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Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness

Lean Back and Float

Misted canopies highlighted in pink

roll over reflections as I softly sink

clutched in tranquility, thoughts moving swift

across vitreous waters I allow them to drift

Hope is falling somewhat shy of my grip

My safety raft from my hands has just slipped

And I'm frightened of course, I may simply drown

So I desperately reach and search for high ground

Eyes turned up to a powder blue sky

my spirits elevate and lift up on High

Deep solidity sheathes my trembling fears

My faith sealed tight and gleams with tears

For resting banks that pull me to pause

consider my gifts and my purpose, my cause

And as I touch bottom, feet to the ground

head above water and looking around

I wonder and test in amazement once more

lift my feet, lay back and float off the shore

And my lesson settles and that subtle yearn

to do by myself , drifts away while I learn

That the strength drawn, I  carry deep in my soul

and the Power that moves me, when I lose control

Is a matter of knowing and trusting the Hand

That keeps me afloat when I can no longer stand

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Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness
Lean Back and Float
Misted canopies highlighted in pink
roll over reflections as I softly sink
clutched in tranquility, thoughts moving swift
across vitreous waters I allow them to drift
Hope is falling somewhat shy of my grip
My safety raft from my hands has just slipped
And I'm frightened of course, I may simply drown
So I desperately reach and search for high ground
Eyes turned up to a powder blue sky
my spirits elevate and lift up on High
Deep solidity sheathes my trembling fears
My faith sealed tight and gleams with tears
For resting banks that pull me to pause
consider my gifts and my purpose, my cause
And as I touch bottom, feet to the ground
head above water and looking around
I wonder and test in amazement once more
lift my feet, lay back and float off the shore
And my lesson settles and that subtle yearn
to do by myself , drifts away while I learn
That the strength drawn, I  carry deep in my soul
and the Power that moves me, when I lose control
Is a matter of knowing and trusting the Hand
That keeps me afloat when I can no longer stand





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ATTENTION PROSERS WITH PETS: I need warm fuzzies, and by that I mean, I want to read about your pets. Tell me about their names, how they became a part of your family, and what some of the day to day is like in life with your pet! 100 word minimum, no limit, pictures are awesome additions but not required, use any form and let the warm fuzzies fly. :D Tag me to make sure I see it @MEsolushospes, and thank you!!! <3
Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness

The Zoo (I couldn't fit them all in lol)

Oh my goodness! Well you asked the right person..ha! Or I should say, the right person saw your challenge, indeed. (You may be sorry by the time I get through!) I have a 19 year old daughter who is very passionate about animals! She has a very deep and special connection with animals and has since she was a very little girl. She works at Pet Smart and is about to start studies in Zoology. So, I've told you all that so you know a little bit about the unique little collection of animals (some exotics and some domestics) that we have and why we have them. 

     First, I will tell you that we have never had a problem with any animal that she has wanted to own as long as the veterinary care, food and general well-being of the animal is taken into account before she takes ownership. (In other words, no impulse purchases or adoptions or compassionate re-homing without great consideration. Everything has to be discussed, talked about and researched before we let her take ownership.) Because, yes we have paid for several surgeries on fancy rats and expensive treatments for Bearded Dragons among a few other things. So naturally, these things have to be considered and we wanted her to have that awareness and responsibility so that when she starts taking care of them herself she doesn't find herself in a situation that is not good for her or the animals. 

     So, I will begin with our Red-Eared Slider (Turtle) that is almost 15 years old. Originally named Teddy, her name eventually became Shelly after my husband read up and figured out how to sex them. If the belly of the shell is concave, it is female and if it is flat it is male. Shelly's is concave and we had further confirmation when changing her habitat we found non-fertile eggs! When she was given to my daughter she was about the size of a half-dollar and lived in a little plastic make-shift island-complete with plastic palm tree and all.  My daughter was only four at the time and so naturally, one of the adults had to be the main caretaker in the beginning. That would be me, since my husband has never been fond of reptiles. But, thankfully that soon changed, because our little Shelly grew and grew and grew. She went from her island to a 10 gallon aquarium to a 55 gallon aquarium to finally a 400 gallon pond, dug and built by (you guessed it) my husband. Even equipped with his own home-made filter, because finding a filter for big turtles is not an easy thing to do and can get quite expensive. And then they don't seem to last very long. His dis-like of handling reptiles, or at least turtles, changed pretty quickly after reading about the long life span of these creatures. Yes, they can live anywhere from 25 to 50 years. And of course, they require special lighting for basking if not kept outside. But, her little oasis is enclosed in a white picket fence gate and covered with a piece of wire mesh. And we are probably overly cautious about the mesh for predator protection because of her huge size now. Our little half dollar is now about 10 inches in diameter. If not an inch or so more. But, she is very personable. She comes to you when you call and will eat out of your hand. Actually, she takes the food, but has to submerge to swallow. And she loves people. She will surface and likes to have her head rubbed.

     Then we have a Green-Cheeked Conure (parrot) named Percy. Percy is a little over a year old and has a very unique personality about him(we think him) as well. He has not been sexed and unless sometime in the future he lays an egg, we probably will never know because we feel it is too traumatic to get blood work or a feather removal when we don't intend to breed. So why stress him/her just to know. But, of course if health ever depended upon the knowledge of sex, then we would. But, when we walk in the door we are greeted by, "Give me kiss". Actually, when he hears one of us drive up, he starts with the "Give me kiss". He also has a very unique trait in that he likes to perform flips. Actually, my daughter has a metal dish holder hooked in his cage without a dish in it and the bird will flip repeatedly when he gets excited, or if he hears music or if you tell him to. He is a bit nippy with everyone but my daughter and her boyfriend, so she has to be the one to do most of his care. He is a bit like a two year old with his tantrums and is a lot of fun to watch. But, I can say that he is not nearly as loud as some of the bigger parrots, which was a plus for us in making the decision to get him. So we suffer no loud squawking as with some. He is very entertaining and we love him.

     Then there are two little parakeets named Petree and Piccolo. Beautiful little birds that mainly keep each other company. Relatively easy to care for, but not very interactive with us humans. (Believe me, if there were any chance of it, my daughter would have made the connection already. She is like Dr. Dolittle with the way she communicates with the animal world. Ha!) 

     Then we have Piper the hedgehog. Piper is almost two years old and has over 7000 quills. She is nocturnal and has a large running wheel in her cage that she utilizes every night - for hours. As a matter of fact, hedgehogs are known to run up to 7 miles in one night. She eats cat food and meal worms and her temperature has to be kept at 75 to 80 degrees at all times. So yes, she requires a heat lamp and thermometer in her habitat which is about four feet by two feet and covered in an aspen bedding with a couple of hides and yes even a toy or two. She loves stuffed animals and plastic balls!

     No, I am not done yet! You asked and wanted to know! Ha! The last two are more mine and my husbands than any of the rest. We have an almost 12 year old mutt, (don't tell her that). Her name is Sweety, named again by my daughter. Sweety is special in that along with her extreme intelligence she also has some high anxiety. She thinks she should be a purse dog and goes everywhere she can with me. But, I can't quite fit 55lbs in my purse. She and her sister Sophie, get two mile walks just about everyday and have run of the house. Sweety though cannot be off leash outside of the house, because she has a very over active sniffer and when she is outside she is so over stimulated that she has attention deficit disorder. She won't look at you, come to you or acknowledge you. She just runs after the smells, until she gets tired and then she comes home, always. But, never-the-less we take no chances and try our best to keep her secure on a leash. In the house though, she is sweeter than sweet and lives up to her name. She is submissive and loving to everyone and everything and has given many a fancy rat and even bearded dragons motherly baths and cuddling.  Sophie on the other hand, rules the nest. Weighing in at about 75 or 80 pounds, what she says goes! She tells Sweety when she can eat and when she can't. She has no desire to give anything a bath nor would we trust her to. But with the humans, she's all bark and no bite. She is our rescue dog and extremely well behaved. You don't have to worry about her not being on a leash, because she is not letting you out of her site. Both of our fur babies are very well behaved, they know what excuse me means, and they would never dream of taking food from a plate without asking first or being told they can have it. 

