FWF; Free Write Friday; Lyric Prompt

English: A male and a female holding hands.


“Oh yea, they say ‘life goes on’ long after the thrill of living is gone.”

This is one of my favorite Mellancamp songs, Jack and Diane leaves me pining for those free-write-friday-kellie-elmorelong-lost summers of youth and wishing I hadn’t been in such a hurry.
What does this lyric mean to you?

Take me back, way back to my teen years. Life is grand. No worries, all fun, money in our pocket. Buying new records. Staying up all night at my girlfriend’s house. Talking the night away about  dreams of marriage and kids. Getting up early to go to our part-time job with no sleep. Still having time after work to go running around again. Oh these were the days.

Excitement of being asked out on a date. Knowing I was definitely not one of the original wall flowers. Experimenting with new make-up. I had to look much older than I was. Why? Who in the world knows. Hurry hurry hurry. Step right up! Be the first one to look 21 when you are only 16.

Walking out the front door of my parents home looking presentable. Before I exited my car door I had hiked up my skirt so I looked sexy. Guys really wanted to see those bare legs right? Was I inviting trouble? Maybe. Did I realize the strong message and trouble I could get into? Probably not.

Church camps and meeting that special boy. Holding hands at campfires. Promises to write every day that never held up over a week or two. The first pitter patter of the heart beating as I looked into his eyes.

Seventeen and not knowing too much about the world but dying to find out. Sneaking my boyfriend into the family home. Red cheeks, speeding heart, stirred feelings being shared between the two of us. Always an ear open to uninvited noises. A body that felt urges. Fires building up inside of us but fear keeping us always clothed.

Next I would be able to experience true love. The love that is spoken between eyes and touches. Love letters and ID bracelets showing we belonged to someone. We were spoken for. We were in love. Introductions to family members. Holidays together holding hands.

Parked cars on lover’s lane. Experimenting hidden avenues never being touched before. The rise of our breathing. Laughter that could be heard above the tabernacle. Promises to never part.

The most important questions of a girl’s life. Will you marry me? Living and loving on cloud nine. Dashing into each others arms. Passionate kisses and warm touches. Glowing face that was observed where ever I went.

Engagements, diamond rings, hopes for the future. What else could a woman dream of when she is in her late teens? While others finished college before committing to another soul, I was in a hurry.

I graduated from high school threw out all my ideas to go to college and got married. Before I was 21 I had my first child. By the time I was 26 I had my three babies. By the time I was 36 I had the first divorce decree in my hands. I felt my first real pain, my sorrow, my failure. Why had I rushed? What have I learned?

Now middle-aged I look back at Jack and Diane with a smile on my face of what used to be. I long for love and a slice of the freedom to dash into my lover’s arms. To have those days of no worries can never be the same, but I still carry hope to be holding the front door open to my home. To let my special man come into my house with no sneaking.


Daily Prompt; Seconds / The Daily Post



Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten, in glorious detail.


There was a time many moons ago when I was very ill. I had hepatitis. It stayed for a while and then I had my first child. Months later it surfaced again. My parents had to take care of my child for almost a year while I tried to heal. Finally that day came.

About three years later I wanted to have another child. My wants and it happening didn’t happen so quickly. The hepatitis had damaged my liver and my gallbladder. I got sick again and continued going to the doctors so many times I can’t even remember the count.

The problem was the doctors were trying to heal me from the hepatitis but at this time that wasn’t the problem. It was my gallbladder. I was so sick that I would go to the ER for shots that would knock me out for 24 hours at a time. I was so ill that I couldn’t keep water down any longer.

At this point the doctor admitted me to the hospital. I had seven tubes running into my body to keep me alive. I don’t remember what test it was that finally detected the rotten gallbladder but it was almost  too late. I was dying.

The doctor tried to reach my parents, but they were on vacation miles a way. My grandmother became my fill-in mother. She was with me at the hospital every day. The doctor came in to tell me that they could not operate on me. He could not remove the gallbladder. It was too full of poison.

He took my grandmother out in the hall and told her I didn’t have much time left. I was going to die. My grandma told me this later after I was better. Every hour on the hour nurses came in and flushed out tubes. I was fed through IV’s. My stay in the hospital was 21 days and it was spent ridding my body of all the toxins.

I was eventually felt  better but they still could not take the gallbladder out as I was too weak. I went back in the hospital about six months later and had it removed. Only after it was removed could I consider having another child, which I was granted that wish.

After being dismissed and going home I was very weak. My mom and grandma would bring me food every day. The best food was the home-made chicken noodle soup my grandma made me.

It was a golden-yellow with tender cut noodles that she had made herself.  Small pieces of torn home-grown chicken surrounded the noodles. Spices were added to enhance the already fabulous flavor. The broth had the most awesome taste. I wanted to let it linger in my mouth and not swallow it. I made each bowl last as long as I could and I would beg for more when the soup pan was empty.

