn’t care.

“Brandy, you know how it is. If you call a guy, it looks like you’re desperate. And you’re not desperate, and if you are, well, you shouldn’t show it, you’re only 22 for pity’s sake! Besides, you shouldn’t be waiting by the phone anyway, go out, have fun and forget about him. If he doesn’t call it’s his loss, not yours”, said Kellie, talking in a way only a best friend could.

“I’m not desperate! And I’m not ‘waiting by the phone’. It’s a cell, so it goes with me. Duh! I just thought we both had, you know, fun. I guess maybe I had more fun than he did”, said Brandy sounding dejected.

“No, I’m sure he probably had just as much fun as you. That’s probably why he hasn’t called. He’s just scared ‘cause he likes you. You know that’s how guys are. He’s just being stupid!”

“Yeah,” responded Brandy, “just like in high school. Boys are mean and stupid! Stupid boys not calling, stupid phone not ringing, stupid second date not having! And why did that Bell guy have to invent the phone anyway?”

“That doesn’t even make sense, you know. Besides if Bell didn’t invent the phone we wouldn’t be talking right now,” said Kellie laughing.

“I know, but that’s how I feel. I swear, I’m so done with guys. Maybe I’ll just become a nun, and I’ll marry God and never have to worry about dating or the phone ringing again,” Brandy said with frustration in her voice.

“I hate to break this to you, but you’re Methodist, not Catholic,” said Kellie. “And besides, then you couldn’t wear makeup, or those strappy heels you love so much, and you really look awful in black, it just washes you out. Why don’t you come over tonight and we can watch a movie and do some fun male-bashing together.”

“Yeah, ok… uh, hold on, my other line is beeping,” said Brandy switching lines.

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“Hey Kel,” said Brandy happily. “I’m so excited, that’s him on the other line. We’re going out again tonight. I gotta go, ok?”

“Wait!” Kellie responded with force. “I thought we were hanging out tonight? You know, just us girls?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot. But he’s so cute and cool and fun and I really like him! You understand right?” Brandy asked.

“Yeah, I understand. Boys are for now, friends are for always. I get it.” Kellie tried to sound like she was supportive, but really she was bummed. She’s so boy crazy, Kellie thought. Stupid boy, stupid phone, stupid second date! Now what am I going to do?

‘Ok, thanks! I gotta go, he’s on the other line. I just love the phone and that Bell guy that invented it! Bye!” Brandy gushed as she clicked over, leaving Kellie looking blankly at the disconnected phone in her hand.


© 2008 Tracy Keck

Author’s Note:

Song: Why Haven’t I Heard From You
Written by: Sandy Knox and T.W. Hale
Sung by: Reba McEntire

A Night to Remember ~ Fiction Friday

It is time once again for Friday Fiction, hosted by Patty at her Patterings blog. This was another entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. If you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Friday Fiction. I hope you enjoy the story.

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Sheila gazed around the restaurant, noting the high-quality linen napkins, the strolling violinist and the crystal wine glasses that looked very expensive. There was even a Maitre’d dressed in a tuxedo. She looked over at her handsome, smiling husband, and asked, “Are you sure we can afford this place?”

“Yes,” Trent replied, taking her hand. “Tomorrow we worry about expenses and budget. Tonight we celebrate.”

“I’m so relieved, happy and grateful all at once! I know I’ve been given a new chance at life, and I’m gonna make the most of it. I’ll thank God every day, for letting me stay with you,” Sheila said, her eyes brimming with tears.

Trent felt his own eyes burn with tears of joy. “Yeah, He really answered our prayers, didn’t He? For a while there, it got pretty tough and I really thought the cancer was going to win. But, you were tougher,” he said smiling.

The waiter returned and took their order. He noted the hand holding and the way they gazed at one another. He left their table shaking his head slightly, thinking, newlyweds, not realizing they’d actually been married eight years. Throughout dinner, they talked, laughed, held hands and even fed each other, like couples sometimes do. It was obvious to everyone, how much in love they were.

“What a wonderful meal!” Sheila exclaimed, folding her napkin.

“Did you want to order dessert?” asked Trent

“Oh, goodness no,” Sheila replied, “I’m stuffed! Maybe a walk along the beach instead?” she asked.

“Are you feeling up to it? I don’t want you to overdo it.” His brow furrowed a bit with concern.