     So that wraps it up for now. We are at full capacity and unable to take any other residents, but my daughter is called frequently to re- home (with her connections) ducks, and guinea pigs and birds and dogs and any other animal. She now knows what her limitations are in caring for these creatures that she loves so much and hopefully will take that with her when she moves out. That is why we decided to let her experiment with caring for all different types of animals. Actually, she provided the habitats and food and feeds all the birds and the hedgehog plus, I forgot to mention she has an aquarium she maintains as well.  (I bet you wished you had put a maximum word limitation now, ha!)

     She has also been the owner of two bearded dragons, crabs and cats and  other assortments of lizards and was privileged to have two fancy rats that were suppose to both be male, (ha), that mated and had 13 babies. Once the babies were weaned the breeder did take the babies back so we were not stuck with 15 fancy rats. (Whew!) Only two...

     By the way, upper pics are Sophie the dog, Piper the hedgehog and Shelly the turtle. I wish I could have fit them all in!

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Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness
The Zoo (I couldn't fit them all in lol)
Oh my goodness! Well you asked the right person..ha! Or I should say, the right person saw your challenge, indeed. (You may be sorry by the time I get through!) I have a 19 year old daughter who is very passionate about animals! She has a very deep and special connection with animals and has since she was a very little girl. She works at Pet Smart and is about to start studies in Zoology. So, I've told you all that so you know a little bit about the unique little collection of animals (some exotics and some domestics) that we have and why we have them. 
     First, I will tell you that we have never had a problem with any animal that she has wanted to own as long as the veterinary care, food and general well-being of the animal is taken into account before she takes ownership. (In other words, no impulse purchases or adoptions or compassionate re-homing without great consideration. Everything has to be discussed, talked about and researched before we let her take ownership.) Because, yes we have paid for several surgeries on fancy rats and expensive treatments for Bearded Dragons among a few other things. So naturally, these things have to be considered and we wanted her to have that awareness and responsibility so that when she starts taking care of them herself she doesn't find herself in a situation that is not good for her or the animals. 
     So, I will begin with our Red-Eared Slider (Turtle) that is almost 15 years old. Originally named Teddy, her name eventually became Shelly after my husband read up and figured out how to sex them. If the belly of the shell is concave, it is female and if it is flat it is male. Shelly's is concave and we had further confirmation when changing her habitat we found non-fertile eggs! When she was given to my daughter she was about the size of a half-dollar and lived in a little plastic make-shift island-complete with plastic palm tree and all.  My daughter was only four at the time and so naturally, one of the adults had to be the main caretaker in the beginning. That would be me, since my husband has never been fond of reptiles. But, thankfully that soon changed, because our little Shelly grew and grew and grew. She went from her island to a 10 gallon aquarium to a 55 gallon aquarium to finally a 400 gallon pond, dug and built by (you guessed it) my husband. Even equipped with his own home-made filter, because finding a filter for big turtles is not an easy thing to do and can get quite expensive. And then they don't seem to last very long. His dis-like of handling reptiles, or at least turtles, changed pretty quickly after reading about the long life span of these creatures. Yes, they can live anywhere from 25 to 50 years. And of course, they require special lighting for basking if not kept outside. But, her little oasis is enclosed in a white picket fence gate and covered with a piece of wire mesh. And we are probably overly cautious about the mesh for predator protection because of her huge size now. Our little half dollar is now about 10 inches in diameter. If not an inch or so more. But, she is very personable. She comes to you when you call and will eat out of your hand. Actually, she takes the food, but has to submerge to swallow. And she loves people. She will surface and likes to have her head rubbed.
     Then we have a Green-Cheeked Conure (parrot) named Percy. Percy is a little over a year old and has a very unique personality about him(we think him) as well. He has not been sexed and unless sometime in the future he lays an egg, we probably will never know because we feel it is too traumatic to get blood work or a feather removal when we don't intend to breed. So why stress him/her just to know. But, of course if health ever depended upon the knowledge of sex, then we would. But, when we walk in the door we are greeted by, "Give me kiss". Actually, when he hears one of us drive up, he starts with the "Give me kiss". He also has a very unique trait in that he likes to perform flips. Actually, my daughter has a metal dish holder hooked in his cage without a dish in it and the bird will flip repeatedly when he gets excited, or if he hears music or if you tell him to. He is a bit nippy with everyone but my daughter and her boyfriend, so she has to be the one to do most of his care. He is a bit like a two year old with his tantrums and is a lot of fun to watch. But, I can say that he is not nearly as loud as some of the bigger parrots, which was a plus for us in making the decision to get him. So we suffer no loud squawking as with some. He is very entertaining and we love him.
     Then there are two little parakeets named Petree and Piccolo. Beautiful little birds that mainly keep each other company. Relatively easy to care for, but not very interactive with us humans. (Believe me, if there were any chance of it, my daughter would have made the connection already. She is like Dr. Dolittle with the way she communicates with the animal world. Ha!) 
     Then we have Piper the hedgehog. Piper is almost two years old and has over 7000 quills. She is nocturnal and has a large running wheel in her cage that she utilizes every night - for hours. As a matter of fact, hedgehogs are known to run up to 7 miles in one night. She eats cat food and meal worms and her temperature has to be kept at 75 to 80 degrees at all times. So yes, she requires a heat lamp and thermometer in her habitat which is about four feet by two feet and covered in an aspen bedding with a couple of hides and yes even a toy or two. She loves stuffed animals and plastic balls!
     No, I am not done yet! You asked and wanted to know! Ha! The last two are more mine and my husbands than any of the rest. We have an almost 12 year old mutt, (don't tell her that). Her name is Sweety, named again by my daughter. Sweety is special in that along with her extreme intelligence she also has some high anxiety. She thinks she should be a purse dog and goes everywhere she can with me. But, I can't quite fit 55lbs in my purse. She and her sister Sophie, get two mile walks just about everyday and have run of the house. Sweety though cannot be off leash outside of the house, because she has a very over active sniffer and when she is outside she is so over stimulated that she has attention deficit disorder. She won't look at you, come to you or acknowledge you. She just runs after the smells, until she gets tired and then she comes home, always. But, never-the-less we take no chances and try our best to keep her secure on a leash. In the house though, she is sweeter than sweet and lives up to her name. She is submissive and loving to everyone and everything and has given many a fancy rat and even bearded dragons motherly baths and cuddling.  Sophie on the other hand, rules the nest. Weighing in at about 75 or 80 pounds, what she says goes! She tells Sweety when she can eat and when she can't. She has no desire to give anything a bath nor would we trust her to. But with the humans, she's all bark and no bite. She is our rescue dog and extremely well behaved. You don't have to worry about her not being on a leash, because she is not letting you out of her site. Both of our fur babies are very well behaved, they know what excuse me means, and they would never dream of taking food from a plate without asking first or being told they can have it. 
     So that wraps it up for now. We are at full capacity and unable to take any other residents, but my daughter is called frequently to re- home (with her connections) ducks, and guinea pigs and birds and dogs and any other animal. She now knows what her limitations are in caring for these creatures that she loves so much and hopefully will take that with her when she moves out. That is why we decided to let her experiment with caring for all different types of animals. Actually, she provided the habitats and food and feeds all the birds and the hedgehog plus, I forgot to mention she has an aquarium she maintains as well.  (I bet you wished you had put a maximum word limitation now, ha!)
     She has also been the owner of two bearded dragons, crabs and cats and  other assortments of lizards and was privileged to have two fancy rats that were suppose to both be male, (ha), that mated and had 13 babies. Once the babies were weaned the breeder did take the babies back so we were not stuck with 15 fancy rats. (Whew!) Only two...
     By the way, upper pics are Sophie the dog, Piper the hedgehog and Shelly the turtle. I wish I could have fit them all in!
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Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness

Unpinned

Where the fire rises 

behind the scenes

the compromises

that reconvenes

Pushed back and down

a steady pace

comes back around

and finds it's place

Those sudden rages

unexpected flashes

burst from cages

harsh backlashes

But when strength shows

and fear claimed

then steady goes

extinguished flame

Make the choice

unhinge, take action

Have a voice

Unpin the passion

That low rise burn

now fuel to carry

a steady yearn

and feelings marry

No need to fear

a spark's ignite

it will not sear

a kindled light

If tended well

with proper vent

stray flames will quell

and time's well spent

For unrepressed

clear to be

those thoughts expressed

released and free

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Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness
Unpinned
Where the fire rises 
behind the scenes
the compromises
that reconvenes