I believe that this wonderful soup helped to heal me. I will never forget the taste of this soup. Even today after years gone by, I can still smell it and taste it.

Fairy Tales

Once upon a time in the land of every day living a woman looked out her window. A car had pulled up in her drive way. Julia didn’t recognize it. She stood up and quickly walked to her full-length mirror. She placed some stray hairs  back in  place.

She was still in her night-clothes and now she did not have time to change. The door bell rang and she asked, “Who is it”?

On the other side of the door a voice said,” It is me Julia. You had invited me many months ago. Now I am here. May I come in?”

“What is your name sir? I don’t remember inviting anyone here”. she said to the stranger.

“Please let me in. You will recognize me once we begin to speak”. Julia knew that she should not open this door but something internally nudged at her. She slowly opened the door a crack and peeking out she saw a man standing there. Very nice looking. Neatly trimmed beard. Clothes all with matching attire. He took his hat off and nodded at her. With a beautiful smile he said, ” Do you remember now pretty lady? It is I the man in your dreams”.

Julia stood back for a second slowly remembering the  many dreams she had. They seemed to go on for ever and ever. Dreams to take her a way to a beautiful sunset near an ocean.

She slowly opened the door and invited him in. He stepped through the door and laid his hat on a nearby chair. She shut the door and showed him to a comfortable chair. The two sat quietly for a moment.

” I have come to take you a way dear lady. I am sorry I have not been here sooner but I have been very busy”, the stranger said. Julia blushed as she realized this man knew all of her inner most desires.

” Are you ready to go? We must leave soon or we will not be able to go today. Please do not worry about packing a bag. I have everything that you will ever need”.

Without hesitation Julia stood up and went towards him holding her hand out. He reached for hers and the house became silent. It was if they were floating in air. Traveling through time she opened her eyes to see them standing on a beautiful white beach.

The grains of sand so fine that her feet felt like they were standing in cotton. Waiting near by were attendants to wait on her every whim. There was a gazebo with colors of the skies. Inside was a sunken couch and a couple of chairs.

A man dressed in only a loin cloth walked towards her. He held out his hand and placed hers in it. Julia turned to thank the stranger but he was gone. She followed the man and he helped her get comfortable on the couch.

Soon others were bringing her cool drinks and food. Grapes and strawberries were among the cheeses that lined the golden plate. One attendant drew a chair up close to her. He sat near her feet and began to take off her slippers.

Julia rested her head back as she felt warm oils being massaged into her tired old feet. She must have fallen asleep because when she awoke she was no longer in her house coat. She was adorned in white and gold.

A flowing white dress with a gold belt. Atop of her head rested a crown made from gold trimmed in white. Strands of gold rested gently around her neck. Her skin shone from oils. No longer were there callousness and wrinkles. Skin so soft and supple.

Another servant came to her and helped her to stand up. He walked her to another section of the beach where a small orchestra was waiting for her. There was a square table with white linen draping it. Sitting on top were two virgin white candles. Their  flames softly blowing in the breezes.

The gentlemen began to play  music. He took her in his arms and they waltzed. Julia’s head was spinning. She felt like she was in heaven. Never before had she experienced anything like this. Every worry had vanished. Every ache within her body gone. There were no signs of her job as a housekeeper to be found.

The two continued to dance for what seemed hours. Douglass spun her around. The two became as light as air. He bent in and softly kissed her neck and behind her ears. The kiss he placed on her lips sent shivers throughout her body. She leaned into him and his hands felt the dip in her back and he held her close.

When the music ended he led her to the table and helped to seat her. Servants brought pheasant and lamb. The brightest colors adorned their plates as fresh vegetables were being placed next to the meats.

The two ate saying nothing. With eyes only did they speak  to each other. From under the table she could feel his feet brushing against her legs. After they finished their meal he led her to another gazebo. This one was entirely black with silver sequins. When the breezed moved it looked like stars were dancing for the two of them.

Inside was one bed. He laid her on it. The orchestra could be heard softly playing in the background. He made love to  her like no other had ever done. He found erotic spots that she never knew she had. Her body felt like it was rising above her as he took more and more of her. At the precise moment he put her flaming fires out.

The two rested in each others arms and fell asleep. When she awoke she was in her house coat. She looked down at her feet and her slippers were where they had always been.

She looked around her home. It was dark outside. There were no more servants or white pearls of sand. Silence replaced the softly playing orchestra. Sitting beside her on her tray was the remains of her soup she had been eating.

She had been dreaming again or had she. Her inner spirit felt new again. She carried hope and faith for a new beginning. She got up and peeked out the window but saw nothing. She walked in the bathroom and saw sparkles in her eyes. There were specks of gold hiding in her hair. She moved her hand to her neck where she felt one thin strand of gold.

English: Julia Butterfly or Julia Heliconian (...

She smiled to herself. Dream or not it was so real. She walked into her bedroom and got ready for bed. She shut the lights off.