“I’m fine, really. I’ve been given a clean bill of health and I feel good. Please…?” Sheila smiled at him, knowing he wouldn’t turn her down.

“Ok, but if you get tired…,” Trent began.

“I promise I’ll let you know,” Sheila said.

They walked down toward the water. The moon was nearly full and gave off plenty of light to see. There was a breeze coming in from the lake, making the night air a bit chilly. They walked arm-in-arm, about a mile and turned, making their way back toward the car.

Opening the car door, Trent asked, “Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Yes,” Sheila replied, reaching up to hug him. “I’ll remember tonight for the rest of my life!”

“Me too,” said Trent looking into her eyes. Then he lovingly and tenderly kissed her.

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CRACKKKK!

Startled, Sheila looked around and saw the storm was moving in. Lightning streaked across the sky and thunder boomed. She hadn’t even noticed. Realizing she was cold, she pulled her wrap tighter and reached for her coffee. Taking a sip, she found it too had grown cold. I wonder how long I’ve been sitting here, she thought.

She stood and crossed the porch, watching the rain come down. With a slight smile, she looked across the land, taking in the scenery, her eyes finally resting on the mountains in the distance. Man, we used to love watching the storms roll in over the mountains, she thought. When they’d first met, she’d been so excited to find someone who loved storms as much as she did.

Her mind started racing – again. How could this have happened? It’s been ten months since the doctor gave me a clean bill of health and we went out to celebrate. Why, Lord, why?

It’d been the next day and Trent ran to the store to pick up a few items she needed for dinner. She’d felt uneasy, but dismissed it. Then the phone rang. In a cruel twist of fate, the day after she was given her life back, Trent was in an accident that took his. The other driver had been drunk, crossed the median and hit him head-on. With that, their life together had ceased, her prince was gone.

She knew it was time to move on. He wouldn’t want her to stay stuck, mourning forever. She looked up and prayed, “Thank you God, for our love and the time I had with him. Help me to go on.” She turned and went inside to make a call.

“Mom, I’ve changed my mind. I do want to come and visit.” They talked briefly, making plans. She hung up the phone, looked at the small piece of driftwood she’d brought back from the beach that night, and whispered softly, “Oh, and God, thank you that last, wonderful memory.”

A Change of Plans ~ Fiction Friday

It is time once again for Friday Fiction, hosted by Patty at her Patterings blog. This was another entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. If you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Friday Fiction. I hope you enjoy the story.


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“Oh Mom, it hurts so bad!” Mallory was lying on her bed, crying into her pillow. At eighteen, her first broken heart was a very big deal. Her mother, Valerie, was sitting beside her, rubbing her back.

“I know it does, Sweetheart. Can you tell me what happened?” Valerie responded to her daughter with a tenderness that indicated she really did understand. She and Scott had been hearing things and thought this time might be coming.

“Blake broke up with me because I wouldn’t go down to the river bottom with him,” Mallory answered her as she turned to face her mom. “I told him I knew what went on down there and didn’t even want to be around it, much less a part of it. He said he didn’t want to be with me anymore because I’m not fun like the other girls at school. I don’t know what’s happened to him – he’s changed so much!”

“People change, Honey. Sometimes that change is for the better, and sometimes it’s for the worse. Your heart is breaking right now and I wish I could take that pain away, but I can’t. I want you to know though, how proud your dad and I are, that you know who you are and stand firm on your beliefs.” Lord, give me the words to comfort her, Valerie prayed silently.

“Mom, I know people change, but I didn’t think Blake would. I mean he’s Pastor Morgan’s son. He was going to be a pastor too! We were going to go to college, get married and have a church of our own. Now it’s all ruined and my life is over!!!” Mallory’s crying intensified as she thought of the shattered dreams.

“Mallory, I know it seems like your life is over, but it’s not. And pastor’s kids go through tough times too, just like others. Blake may turn around quickly or it may take a long time. All you can do is pray for him, and for his family. You know they are having a hard time with the changes in Blake too.”

Mallory looked at her mom with tears streaming down her face. “Yeah, I guess,” she said. “But what am I going to do now? All my plans included Blake. And this just hurts so bad!”

“Mal, this pain you’re in is very real and very deep, but it will get better. I want to tell you something. Your dad wasn’t the first boy I fell for. I had a boyfriend in high school too, that I was over the moon for. We broke up when I caught him kissing my best friend. I was mad and confused and hurting more than I ever imagined, all at once. It took a long time, but I got over it.”