Pushed back and down
a steady pace
comes back around
and finds it's place

Those sudden rages
unexpected flashes
burst from cages
harsh backlashes

But when strength shows
and fear claimed
then steady goes
extinguished flame

Make the choice
unhinge, take action
Have a voice
Unpin the passion

That low rise burn
now fuel to carry
a steady yearn
and feelings marry

No need to fear
a spark's ignite
it will not sear
a kindled light

If tended well
with proper vent
stray flames will quell
and time's well spent

For unrepressed
clear to be
those thoughts expressed
released and free



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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by RubyPond

My Angel of Mercy

My arms wrapped around my knees so easily. There was no meat on the bony protrusions that I hugged as I shifted my bare feet up and down on the concrete floor. It was so cold and damp that my toes were tingling. The stench of urine burned my nose and was only masked by the occasional whiff of old feces that sat in a hole in the corner of the cell.   I had placed a piece of cardboard over the hole, but it didn't do much to conceal the odor.  As I sat staring through the bars of my cage, I could feel the occasional thud in my chest that took my breath away.  Some sort of irregular heartbeat. I had noticed it for a day or so. As I looked up, I felt the flesh on my neck pull down on my jaw. I supposed this was from the emaciation of the skin on my face. I felt as if my jaws were receded, and imagined I looked somewhat like a skeleton. 

     I'm not sure how long I had been here. I was doing really good at keeping track at first. But, somewhere between the fatigue and sleepy brain, the dawn and dusk started running together. I hear the chatter of two Korean women getting louder as they near my cell. The clanging of bars as a tray is passed through. On the tray a small bowl of rice with a fried egg draped across the top of it and a small metal cup of water. I'm so disoriented, I'm not sure if this is breakfast or dinner. I am served the same food for both.

 "Kamsa - hamnida" I muttered. I still said it every time. "Thank you!"   I always said it every time they served me food. But, they never said anything back, until today. It was just a whisper, but I understood it. 

     "Chaman-neh-yo." And she bowed a little as she backed away from the bars. She was different. She was new! 

     I looked up and it was as if I saw an angel. The pretty young Korean girl had big brown eyes that felt as if they looked into my soul. I didn't know if I felt this because she was so pretty, or if I was so desperate that any attention in my favor was a signal of hope.    "Jamsiman-yo"! I yelled to her softly. "Wait please!" I wanted to her to come back.  I knew I would not be able to talk to her, but I thought maybe I could gesture and get her to help me. But, she just kept walking. 

      Her eyes haunted me. And it was a small pleasure to have her pretty face linger in my thoughts. For, I had become accustomed to a blank and desolate mind. So dazed most of the time that I was more in a dream state than anything. I pulled the tray to me that she had pushed through the bars and I picked up the egg off the top of the rice and ate it.  I wasn't hungry. As a matter of fact, I was kind of nauseated. But, I knew it was from not eating properly and I knew I at least needed the protein from the egg.  Almost as soon as I tasted the egg, my gag reflex hyper-extended it felt, and in a quick moment I was vomiting yellow bile.  The heaving felt like a vice grip on my ribs and the pressure in my eyes was horrendous. I was bent over on all fours, hunched like a dog and emptying the bitter acid from my stomach. And yet, still in the back of my mind was the pretty girl and I was hoping she would not return while I was vomiting. When it finally came to an end, I could only drop down and roll to my side, away from the vomit but closer to the waste hole..or so it seemed. Confused and exhausted, I began reflecting on how I got here. 

      My name is Trenton Ruepet, SPC, USARMY. I am stationed at Camp Humphreys, in the Republic of South Korea. The year is 1988. My buddies and I went to Anjeong-ri, what we referred to as the "Ville" for our usual Friday night outing.  After a few too many we found ourselves in a brawl in the middle of a small Korean nightclub. I don't even remember everything that happened. Partly because I had drank a lot that night, and partly due to injuries I sustained during and after the brawl.  The next morning I woke up here in this cage with two of my buddies, SFC Gerald Geylord, (Jerry) and SGT Elvis Durrence. Both of which have died recently. Jerry died first of a head injury he got in the brawl. I suppose. As a matter of fact, I don't think he ever regained consciousness. Elvis and I mourned him as if he were our brother. When they came and took him out of the cage, we were pawing and pulling on him, begging them not to take him. But, I suppose it was better that way. We couldn't bury him under this concrete slab, and a decaying body, would have drawn more flies and insects and disease. But, at the time, we were so traumatized, we couldn't think like that. It was the most horrific thing that had ever happened to me and I'm guessing to Elvis as well. Then Elvis died about a week ago.  I think. It's really hard to keep track of time. He essentially starved to death. Before he died he was scarcely anything like the 175 pound, 6 foot tall, 24 year old he had been. I remember right before he died realizing all the life had already drained out of his eyes. He looked so hollow for about a week before he actually died. His death was easier to take. Not, because I wasn't as close to him, but because, I felt like we had been here so long, even death would be a welcome escape. We could not stand up and when we were not retching from malnutrition, our backs were killing us from not being able to stretch them out.  If I had to guess how long I had been here, I would guess maybe a month or two.  And I know, I will die soon too. I'm not sure where we are, but it seems like some sort of a farm. In daylight hours you can hear Korean voices as they are working in the rice paddies. The sloshing movements could be pictured in my mind, because it was so prominent here and I had seen it so often.  I'm not sure how big this farm really is.  Once in a while the owner of the farm will come down to check on us. A Korean business man, or so it would seem. He was always impeccably dressed in suit and tie. I suppose he hired people to run his farm. One time he even brought his wife with him. I am guessing it was his wife. He seemed kind, or so I thought. His eyes were kind looking so I tried to talk to him, but it only angered him. "Jiog-eseo sseog-eo." Was all I ever heard from him. I later learned that this was a term similar to "Rot in Hell" in English. I needed to talk to him though. I needed to understand why I was here. What my crime was. 

     When I awoke the first morning, I found myself stripped of my clothes with the exception of my underwear and t-shirt. A few days after we got here, we were given a pair of gym shorts to wear. The weather was still mild here being the beginning of fall, so it wasn't very cold yet. But, it rained a lot and the damp air made me cough a lot.

As I lay on my side, trying to recover from the retching, I was racked with hard strangling coughs. I felt as if my rib cage were splitting open. I hear the women's voices again. They were getting closer and I needed to try and talk to the new one. I tried to sit up and as the women approached, the young pretty one that had brought me my food earlier, reached in to get my tray. "Kamsa - hamnida", I said and coughed a little. But, this time she said nothing. "Jamsiman-yo!" I was getting more desperate. I assumed the other one had scolded her for talking to me earlier. "Naneun joega nugu-inji al pil-yoga!" I said a little louder. "I need to know what I am guilty of!" 

     She stopped and looked at me then. Her eyes so big and innocent. I realized then how young she really was. Maybe 18 at the most. Perhaps even younger. "Gang-gan", she said quietly. And then she leaned closer to the bars. "How you say American  - rop!"

     Rop....Rop...Rape she means! Rape? "Rape? Who?" I was shocked. How could I possibly be accused of rape? We were not with any women that night. A bit embarrassed as well that this beautiful girl might think I could commit a crime like this, I think I even felt a little flushing in my face.

     "Geuui ttal. His daughter." She said and pointed behind her towards the place where the man came from when he visited.

     The business man had a daughter that was raped. But, why would he think I did this? My Korean was limited, but apparently she spoke English well.

     "I didn't do it! Please, you have to tell him. Maybe you could bring his daughter here and she will know that it was not me?" I was pleading with my eyes as well!

     She hung her head a little. "His daughter die!" she said. "She with you and soldiers. She prostitute. Police came to take everyone away. But, you and your friends got away. He find you in alley, he say. Local tell him you do it. You and your friends. He want to make you pay, like she pay." My world began to fade even smaller as I listened to her broken English. I felt a part of me surrender then. For I knew, I would never be able to convince him that I did not rape his daughter. I would die here, just like my friends, Elvis and Jerry.  

     I was so weak! She turned and walked away from me and before she walked out of my field of vision, she turned back and said "I believe! I believe you!" and she pointed at me. And I knew she really did believe me.The angel with the big beautiful brown eyes believed me. My angel of mercy! I laid back down on my side and for some reason, even though I knew I would die here, the thought that someone believed me made me feel a  little better. And I closed my eyes and sobbed. Emotion took over me, and as I lay weeping, I was gripped in pain and remorse, knowing I would die soon but,  relieved that someone believed me and knew I was innocent.

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My Angel of Mercy
My arms wrapped around my knees so easily. There was no meat on the bony protrusions that I hugged as I shifted my bare feet up and down on the concrete floor. It was so cold and damp that my toes were tingling. The stench of urine burned my nose and was only masked by the occasional whiff of old feces that sat in a hole in the corner of the cell.   I had placed a piece of cardboard over the hole, but it didn't do much to conceal the odor.  As I sat staring through the bars of my cage, I could feel the occasional thud in my chest that took my breath away.  Some sort of irregular heartbeat. I had noticed it for a day or so. As I looked up, I felt the flesh on my neck pull down on my jaw. I supposed this was from the emaciation of the skin on my face. I felt as if my jaws were receded, and imagined I looked somewhat like a skeleton. 
     I'm not sure how long I had been here. I was doing really good at keeping track at first. But, somewhere between the fatigue and sleepy brain, the dawn and dusk started running together. I hear the chatter of two Korean women getting louder as they near my cell. The clanging of bars as a tray is passed through. On the tray a small bowl of rice with a fried egg draped across the top of it and a small metal cup of water. I'm so disoriented, I'm not sure if this is breakfast or dinner. I am served the same food for both.
 "Kamsa - hamnida" I muttered. I still said it every time. "Thank you!"   I always said it every time they served me food. But, they never said anything back, until today. It was just a whisper, but I understood it. 

     "Chaman-neh-yo." And she bowed a little as she backed away from the bars. She was different. She was new! 

     I looked up and it was as if I saw an angel. The pretty young Korean girl had big brown eyes that felt as if they looked into my soul. I didn't know if I felt this because she was so pretty, or if I was so desperate that any attention in my favor was a signal of hope.    "Jamsiman-yo"! I yelled to her softly. "Wait please!" I wanted to her to come back.  I knew I would not be able to talk to her, but I thought maybe I could gesture and get her to help me. But, she just kept walking. 

      Her eyes haunted me. And it was a small pleasure to have her pretty face linger in my thoughts. For, I had become accustomed to a blank and desolate mind. So dazed most of the time that I was more in a dream state than anything. I pulled the tray to me that she had pushed through the bars and I picked up the egg off the top of the rice and ate it.  I wasn't hungry. As a matter of fact, I was kind of nauseated. But, I knew it was from not eating properly and I knew I at least needed the protein from the egg.  Almost as soon as I tasted the egg, my gag reflex hyper-extended it felt, and in a quick moment I was vomiting yellow bile.  The heaving felt like a vice grip on my ribs and the pressure in my eyes was horrendous. I was bent over on all fours, hunched like a dog and emptying the bitter acid from my stomach. And yet, still in the back of my mind was the pretty girl and I was hoping she would not return while I was vomiting. When it finally came to an end, I could only drop down and roll to my side, away from the vomit but closer to the waste hole..or so it seemed. Confused and exhausted, I began reflecting on how I got here. 

      My name is Trenton Ruepet, SPC, USARMY. I am stationed at Camp Humphreys, in the Republic of South Korea. The year is 1988. My buddies and I went to Anjeong-ri, what we referred to as the "Ville" for our usual Friday night outing.  After a few too many we found ourselves in a brawl in the middle of a small Korean nightclub. I don't even remember everything that happened. Partly because I had drank a lot that night, and partly due to injuries I sustained during and after the brawl.  The next morning I woke up here in this cage with two of my buddies, SFC Gerald Geylord, (Jerry) and SGT Elvis Durrence. Both of which have died recently. Jerry died first of a head injury he got in the brawl. I suppose. As a matter of fact, I don't think he ever regained consciousness. Elvis and I mourned him as if he were our brother. When they came and took him out of the cage, we were pawing and pulling on him, begging them not to take him. But, I suppose it was better that way. We couldn't bury him under this concrete slab, and a decaying body, would have drawn more flies and insects and disease. But, at the time, we were so traumatized, we couldn't think like that. It was the most horrific thing that had ever happened to me and I'm guessing to Elvis as well. Then Elvis died about a week ago.  I think. It's really hard to keep track of time. He essentially starved to death. Before he died he was scarcely anything like the 175 pound, 6 foot tall, 24 year old he had been. I remember right before he died realizing all the life had already drained out of his eyes. He looked so hollow for about a week before he actually died. His death was easier to take. Not, because I wasn't as close to him, but because, I felt like we had been here so long, even death would be a welcome escape. We could not stand up and when we were not retching from malnutrition, our backs were killing us from not being able to stretch them out.  If I had to guess how long I had been here, I would guess maybe a month or two.  And I know, I will die soon too. I'm not sure where we are, but it seems like some sort of a farm. In daylight hours you can hear Korean voices as they are working in the rice paddies. The sloshing movements could be pictured in my mind, because it was so prominent here and I had seen it so often.  I'm not sure how big this farm really is.  Once in a while the owner of the farm will come down to check on us. A Korean business man, or so it would seem. He was always impeccably dressed in suit and tie. I suppose he hired people to run his farm. One time he even brought his wife with him. I am guessing it was his wife. He seemed kind, or so I thought. His eyes were kind looking so I tried to talk to him, but it only angered him. "Jiog-eseo sseog-eo." Was all I ever heard from him. I later learned that this was a term similar to "Rot in Hell" in English. I needed to talk to him though. I needed to understand why I was here. What my crime was. 
     When I awoke the first morning, I found myself stripped of my clothes with the exception of my underwear and t-shirt. A few days after we got here, we were given a pair of gym shorts to wear. The weather was still mild here being the beginning of fall, so it wasn't very cold yet. But, it rained a lot and the damp air made me cough a lot.
As I lay on my side, trying to recover from the retching, I was racked with hard strangling coughs. I felt as if my rib cage were splitting open. I hear the women's voices again. They were getting closer and I needed to try and talk to the new one. I tried to sit up and as the women approached, the young pretty one that had brought me my food earlier, reached in to get my tray. "Kamsa - hamnida", I said and coughed a little. But, this time she said nothing. "Jamsiman-yo!" I was getting more desperate. I assumed the other one had scolded her for talking to me earlier. "Naneun joega nugu-inji al pil-yoga!" I said a little louder. "I need to know what I am guilty of!" 
     She stopped and looked at me then. Her eyes so big and innocent. I realized then how young she really was. Maybe 18 at the most. Perhaps even younger. "Gang-gan", she said quietly. And then she leaned closer to the bars. "How you say American  - rop!"
     Rop....Rop...Rape she means! Rape? "Rape? Who?" I was shocked. How could I possibly be accused of rape? We were not with any women that night. A bit embarrassed as well that this beautiful girl might think I could commit a crime like this, I think I even felt a little flushing in my face.
     "Geuui ttal. His daughter." She said and pointed behind her towards the place where the man came from when he visited.
     The business man had a daughter that was raped. But, why would he think I did this? My Korean was limited, but apparently she spoke English well.
     "I didn't do it! Please, you have to tell him. Maybe you could bring his daughter here and she will know that it was not me?" I was pleading with my eyes as well!
     She hung her head a little. "His daughter die!" she said. "She with you and soldiers. She prostitute. Police came to take everyone away. But, you and your friends got away. He find you in alley, he say. Local tell him you do it. You and your friends. He want to make you pay, like she pay." My world began to fade even smaller as I listened to her broken English. I felt a part of me surrender then. For I knew, I would never be able to convince him that I did not rape his daughter. I would die here, just like my friends, Elvis and Jerry.  
     I was so weak! She turned and walked away from me and before she walked out of my field of vision, she turned back and said "I believe! I believe you!" and she pointed at me. And I knew she really did believe me.The angel with the big beautiful brown eyes believed me. My angel of mercy! I laid back down on my side and for some reason, even though I knew I would die here, the thought that someone believed me made me feel a  little better. And I closed my eyes and sobbed. Emotion took over me, and as I lay weeping, I was gripped in pain and remorse, knowing I would die soon but,  relieved that someone believed me and knew I was innocent.