“See, I had my plans, but God had his. Two years after this other boy, I met your dad and I knew, really knew that he was the one for me. Two years after that, we got married. Two years after that, you were born. If I hadn’t met your dad, I wouldn’t have you.” Valerie pulled her daughter up so they were sitting face to face. “You will get through this, I promise,” said Valerie as she hugged Mallory.

“It doesn’t feel like it,” Mallory sniffled as she hugged her mom back.

“I know, but you have to trust me on this. You had your plans, but God has plans for you too, and His are always the best. He has your future in His hands and that includes the husband and children He’s picked for you.” Valerie smiled then, and pushed the bangs out of Mallory’s eyes.

“So what am I supposed to do now?” Mallory asked as she took a deep breath.

Valerie stood and held her hand out. “In a little while, you will stand strong and walk into the life that God has planned for you. For now though, you’ll just wipe the tears off that beautiful face of yours and join me for an extra large hot fudge sundae. How’s that sound?”

Mallory looked up at her mom, with a tiny smile beginning to form. She took the hand that was outstretched for her and allowed herself to be pulled up. “I guess I could do that if I can have extra hot fudge,” she said as she wiped her face. “Mom thanks, I love you. You’re the best mom ever!”

Jenny's New Life ~ Fiction Friday

It is time once again for Friday Fiction, which is usually hosted by Patty at her Patterings blog. However, this week it is being hosted by LauraLee at her LauraLee's Lifesong blog. This was yet another early entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. If you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Friday Fiction. I hope you enjoy the story.


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Sophia looked at the little girl sitting across from her. They were in a diner, the fun, old-fashioned kind with black and white checker floors and loud oldies music playing in the background. She was glad she brought her here. Heaven knows the child could use some fun.

“Aunt Sophie” said Jenny.

“Yes, Jenny.” Sophia smiled and looked into the big, brown eyes that were fixed on her. They were eyes that seemed much older than a mere six years. They were eyes that had seen too much, and held too much pain for one that young.

“I’m really coming to live with you? For always?” Jenny looked unsure, as if she were ready to be disappointed again.

“Yes, Jenny. You’re coming to live with me now and you won’t have to live anywhere else from now on.”

“I’m glad. I like it at your house.” Jenny went back to eating her fries.

Sophia was glad too. It would be nice to have her niece living with her. Nice for her, but it would be lifesaving for Jenny. Such a beautiful child, she thought, and the spitting image of Natalie, at that age. Natalie was Sophia’s younger sister and Jenny’s mom. She had finally agreed to sign over custody of Jenny to Sophia.

“Aunt Sophie, when I’m living with you, will I be in the way? Mommy said I was always in the way.” With that, Jenny took a big drink out of her chocolate shake.

Sophia could feel her own eyes brimming with tears. Lord, help me to comfort her. Help me to show her she’s wanted and safe now. “No Jenny, you won’t be in the way. I’m happy to be taking care of you. You know I love you very much, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so. Is that why Mommy didn’t love me, because I was in the way?” Jenny asked sadly, while picking up her burger. Sophia was struck by how simply and matter-of-factly Jenny spoke.

“Oh Jenny, your mommy loves you. She really does. She just, well, she just has problems and that’s why she’s letting you live with me.” She had no idea how to explain to the child the devastating affects that drugs had on a person, or how it could ruin lives.

Sophia had been so relieved when she talked Natalie into letting her have permanent custody. It hadn’t been easy. For some reason Natalie believed that giving up her child made her a bad mother, not the neglect and abuse. Sophia found she had to resort to manipulation to get Natalie to see that she would be the better caregiver. Natalie, if you don’t have to worry about Jenny, you can do what you want and come and go as you please. You won’t have to try to remember to get her up for school or get her to bed at night. She didn’t like to have to manipulate her sister, but it worked. In seeing how it would benefit her, Natalie finally agreed.

“Aunt Sophie, are you going to cook for me? ‘Cause sometimes Mommy would forget and I would be hungry, sometimes for days.” Jenny was finishing the last of her fries. The child never left anything on her plate. Just in case.

“Yes Jenny, I’m going to cook for you and I promise I won’t ever forget, ok? And on top of that, you and I are going to have a lot of fun too!” said Sophia. Jenny smiled and drank the rest of her shake.

As they were leaving the diner, she slipped her hand into Sophia’s. “I love you too, Aunt Sophie.”