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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Morning

Drawn golden

in collapsed hue

unfolding wide

to paler blue

This realm -

my plane

to tucker in

a new gain

Head bowed

spiritual eyes

turned up

and pulled to skies

Warmth seeking

filtered down

upon my angst

it rests my crown

Weight lifted

restoring sight

refreshing gleam

of morning light

Not hours

just a second spent

changes things

inside a moment

Just this glimpse

at first day

I like to start

it out that way

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Morning
Drawn golden
in collapsed hue
unfolding wide
to paler blue
This realm -
my plane
to tucker in
a new gain
Head bowed
spiritual eyes
turned up
and pulled to skies
Warmth seeking
filtered down
upon my angst
it rests my crown
Weight lifted
restoring sight
refreshing gleam
of morning light
Not hours
just a second spent
changes things
inside a moment
Just this glimpse
at first day
I like to start
it out that way



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Strangers Chapter One

The road was dark and bumpy and the little truck was very loud to Beth Ann. She squirmed in her seat. It was so hot and her little body ached from being so tired. She

and her mother had been in this little truck for hours. She was very sleepy but the scene they left behind kept playing over and over in her little head. Beth Ann was soon to

turn seven and had seen way too much in her short little life. “Are we there yet?” She asked her mother, half pleading with a little whimper in her voice.

     “Almost baby girl! Almost!” Glenda Martin answered. Her strawberry blonde hair whipped wildly in the truck as she flew down the bumpy dirt road. Sweat dripped from her face. Even the breeze from the speed of the truck didn't cool them off. The truck had no air conditioning. Glenda looked over at her daughter. Beth Ann was curled up on the seat as if she were in a bed. She had a rolled up shirt under her head for a pillow and her strawberry curls bounced up and down and rolled all over her makeshift pillow. “When we get to grandma's I'll fix you a big ole lemon-aide with lots of ice and there's a big ole soft bed for you to crawl up in and go to sleep. Okay? Just hold on a little longer baby girl.”

      Beth Ann wiped the tears out of her eyes. She didn't want her mother to see her crying. But, she was so tired! She had gone from being terrified to being utterly exhausted. And every time she closed her eyes all she could see was him. That face. His big shoulders dragging her mother by her feet with one hand and with the other he was opening doors. Well beating them open with his fist actually. Her mother was kicking and screaming the whole time.When he finally got her to the front door he drug her out on the porch and slammed the door in her face. “Get of here girl! Don't nobody want you or your snot nosed brat here anymore.” Then he noticed Beth Ann standing in the corner crying.       

     “Damn! Am I gonna have to drag you out too?” His face was all scrunched up and red and he looked bigger than she had ever seen anybody look. Beth Ann was shaking and she could hear her mother calling out to her on the porch. But, all she could think about was what was he gonna do to her if he got a hold of her. She started stepping backwards and finally she turned around and ran to the back door. When she got to the door she opened it and slammed it behind her and then ran around the house to where her mother was

still standing on the porch, banging on the front door and yelling.

     “Howard open this door and give me my baby! Don't you touch my baby!” Then Glenda saw Beth Ann out of the corner of her eye and she leaped across the steps and grabbed her in her arms. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?” She asked with a wild look in her eyes that she had never seen  before. 

      Beth Ann shook her head no and said “He didn't.” Her mother sat her back down and took her by the hand. She tiptoed and crept over to the old red truck parked on the little dirt drive, dragging Beth Ann after her all the way. When they got to the truck, she turned to her and put one finger over her mouth to signal BethAnn to be quiet. She opened the door and pushed her into the passenger side of the truck and then she got in and started feeling around on the dash and the seat. Finally she pulled up a key out of the ashtray and gave BethAnn a half little grin. She put the key in the ignition turned it

and cranked it and slammed the door at the same time. Then she jammed it into reverse and gunned it backwards down the dirt drive. In the distance they could hear Howard yelling and screaming, but her mother just kept going. When she got to the end of the driveway she shifted the gear to go forward and floored it. 

“They were out of there”. Thought BethAnn. “Thank God!”

     They didn't talk anymore after that for about an hour. Then BethAnn got worried. “Where are we going?” She asked her mother.

     “Grandma's. How does that sound. You never met your grandma. I bet she will like you!” Glenda said. In her thoughts though, she only hoped her mother would feel that way about BethAnn, because she sure didn't feel that way about her. Ever since she ran away from home, things had been strained between her and her mother. The last time she saw her, she was kicking Glenda out of her house.

     “I thought Grandma was a mean old lady?” Beth Ann asked. “That's what you said when you called her that time to borrow money. You said she was

just a mean old lady anyway.”

     Glenda tried to avoid a conversation with her daughter about her mother. “Now don't you worry. Who wouldn't like a pretty little girl like you?” Glenda bit her lip and said a silent little prayer that things would go easy when she got to her mothers house. She was gonna pull over and call her, but she didn't have any money for the pay phone. And she'd never even owned a cell phone. Never had the money for one. When she glanced over at BethAnn she saw that she had fallen asleep and was relieved that she didn't have to talk to her anymore about her mother. The road was getting more narrow and dark

and Glenda new that her turn would be coming up soon. Her mother's old house sat on a two acre lot backed up to a dairy farm, and it was way out in the

country. And sometimes if the wind was just right, you could smell the chicken manure as if it were right out on the front yard. Tonight she was already smelling it through the open windows of the old beat up truck. When she went around the curve she saw the old gray mail box poking out of the tree. It was the darndest thing ever. Mr. Shupert the old dairy farmer had a way of making what he called engineering designs with lots of things around there. He had an old windmill that he had rigged up next to his house that his wife used for a clothes line. Every so often you would see that wind mill turning with

the likes of Mr. Shupert's underwear and Mrs. Shupert's delicates as well. Then there was the mail box. There was this big oak tree at the end of the Mr. Shupert's drive and somehow he embedded that mail box half way into the tree trunk. He did that because teenagers would drive through in the middle of the night and knock his mail box over and he got tired of going out there and fixing it every day. But, the mailbox in the tree trunk was truly a neat thing to see. It gave the illusion that the tree had a mouth. Especially after Mr. Shupert put two eyes above it. People around town would say that they thought they saw that tree talking when they drove by it at night. As Glenda turned down the dirt drive on the other side of the mail box the little truck really hopped over the rutty road and BethAnn woke up. “Where are we?” she asked as she sat up wide eyed with shock over the sudden awakening.

     “We are here! At the end of this drive is Grandma's!” Glenda was a little bit excited herself. Even though she didn't know how her mother would react she was just as anxious to see the old house and her old bedroom. It had been a long time.

CHAPTER TWO

When Glenda pulled up to the old two story farm house she was immediately calmed. There was always something so calming about this house. The front

porch was just as welcoming as it always was. Even in the dark. There was an old chime, shaped like a couple of big leaves and made out of copper that

had been there for years and they were just as vocal as they had always been. Clanging in the breeze. When they parked the truck Glenda noticed that the

breeze had turned a little cool and as she got out of the truck and stretched she just stood there for a minute and enjoyed the cool air on her face and her

arms. She noticed the little yellow tank top she had on was wet with sweat and her blue jeans felt like they were stuck to her body. All the lights were off

at the house except for the little light that hung on the front porch. It was always on. She reached in the truck and nudged BethAnn. “We're here baby!

Wake up!” She had dozed back off for a minute. BethAnn stretched her legs out straight. Her red stretch shorts clung to her legs and her little sleeveless

button up summer shirt was all crinkled up. Her little ringlets flipped forward on her head as she stepped out of the truck. Like her mother she stretched

and seemed to enjoy the cool breeze.

“Mama, Grandma must be asleep. You think she will be mad if we wake her up?” BethAnn didn't really trust her mother's judgement. She had proved

to have poor judgement so many times in the past. Even BethAnn could have made some better decisions, she thought. But she was her mother and

BethAnn loved her and whatever anger she had about the life they had, she kept it to herself. She knew if she said anything it might mean that she couldn't

live with her mother any more and that would devastate her.

“Naw baby! Come on! We are home!” Glenda was almost shouting. And this had BethAnn worried. It seemed like every time her mother got excited

about something it was usually followed by some big blowout with someone. And then they would have to high tail it out of where ever they were. But

still, she followed her mother up the porch and to the front door. It shocked BethAnn when Glenda just opened the door and didn't knock. But, she latched

on to Glenda's shirt and followed closely behind. The screen door slammed behind them, but Glenda was careful with the inside door. She closed it

quietly behind them. BethAnn looked around. The house was not very big but it was very nicely decorated. There was a stair case almost directly in frontof the door and it had glossy wooden steps. The banister was white and pearly looking. BethAnn didn't expect things to look so fancy by the way the

house looked on the outside. But Margeret Martin always loved the fancier things in life and she had always decorated her house like that. To the left of

the stair case was a bench with a red velvety cushion for a seat and it was trimmed in that same glossy wood that the stairs were made out of. On the other

side of the bench was a little round table with a white lace doily and brass lamp with a white embroidered lamp shade that had little cottony balls dangling

off the sides.

“Go sit down on that bench and I'll be back in a minute. Don't touch anything. I don't want you to make any noise right now. I'm gonna see if I can find

Grandma.” Glenda disappeared around the corner. BethAnn continued to look around. There was a big grandfather clock that stood next to the front door

that BethAnn had not noticed when she walked in. But now as she sat on the bench she heard it making a clicking and buzzing noise. It also was made of

that same glossy wood and it was quite beautiful BethAnn thought. She looked at the wall where her mother disappeared around the corner and saw a huge

picture of a Chinese lady in fancy Chinese clothes. She had one of those beautiful fans in front of her face and her huge brown eyes were staring at

BethAnn. She had to look away. The way she was staring at her, it was a little scary looking. Then her mother appeared around the corner again and waved to her to follow her. Bethann

got up and followed her. When she turned around the corner she saw that she was in a dining room. It had a huge round dining table, again made out of

that same glossy wood. And there was a buffet against the wall on the other side of the table. The whole dining suit was of course, made out of that glossy

wood. In the far corner was a china cabinet with beautiful white shiny plates and saucers and cups. All three pieces of furniture were covered in lace

doilies. In the center of the table was a big fruit bowl with beautiful pieces of fruit hanging out of it. It made Bethann hungry. She kept walking and as

they passed through a swinging door, she realized they were now in the kitchen. There were roosters everywhere. All over the walls, even the centerpiece

on the kitchen table was a carved wooden rooster. Her mother pulled out one of the metal framed chairs that was under the

table and motioned BethAnn to sit. She noticed the cloth that covered the seat was covered in roosters and red apples. In the corner was a door with the top

half of the door made out of smoky glass.There was a double porcelain sink surrounded by beautifully crafted kitchen cabinets make out of the same shiny

wood as everything else in grandma's house. To the left of the sink was a four burner stove with an oven above it.There was a refrigerator next to the

stove and Glenda brought out a bowl of something and a jug of milk. Then she put a napkin in front of her with a piece of cold fried chicken on it. Then

she poured her and her daughter a glass of milk and she sat down at the table in front of Bethann.

“Who's there?” It was Grandma, Bethann realized.

“It's me mama.” Glenda yelled out. “It's Glenda. I have Bethann with me.” Glenda hoped that her mother would not be angry.

The door on the other side of the kitchen opened. Bethann realized there was a staircase there too. A tall lady with red hair stepped down into the

kitchen. Her hair was a dark red and was balled up on top of her head. She had a lacy green housecoat on and little fuzzy green slippers that matched. She

looked a lot like her mother thought Bethann, but she was older and a little wider. Her eyes were soft blue like her mothers and she had that same upturned

nose and pouty looking mouth but her lips were a lot thinner than her mother's. “What in landsakes have we here? Glenda who is this precious little thing?

This can't be BethAnn! You told me she was beautiful but I never imagined she would be this beautiful.” Margaret had just fallen in love with her

grandaughter.

Bethann liked this lady immediately. She didn't seem so mean she thought.

“Look at all that hair and those beautiful curls! How old are you honey?” Margaret was leaning over in front of her and reaching out to touch her hair.

She scrunched her curls and pinched her cheek lightly.

“Six. But, I will be seven next week.” Bethann answered her with a sweet tone in her voice. She wanted her to keep liking her.

“Glenda take this baby up to bed!” And turning back to Bethann she said, “In the morning, I'm gonna make you a big breakfast with some homemade

biscuits and molasses. Then I'm gonna take you over to Mr. Shupert's farm and show you all the animals. Would you like that?”

BethAnn nodded at her Grandma, then her mother took her by the hand and led her up the same stairs that her grandma came down. These stairs were

wooden too, but they weren't glossy like the other ones. As a matter of fact they were kind of old looking and they creaked a lot. There were walls on both

sides of them and a hand rail on the right hand side. When they got to the top of the stairs it led into a narrow balcony that if you looked over the railing on

the right hand side you could see down stairs. BethAnn saw the red bench she had sat on just a few minutes before and the grandfather clock and the front

door. She also saw the glossy stair case behind the bench and realized that if she kept walking along the balcony she would be able to go down those stairs.

There were several doors on the left hand side of the balcony and they passed three of them. When they got to the fourth one Glenda opened it and turned

the light on. “This is the bathroom. “I'll leave the light on in case you need to get up during the night.” Glenda said. Then she opened the next door and

turned on the light. It was a small bedroom, but it was beautiful. There was just a single bed in this room but it was a canopy bed and it had pink and

yellow flowers all over the spread and the canopy. The wallpaper was a pale stripe with bold pink border and on the border every 6 inches or so was a

beautiful bouquet of pink and yellow flowers, just like the bedspread and the canopy. All the furniture was white in this room and there was a fuzzy light

pink rug right beside the bed that covered up the hard wood floor. On the wall above the dresser was an oval shaped mirror framed in floral décor. Again

there were lace doilies that covered all the furniture. On the wall above the chest was a picture of a little girl with strawberry blonde curls, just like hers.

She even looked like her, but she knew that it wasn't. Then she realized it was her mother. She looked like she was about the same age as BethAnn in the

picture. The bed was against a wall and there was a nightstand with a plain pink lamp and a white lamp shade and next to that there was a window. In

front of the window was a little bench with no arms or rails. Just a pink cushion. The dresser and the chest were on the opposite wall from the bed.

Glenda pulled back the covers on the bed and motioned with her head for BethAnn to get in. “I will be in the room right next door. Go to sleep. I love

you.” She leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the room turning the light out behind her.

CHAPTER 3

BethAnn opened her eyes and tried to focus. She wiped her eyes and thought that it was odd that she didn't remember falling asleep. She had been so

tired. There was a faint smell that was filtering through her door and it smelled good. As a matter of fact it was making her hungry. Then she remembered

grandma had told her she was gonna cook breakfast. Bethann got up and looked out the window. Her mother was getting into the little red truck. “She

must be going to the store or something.” Thought Bethann. She sure was getting hungry, so she decided to go downstairs. This time she went down the

stairs with the glossy looking wooden steps. When she got to the bottom of the steps she noticed there was a door to the left of the stair case. She hadn't

seen this before. She opened the door slowly to peak inside. She was curious. It was a small parlor with a sofa and chair and a fireplace. And there was a

huge bookcase on the far wall. Bethann wanted to look at some of the books, but she thought she would save that for later. Right now she was hungry. So

she went back through the door, and through the little room with the bench and around the corner into the dining room and into the kitchen. Grandma was

putting food on the table.

“Good morning sunshine! Have a seat!” Her grandma looked a little different this morning. She had her hair down and flipped up around the ends.

She had blue jeans and a red plaid shirt on. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down in front of BethAnn. “Eat up girl. We have lots of animals to

see today. Then later I'm gonna take you into town to get you some more clothes.” BethAnn couldn't wait. She was excited. So she ate with enthusiasm and

she ate fast. It was so good though that Bethann was almost sorry to be hurrying through it, but she really wanted to see the animals.