When she heard that, Sophia knelt down and hugged her niece. “I’m so glad” she softly whispered.

They walked to the car holding hands and they both knew things would be different now. It was time to go home. As Jenny was climbing in, she asked, “Aunt Sophie, can I get a kitty?”

Sophia laughed, “We might be able to arrange that.” As she walked around the car, she thought, we’re going to be ok. It will take time and effort, but we’ll be ok. Thank you Lord, for this amazing child, please help me to care for her the way she deserves to be. Lord, help her to feel safe and secure and happy. Help her to laugh and be a child again.

As Sophia started driving away, she looked over at Jenny. “So Jenny, what kind of kitty do you want?”

It's Too Late ~ Fiction Friday

It is time once again for Friday Fiction, hosted by Patty at her Patterings blog. This was another early entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. If you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Friday Fiction. I hope you enjoy the story.

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“It’s too late. I always thought I’d have more time. I didn’t realize how precious it was, till now. It’s so easy to spend, fill and waste, but it’s limited. I never realized that”, Abigail said to her sister Alanna on the phone. She was completely stunned as she sat there looking out the window of her tiny apartment. There was so much yet that she wanted to do. To do, not accomplish or excel at, but do. “I want to get married, have a family, travel, learn to dance and go skydiving, I want to… There’s just so much!” she cried into the phone, tears falling down her face.

Alanna was equally stunned. “Are you sure? I mean doctors can make mistakes, have you gotten a second opinion?” She was trying to control the fear and trembling she felt.

“Yes, a second and a third. They all say the same thing – six months at best. Of course we can pray, but I’ve been doing that all along and I still got the same prognosis. I just want more time! I’ve been working so hard to get where I am. I wanted to be the youngest woman to make partner. I’ve given up so much to achieve that. Oh sure, the money is great, but I just never realized the cost. I haven’t dated, traveled, bought a home, or anything else I wanted to do. I don’t even own a cat, for pity’s sake! I just thought I’d have more time!”

“Abigail, I don’t know what to say! How can this be happening? How can I lose my sister?” Alanna was openly crying now, overwhelmed by the sorrow she felt. I have to get control of myself and be strong for Abby, she thought. “What can I do for you? I mean of course I’ll pray, but is there anything else I can do to help? I love you and I’ll do anything for you,” she said, taking a big breath.

“I don’t know. I’m leaving the firm immediately. Money’s not an object, that’s the one thing I have plenty of. I guess now it’s just a matter of time. Time, there’s that word again! I’m through waiting! Doesn’t the Bible say something about ‘redeem the time’? Well, I’m not going to just lie down and feel sorry for myself and wait for the end. I may not have long to live, but I will LIVE the time that I have! I know I’m ready to meet my Savior, but I’m not ready to leave this life, to leave you and mom and dad. Oh, I can’t bear telling them!”

“When are you going to tell them?” asked Alanna, still trying to control her tears. “I wish I were closer so I could be with you. I wish I could spend more time with you.”

“I need to tell them right away. This is going to hurt them so badly. They’re going to need to lean on you. Help them to see that God has a plan. And Alanna, I need you. I’m going to start living before I die. Will you join me? I have plenty of money to pay for both of us, but I want to do things and go places. I’m sure Steven won’t mind. Can we go away for a while? Just the two of us?”

“Oh Abby, I wish I could. It’s not Steven, of course he wouldn’t mind. It’s just I can’t leave the ministry. This place would really fall apart without me. I can only get away for a week or so. But you can come here and visit me and we can spend time together when I’m not working. Besides you should rest now. Keep your strength up, so that you’ll have more time with us. Please understand.”

“Of course. I have to call Mom and Dad.” Abigail responded, hanging up. She realized Alanna’s work in the ministry was just like her work at the firm – all-consuming. She never took time away from it to actually enjoy the life God had given her. Sadly, Abigail prayed, Oh Lord, help her to see that there is so much more to life than work, even if that work is for You. Help her to realize that her time here is limited and You came to give us life more abundantly, not just work. Open her eyes Lord, so she doesn’t make the same mistake I did.

An Opened Window ~ Friday Fiction

It is time once again for Friday Fiction, hosted by Patty at her Patterings blog. This was an early entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. It was lots of fun to write. It you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Friday Fiction. I hope you enjoy the story.



“Hello”, Laura answered her phone on the second ring.

“Laura, its Ginny. Do you have a minute?” asked Ginny, sounding very upset.

“Yes Ginny, of course. What’s wrong?”

Ginny knew that if anyone could help her to feel better it was her best friend Laura. They’d been best friends since high school, and now here they were almost 30. Nothing really had changed between them, even though Laura had gotten married two years ago and was expecting her first child.

“It’s the job in Denver. I didn’t get it. I know it would have been hard leaving, but it was so perfect for me. The money and benefits were great and it wouldn’t have been so far from home that I couldn’t come back often. I wanted this so badly and I prayed so hard for this to work out and now it hasn’t. What am I going to do?” Ginny sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.

“Oh Ginny, I’m so sorry! I know how much you wanted that job. It would have been perfect for you. I really wish I could help you. But you know, when God closes a door…”

“He opens a window”, finished Ginny. “I know that. And I know that He has plans for me, to give me a hope and a future, blah, blah blah. I just wish He would include me in those plans.”

“Alright Ginny Beth, you know that God is NOT in the consulting business”, Laura laughed. “Trust Him. He’s never let you down before has He?”

Ginny knew Laura was right. But why was He keeping her here?

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“Hello”, Laura answered her phone on the second ring.

“Laura, hi, its Ginny. Do you have a minute?” asked Ginny, sounding excited.

“Yeah, the baby’s napping. What’s up?” Laura responded.

“I met someone special. He’s really great and fits almost every requirement I have on my list that I’ve been praying for.” Ginny was practically giggling with excitement.

“Almost?” asked Laura

“He’s tall, and of course very handsome. He has a good job, a great personality, is really smart and he makes me laugh a lot. He has blonde hair instead of brown, but I guess I can live with that. He enjoys hiking like I do – in fact I met him in my hiking club. But the best part is he’s a Christian! His name is Alex, he just moved here and he’s looking for a good church” Ginny gushed.

“Wow, he does sound like a good catch”, said Laura, hoping that this time he was as good as he sounded. “When do we get to meet him?”

“Well, I was hoping that we could all get together on Sunday after church for a barbeque. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great. Be at our house at 2:00 and we’ll grill him, uh no, we’ll grill the steaks and talk to him”, Laura replied.

Ginny laughed, “I know you meant it the first way. You and John always grill my dates, but I just know you’ll like him. I’ll bring the pasta salad and dessert. We’ll see you on Sunday!”

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Ginny and Laura were alone together getting ready. Even the air seemed to be filled with excitement. Laura looked at Ginny and was truly delighted for her.

“Ginny, you look beautiful”, Laura said, with tears in her eyes. “I’m so happy for you. Alex is a great guy and I just know that you two are going to have a strong and loving Kingdom marriage.”

“Thank you, Laura. Can you believe it’s finally here? I’m getting married! To an amazing guy! It took me an awful long time, and I’ve had more than my share of frogs, but I finally got my prince! Isn’t God good?”

“God IS good!” said Laura. “He always knows what He is doing, doesn’t He? You know what I was thinking the other day? I was thinking about the job in Denver and how if you’d gotten it…”

“Yeah,” interrupted Ginny, “I was thinking about that too. If I had gone to Denver, I never would have met Alex. I remember being so disappointed, but I guess God closed that door so he could open this amazing, wonderful, too-good-to-be-true window. He really did have plans to give me a hope and a future, didn’t He?”

“He sure did. Come on Ginny Beth, let’s go. You’re getting married, and your prince is waiting for you!”

Young Love ~ Friday Fiction

It is time once again for Friday Fiction, hosted by Patty at her "Patterings" blog. This was an early entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. It was lots of fun to write. It you would like to read more great fiction, or participate, please go to Friday Fiction. I hope you enjoy the story.

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“Mommy!” cried Robbie, running in the house looking for his mother.

“Robbie, what’s wrong?” replied his mother.

“Jenny doesn’t love me, and I love her and I want her to be my girlfriend, but she doesn’t want to and that makes me sad” said Robbie in a very dramatic way.

Michelle looked at her young son and smiled. He was her sweet, little brown-haired, brown-eyed boy, so anxious to be a big boy. His eyes were wide and filled with tears as if both shocked and pained by the idea that little 5 year old Jenny wouldn’t want him to be her boyfriend.

“Why don’t you tell Mommy what happened” said Michelle in a very somber way, knowing that teasing him would only make things worse.