Margaret took her grandaughter over to the Shupert farm and gave her the grand tour. She got to milk a cow, feed the chickens and pigs and got to ride

a pony. She petted billy goats and got to watch a mom and 8 baby ducklings swimming along in the lake. Grandma had made them sandwiches and they'd

had a picnic for lunch that day. BethAnn had had such a good time that she hadn't even missed her mother. After the farm tour her grandmother took her back to the house and she got a bath. She had to put her same old clothes on, but she felt better still. Then they went into town and grandma took her to all

the little shops and bought her five little short outfits and two pretty dresses and three different pairs of shoes. Then she treated her to an ice cream cone at

the “Tasty Freeze”. It was almost supper time when they got back home. Now she began to wonder where her mother was. She noticed the little red truck

was still not there. So she asked.

“Where did mama go?” She asked her grandmother.

Margaret was angry that she was gonna have to do this to her granddaughter. But, her and Glenda had had a fight the night before right after Bethann

went to bed. Glenda wanted her mother to give her money again and Margaret knew from experience that Glenda didn't use her money wisely. As a matter

of fact she was quite sure that she was using it for something that she didn't want around her granddaughter. When Margaret wouldn't give in Glenda told

her that she would leave. But, Margaret didn't want her to take Bethann. She pleaded with her to let her stay. “She needs to be in a stable environment

Glenda!” She told her daughter. In the end Glenda agreed to leave and to leave Bethann with her mother until she was better off.

“She went to visit a friend.” Margaret said.

“When will she be back?” BethAnn was scared. She didn't know why, but she was scared. She just thought it was strange that her mother would go

visit a friend and not tell her.

“I don't know honey. It may be a while. Her friend is sick” Margaret was reaching for words. “But, you and I are gonna get to know each other real

well and we are gonna have so much fun around here!” She tried to sound excited. And a part of her was excited to get to know her grand daughter better.

But, she was worried about her daughter and how it was gonna effect BethAnn.

BethAnn thought about what her grandmother was saying. At first she felt a little panic way down deep in her heart, but her grandma was standing in

front of her smiling with those warm blue eyes and she seemed to be so excited to be spending time with her that it made Bethann feel better. “Okay. Will

she call?” That was something Bethann could look forward to she thought.

“I'm not sure honey. Her friend is pretty sick. But, if she does you will be the first to know so you can talk to her.” Margaret smiled at the child. “Now

go wash up and I'm gonna fix us some supper.” Do you like pork chops?”

“Hmm! I love pork chops. I used to have them at the “Whiskey River”. Mama always got me corn on the cob and mash potatoes with them.”

“Well then, corn on the cob and mashed potatoes it is. Now go on up and wash up then you can come down here and tell me more about this “Whiskey

River” place while I cook our dinner. And maybe you can even help.” Margaret was not surprised to hear that the child had been eating dinner at some

“Whiskey” place, but it made her mad anyway and she planned on getting as much detail as she could from Bethann.

When Bethann came down from washing up Margaret was no where to be found. There was something boiling on the stove. So Bethann felt sure her

grandmother would be back soon. So she decided she would surprise her grandmother and set the table. There were napkins on the table in a holder and

Bethann took napkins out of it and sat one in front of her and the other across the table from her. Then she went to the silverware drawer and pulled out

two knives, two forks, and two spoons. As she laid them neatly on the napkins, something on the stove started hissing. When Bethann looked at the stove

she saw a large pot spewing foamy white bubbles all over the place. Bethann didn't know how to cook but she knew how to turn the stove off. So she

went over and found the knob that said left front burner. She turned it to the off position and hopped back, because the white foamy stuff was dripping

over the side of the stove now. “Grandma! Come quick!” Bethann yelled thinking that maybe her grandmother would hear her yell. But, she never

answered. Bethann began walking around the house and looking to see if she could find her. She was no where to be found. She started to worry and got

really scared. “Where is she?” She asked herself.. Then Bethann heard the front screen door slam. “Grandma, hurry up!” She yelled. She heard her foot

steps but something made her a little nervous. Those foot steps sounded too heavy to be grandma's. And she recognized them with fear. Suddenly she took

off and ran up the back stairs. When she got to the top of the stairs she stopped. Her heart was racing so fast. She knew that was Howard. She had heard

those foot steps so many times. She didn't know where to hide but she knew she had to. Then she thought, she would just creep back down the other stairs

and maybe she could slide out the front door. So she ran as quietly as she could to the top of the other stairs and squatted down so that if someone came up

the other stairs they would not see her. She could hear those creeky steps squeaking and the thud of his heavy boots as he walked up the stairs. Then she

heard him call out her name.

“BethAnn! Where are you? Come on out here. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk to you and your Mama. Bethann!”As he was talking he was

slowly walking on to the landing upstairs and when he got there he walked across to the other side and peaked over the railing to see if maybe the little girl

had gone downstairs. But, he didn't see anything so he figured she was hiding somewhere on the second floor. When he walked into the first room

Bethann tiptoed quickly to the bottom of the stairs and walked into the closed door on the left hand side at the bottom of the stairs. She was panting

heavily and her chest was hurting. She was so scared. She listened, but she didn't hear anything. It was very quiet. After what seemed like an hour,

Bethann slowly opened the door to the sitting room and crept out into the room where the red velvety bench was. She kept looking up the stairs to if she

could see or hear him. Then she tiptoed around the corner into the dining room. She was calming down a bit. She knew all she had to do is make it to the

back door and she would be safe and he would still be searching the whole upstairs. She pushed the swinging door to the kitchen open slowly and when

she didn't see anyone she ran to the back door. When she opened the door her heart dropped to her feet and her breath went nearly to her toes. There he

was. Standing right in front of her. Before she could even turn to run he grabbed her arm and said “There you are brat! Now, me and you are gonna have

a nice long chat.” He pushed her back in the back door. “Where is your mama?” He asked her.

“She's not here. She went to take care of a sick friend. Where's my grandma?” She was crying now and scared.

“I don't know where your grandma is, but I want my truck back kid!” He yelled as he picked her up and sat her down on one of the chairs with all the

roosters and apples on it.

“Mama took the truck. Grandma said she went to see a sick friend and don't know when she'll be back.” Bethann was crying and shaking. She was so

scared. She had seen Howard get angry before and knew how mad he could get.

“Well, I am just gonna wait right here until she gets back.” Howard was angry. He had hope to just get his truck and leave. He hadn't planned on being

here very long. He glanced over at the mess on the floor where the pot had boiled over. “You been trying to cook? How long you been here by

yourself?”Surely the little brat hadn't been trying to cook for herself, he thought to himself.

“No! Grandma was cooking us dinner. She'll be back soon and she's gonna bring the police with her.! Bethann hoped that her grandma would be back

soon. She was confused and worried and scared. Howard didn't like her and she didn't know what he was gonna do to her.

Howard started looking around in the draws and finally found a drawer with dish towels. He threw a couple of them on the floor in front of the stove.

He dobbed at the wet mess and soaked most of it up into the towels, then he threw the towels in the sink. “Where's the mop kid?” He asked Bethann. He

might as well clean up the mess before somebody fell in it he thought.

“I don't know. I never seen grandma mop.” Bethann was beginning to calm down a little. She had stopped shaking at least. Now she was beginning to

think a little more clear and wondered how she could get away from Howard.

He finally found the mop and when he finished cleaning up the mess he looked at BethAnn and saw that she was terrified. He was angry that her mother

took his truck. As a matter of fact he was angry about a lot of things her mother had done. But, he wasn't really angry at her. He never liked having her

around much. She was a typical kid, always getting in the way, but she never really did anything to make him mad. Looking at her now and seeing her

shake and act like she was terrified kind of made him feel a little sorry that she was so scared of him. “What's the matter with you? You ain't scared of me

I wasn't here to hurt you. I ain't never hurt you. You got no reason to be scared of me.”

He said matter of fact and went to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of tea. “Where's the glasses?” He looked at

are ya? I told you BethAnn and waited for her to point to which cabinet he was to find a glass in. But, she just stared at him. Ice cold stare. It made him uncomfortable and

now he was getting annoyed with her. “Look kid, all I want to know is where the damn glasses are!” He yelled. And as he yelled he pounded his fist on the

counter top.