“We were playing catch and we were having fun, but then Jacob came over and said he wanted to play, but I said he couldn’t cause it was our game and he said he could if he wanted to and Jenny said he could too, but I didn’t want him to, cause I love Jenny, so I told her that I loved her and that she was my girlfriend, but she said she didn’t want to be and kept playing with Jacob, so I came home!” said Robbie finally taking a breath.

“Hmm, Robbie do you know what a girlfriend is?” asked Michelle.

“A girlfriend is someone you play with, and talk to, and hold hands with and you love her lots,” said Robbie.

Michelle smiled again, thinking of the innocence and pureness of young love. At this tender age he could never understand that love can be so much more complicated than that. Nor would he believe that in another year or two he’d probably believe more along the lines of ‘girls are icky and have cooties’. Oh, how to navigate these waters, she thought before responding.

“Robbie, maybe you should try showing her that you love her instead of just telling her”, said Michelle.

“Like how, Mommy.”

“Well, you could push her on the swing, or give her a gift”, said Michelle.

“Like a snake or a bug?” Robbie asked with excitement starting to show on his face.

Michelle laughed. “Mmm, no not anything like that. Remember, she’s a girl, so you want to give her a gift that a girl would like.”

“Like what? Girls don’t like cool things”, said Robbie, wrinkling his nose at the thought.

“Well, like a flower, or candy, for starters. Or you could draw her a picture or share a snack with her, or …” Michelle started.

“Oh, I know what to give her”, said Robbie as he started running out the door.

This I’ve got to see, thought Michelle, smiling and watching from the kitchen window. Robbie stopped by Mrs. Brown’s rosebush and picked a pretty pink rose. “Oh, no!” Michelle groaned, realizing that there would now have to be a conversation about stealing. Michelle laughed at that and thought, I didn’t think that one through, did I?

She continued watching as Robbie approached Jenny and handed her the flower, saying something as he did. Jenny took it and smiled, and then Robbie took her hand and led her to the swings.

Later when Robbie came in to get ready for dinner, Michelle asked him how it went. “Oh, Mommy you were right,” said Robbie. “When I showed her how much I loved her she said she loved me too and would be my girlfriend! I did like you said, I gave her a flower and pushed her on the swing.”

“Umm, yeah about the flower. Robbie we need to talk” said Michelle preparing to give another life lesson. Oh, the joys of parenthood, she thought smiling as she sat him down.

Deceived ~ Fiction Friday

I'm excited to participate in Fiction Friday again this week. It is hosted by Patty Wysong at her "Patterings" blog. To participate, or to read other great fiction stories, click Fiction Friday, or simply click on the icon, down on the right.

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“You’re too fat and too ugly to be a cheerleader, and you’ll never get a boyfriend!” said Becky Tate, the head cheerleader and most popular girl in school. With that Missy’s dreams were dashed. She went home, crying, and told her mother what had happened.

Her mom held her and comforted her saying, “Missy, you are not fat and you are not ugly! I’m so sorry that you have to go through this, but sometimes kids can be cruel today and nice tomorrow. You can try out for cheerleading next year. And as for a boyfriend, when the time is right, you’ll have one.”

Missy didn’t really hear any of it except, “try out next year”. She made up her mind. She’d show them. She would lose all the weight she needed to become accepted. Then they’d have to take her. She’d be a cheerleader and get a boyfriend. She’d be popular.

And so it began. The dieting and exercising had worked initially, but then it became an obsession. She still heard a voice in her head, taunting her, but it was no longer the voice of Becky Tate. Now it was a dark, evil voice. You’re still too fat, no one likes you, you’re not worthy to be a cheerleader, and how can you expect to get a boyfriend when you’re so repulsive?

It was no use. No matter how disciplined she was, she couldn’t achieve her goal. She couldn’t make the voice go away. In fact, it just got louder. Her parents said she was too thin. The scale showed that she lost weight. But when she looked in the mirror, all she saw was fat. Just a little more weight, she thought. Just a little more weight and I’ll be ok. I’ll be thin enough. I’ll be accepted.

Her parents didn’t know what to do. They tried forcing her to eat. They took her to a doctor who had her hospitalized. They cried and pleaded with her to no avail. No matter what they did, they couldn’t get her to see what they did. They couldn’t get her to see how dangerously thin she was. “Lord,” they prayed, “please help our daughter. Open her eyes Lord, and expose the deception she believes. We can’t help her Lord, but You can. We love her, but know that You love her more. Please Jesus help our Missy.”

One day, as she was looking in the mirror, the voice shouting at her, she heard a whisper. It was faint, but it was there. What was it saying? She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the loud voice and focus on the whisper. There it was again – a small, still voice speaking to her. Beloved, do you not know that I created you in my image? Why do you destroy my creation? You are my workmanship, beautiful and unique, just the way I want you. I have a specific purpose just for you. I love you the way you are. Beloved, you are the apple of my eye.

Her eyes flew open and she looked again at the image in the mirror. With clarity she saw what really was. She saw the emaciated body, the lifeless hair and eyes. Oh Lord, she thought, what have I done? She realized in her determination to ‘show them’, she was killing herself. And for what, to be a cheerleader? To fit in with people who didn’t like her for who she was?

In that instance she knew she had a problem that was too big for her to fix on her own. She realized that what she sought to control was now controlling her. And she understood the stakes were very high. It was no longer about being a cheerleader and being popular, or having a boyfriend. It was about living or dying. And she knew that it was now time for her to choose.

She looked in the mirror again and made her choice. She turned and went to find her parents. Finding them, she said with tears in her eyes, “Mom, Dad, I know that I’m sick. I don’t want to die. Will you help me?”

With relief and gratefulness they hugged her and assured her they’d get her the help she needed, and together they all cried. Her parents looked at each other, then up toward heaven and silently thanked the Lord for showing her that she’d been deceived.

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Author's Note: This was my 2nd entry in the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge. It received a 3rd place win, moving me up from the beginner level to the intermediate level.

© 2008 Tracy Keck

Little One ~ Fiction Friday

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My Dearest Little One,

If you’re getting this letter, it means I’m not coming home. I’ve asked your mommy to hold it for you until you are old enough to understand. We met once, though you don’t remember. That was the best day of my life. It’s one of the memories that helps me get through this awful time. To think that I won’t be there for you and watch you grow up breaks my heart, because I love you very much.

I know it will be difficult for you to understand why I had to leave you and your mommy. I didn’t want to, but I had to. It was my duty and my honor. You see, when you were born, our country was at war. And war is a terrible thing. But sometimes we have to go through something terrible for a greater good. It’s hard to explain what could seem to be more important than my family, but I’ll try.

Our country was built on the belief that all people should have the right to freedom in life. Many places in the world don’t have freedom. I had to go help another country try to gain their freedom, from awful men who ruled over them harshly. You see, it was important not only to them, but to us too. Those who hate freedom, hate America and everything it represents. They try to hurt our country and kill our citizens whenever they can. We couldn’t allow that to happen.

To give my life for the cause of freedom is a choice I’m honored to make. The end result is kind of like me giving my life so you can continue to live. There are worse things than dying for a good cause. Like living without honor and principles and courage.

It’s impossible to say everything I want to in a letter. How do I help you to grow up into an amazing young woman who will change the world? Unfortunately, most of that responsibility will rest on your mommy’s shoulders. But knowing her, I have no doubt that she will do a fantastic job.

In this life there are many kinds of people. There are givers and takers. Always be a giver. Give extravagantly of your time, love, friendship. Guard your heart from the takers. Stay close to Jesus, for He will always be near to you. Show kindness to others and always be courteous. Work hard and do well in school. Have goals for your life. Obey your mommy, she really does know what’s best for you and loves you very much. Walk in integrity and strength of character. Stand up for what is right. Love your country.

Have fun! Enjoy your life. Laugh a lot. It really does you good. Take time to watch the sun set and admire the beauty of God’s handiwork. Walk barefoot in the grass. Dance in the rain, as well as the sun. Admire the rainbow and remember God’s promise. Be aware of the wonder of nature. Listen to the sound of the ocean. Practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty.

Don’t fear the storms in life. They come and they go. Adversity helps us grow stronger, and the brightest of days often follow the darkest of nights. Dream big and pursue your passions. Don’t be afraid to fail, it is the only way to succeed. Be a leader of your peers, not a follower. Live your life on purpose.

One day you will meet someone very special and get married. Wait for him and keep yourself pure for your wedding night. It really will be worth it. Don’t give in to peer pressure. You are stronger than you know. Don’t settle for the frogs because you have a prince out there, who has been hand picked for you by God Himself.

Little One, knowing you has made me a better person and soldier, even if we only met once. I wish I could have come home to you. I wish I could have held you and your mommy in my arms one more time. You have every bit of my heart. Though I’m not with you in this life, I’ll be with you in eternity. One day we’ll meet face to face and we’ll never have to be apart again. I look forward to that day.

With all my love,
Your Daddy

***Author’s Note: This was a FaithWriters Challenge entry and it received a 3rd place ranking, moving me up from the intermediate level to the advanced level. It is submitted here today, to honor those who continue to fight and pay the ultimate price for the freedom we are celebrating today, the 4th of July. I hope you enjoy it and please take a moment to remember and say a prayer for all of our troops, especially those in harms way.

Laughing ~ For Fiction Friday

Fiction Friday is hosted by Patty Wysong, at her blog Patterings. For more great fictional stories, by Patty and other writers, please click Patterings or click on the Fiction Friday icon to the right. This post was transferred from my other blog, Random Reflections, which I've discontinued.

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Laughing

As Sara stormed to the corral, she kicked the ground, not caring if she scuffed her new boots. Ugh, she thought, I’m so mad I could spit. Or scream. Or cry. What was he thinking, when he entered her in that barrel racing competition? She’d told him she’d never compete again. Now she’s stuck. If she backed out, everyone would know why and start talking again. Why couldn’t he have listened to her? He thought he was doing the right thing, but really it was more like meddling. Dang!

Sara looked at Stormy and smiled sadly. She walked over to him and looked into his beautiful brown eyes while stroking his face. She knew word weren’t necessary – he understood. That’s the way it is with best friends. That’s what Stormy was to Sara. He was more than just a horse he was her best friend. Though lately they hadn’t spent much time together. Not since that day.

She’d been around horses all her life. Her family had several there on the ranch. Her mom taught her to ride when she was just a little girl –grew up on horses in fact. Her mom was passionate about riding and that was something Sara seemed to get from her. They’d ride together often, starting with Sara and her mom straddled atop one horse, then as she got older she’d take her own mount. It was their favorite way to spend time together. Her mom taught her everything she knew about horses, riding and competition. In fact, her mom got her into competing. They worked on it together, as a team.

When they were riding they had lots of fun, laughed and talked. Boy, did they talk! Things got real then. They talked about life, love, God, friends and even boys. Her mom taught her that life is a succession of choices. You got where you are by the choices you made and how you chose to handle the things that happened to you.

As she stood there with Stormy, she started thinking back to when she first got him. What a surprise he’d been. She’d been complaining for forever it seemed that she needed her own horse. She didn’t want a family horse. She wanted her very own, nobody’s but mine, horse. She came home from school the day she turned 16, went to the stables to do chores and there he was. A big, beautiful, 2 year old chestnut horse with a huge bow around him and a banner above that read “Happy Sweet 16.” She screamed, cried, and then laughed. Her mom had arranged it all – including convincing dad that she needed her own horse. From that time on it was all Stormy, all the time. That was 6 years ago.

Everything was different now. She hadn’t ridden Stormy for five months now. Not since the day her mom died. It was a senseless accident really. Her mom was riding a new horse that got spooked and bucked up. It should have been an easy thing for her to handle, but the horse tripped in a gopher hole and they both fell to the ground. Her mom hit her head on a rock. That was all it took. There was nothing Sara could do to help her. She simply never woke up. It wasn’t even the horse’s fault; it was something that just happened.

Sara looked at Stormy again. She knew he was ready, but was she? Figuring there was only one way to find out, she saddled him. With nervous anticipation she mounted Stormy and said a silent prayer. She rode around the corral a couple of times, gaining confidence and feeling a weight lift. It was time to leave the corral. She’d start training for the competition later. This was different. This ride was for her mom, for Stormy and for her.

I guess he did know what he was doing by entering me in the competition, she thought. It’s was done now and there was no undoing it. Sara realized she was no longer angry with him for doing it. It was time to move on. It was time to choose life. She couldn’t change what happened, but she could start moving forward. She looked back at the house, knowing he was watching her. Sara leaned down and whispered in Stormy's ear, "Are you ready, boy?" He whinneyed as if to say "Yes!" Then she rode, with her long hair flying in the wind, and she did something else she hadn’t done for a long time. She laughed.

***Author's Note: This was my first FaithWriters Challenge Entry and it received a ranking of "Highly Commended."

(C) Tracy Keck 2008