BethAnn cringed when she saw him slam his fist down and she thought for a minute she might urinate on herself. Her heart was racing again and she

was desperate to find a way to get out. “The damn glasses are in the damn cabinet above the damn counter that you just slammed your damn hand on!” She

couldn't believe her words, but she was scared and she was angry and she was tired of this man threatening her. Then she did something that amazed

herself. She ran toward Howard as fast as she could and she kicked him as hard as she possibly could, right in the shin. “Ow!” She cried as she fell

backwards and landed on her rear end. She was sure she must have broken her foot. Howard was really cussing now. “Kid! You are one brave little bugger,

I'll give you that!” He yelled after he finished his round of expletives. Then he hopped over to the table and sat on one of the rooster/apple chairs.

BethAnn was still on the floor groaning and moaning about her foot. After he sat down and his shin stopped throbbing he couldn't help but to feel a little

sorry for the little girl crying on the floor. He could see her foot was red and puffy even from where he was sitting. “Alright, alright! I'll get you an ice

pack.” He opened the freezer and in the door was a powder puff blue icepack. He figured there would be one there. “Most old people keep ice packs in the

freezer.” he thought. “Look here, I'm gonna put this ice pack on your foot and when I do you better not kick me runt!” Then he knelt down in front of her

and lightly placed the ice pack on her foot.

BethAnn was moaning. Her foot was numb, but her leg was hurting. She was confused. Why was he putting an ice pack on her foot. Like he cared. It

didn't matter. It wasn't gonna make her trust him. Then she thought about watching him drag her mother out of the house by one foot. There were other

times too. Like the time she came home from playing with a neighbor and found him with one hand around her mama's neck and she was pressed up

against a wall and he was cussing at her and pounding the wall with the other fist. So he had to be up to no good.

“Where is my grandma?” She yelled. Suddenly she realized that he must have done something with her grandma. “What did you do to her?” She

started slapping at him. Howard backed away a little.

“Listen, I don't know where your grandma is and I already told you I am not gonna hurt you. I didn't come here to hurt anybody. I just want my truck.

Calm down!” He reached across her hurt foot and grabbed both of her arms at one time. Finally she quit struggling. But tears were streaming down her

face and she was sobbing. “Just settle down. How about I help you look for your grandma?”

“I don't trust you! I seen the things you did to my mother. And you did hurt her!” BethAnn didn't care anymore whether he hurt her or not. She had

already decided that she was gonna fight no matter what.

“The only thing you ever saw was either me defending myself or me holding back from really hurting your mama. You just don't know the whole story

kid. You don't know what kind of things she done to me.” Howard was starting to boil inside just thinking about it. “Ten thousand dollars in the bank that

I busted my but to save and earn, and that hmm woman, got her hands on my account and took every penny. And still I let her stay at my house with her

runt kid.” Howard nodded at her and said, “Yeah, that's right, you were that runt kid. Then she brought all kinds of druggies to my house when I wasn't

home and they took all kinds of stuff. I came home from work one day and there was one of them no good for nothing slobs, laying in my bed, eating my

food and smoking pot. You weren't home. When I told him to leave he laughed at me. That was an awful mess. By the time I got through with that guy do

you know your mama was mad at me. I couldn't believe it! Mad at me!” Howard looked at BethAnn and saw that she had her face in her hands and was

sobbing. He thought maybe he should stop talking about her mama. And so he did.

“Look kid, I really want to help you find your grandma. I shouldn't have said those things about your mama, I was just mad. I'm tired and I just wanted

to find my truck and I didn't expect to run into you and all this mess to be happening. Come on, what do you say. I'm gonna take a look around and see if I

can see where she went.” Howard got up and started walking towards the door. BethAnn whimpered. “I can't, my foot hurts.”

“Okay, well I tell you what, I will carry you.” Howard reached down and scooped the little girl up in his arms. “I have an idea. Do you like piggy back

rides?” BethAnn nodded her approval. “Okay then.” And with one swift move Howard swung the little girl around his body and onto his back. He headed out

the kitchen door and as the screen door slammed behind them, he just kind of stood there taking in the sights and not knowing where to start. To the left

was an old barn that was now used for a garage and a shed. The door was half open and he could see there was a white jeep wrangler parked inside. “Is

that your grandma's car?”

BethAnn nodded yes. “Do you think she's in there?” Bethann was a little afraid.

“I don't know but, you stay here and I will go look.” He sat her down on a big barrel that was on the back porch. And as he walked over to the barn,

BethAnn got the feeling for the first time that maybe he wasn't so bad after all. He seemed like he was trying to help her. He disappeared into the barn and

for a minute she was a little concerned that maybe he wouldn't come out of there. But, just as she was thinking that he stepped out. He wasn't walking fast

or anything and from the looks of it she didn't think he had found her grandma in there. When he approached the porch he turned toward the other side of

the porch and asked her “What's in there?” He was looking at a little metal shed.

“I think grandma keeps preserve stuff out there. She let me try some. It was pretty good, kind of like jelly. She had a bunch of grape and peach

flavored. She was gonna let me try some strawberry too, but I got full.”

Howard didn't say anything but he walked over and opened the little tin shed. It was dark in there but there was a string to pull that turned on a small 40

watt light bulb. As Howard glanced around, he saw jars and jars of preserves. He didn't bother going inside, it was too dark to see anyway. He would

need a flash light. Maybe tomorrow in the daylight he would look again in the shed if they had not found her yet. It was turning dusk and Howard knew

there wasn't gonna be much looking going on this evening without help and a lot more light.

                                          

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Strangers Chapter One
The road was dark and bumpy and the little truck was very loud to Beth Ann. She squirmed in her seat. It was so hot and her little body ached from being so tired. She
and her mother had been in this little truck for hours. She was very sleepy but the scene they left behind kept playing over and over in her little head. Beth Ann was soon to
turn seven and had seen way too much in her short little life. “Are we there yet?” She asked her mother, half pleading with a little whimper in her voice.

     “Almost baby girl! Almost!” Glenda Martin answered. Her strawberry blonde hair whipped wildly in the truck as she flew down the bumpy dirt road. Sweat dripped from her face. Even the breeze from the speed of the truck didn't cool them off. The truck had no air conditioning. Glenda looked over at her daughter. Beth Ann was curled up on the seat as if she were in a bed. She had a rolled up shirt under her head for a pillow and her strawberry curls bounced up and down and rolled all over her makeshift pillow. “When we get to grandma's I'll fix you a big ole lemon-aide with lots of ice and there's a big ole soft bed for you to crawl up in and go to sleep. Okay? Just hold on a little longer baby girl.”

      Beth Ann wiped the tears out of her eyes. She didn't want her mother to see her crying. But, she was so tired! She had gone from being terrified to being utterly exhausted. And every time she closed her eyes all she could see was him. That face. His big shoulders dragging her mother by her feet with one hand and with the other he was opening doors. Well beating them open with his fist actually. Her mother was kicking and screaming the whole time.When he finally got her to the front door he drug her out on the porch and slammed the door in her face. “Get of here girl! Don't nobody want you or your snot nosed brat here anymore.” Then he noticed Beth Ann standing in the corner crying.       

     “Damn! Am I gonna have to drag you out too?” His face was all scrunched up and red and he looked bigger than she had ever seen anybody look. Beth Ann was shaking and she could hear her mother calling out to her on the porch. But, all she could think about was what was he gonna do to her if he got a hold of her. She started stepping backwards and finally she turned around and ran to the back door. When she got to the door she opened it and slammed it behind her and then ran around the house to where her mother was
still standing on the porch, banging on the front door and yelling.

     “Howard open this door and give me my baby! Don't you touch my baby!” Then Glenda saw Beth Ann out of the corner of her eye and she leaped across the steps and grabbed her in her arms. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?” She asked with a wild look in her eyes that she had never seen  before. 
      Beth Ann shook her head no and said “He didn't.” Her mother sat her back down and took her by the hand. She tiptoed and crept over to the old red truck parked on the little dirt drive, dragging Beth Ann after her all the way. When they got to the truck, she turned to her and put one finger over her mouth to signal BethAnn to be quiet. She opened the door and pushed her into the passenger side of the truck and then she got in and started feeling around on the dash and the seat. Finally she pulled up a key out of the ashtray and gave BethAnn a half little grin. She put the key in the ignition turned it
and cranked it and slammed the door at the same time. Then she jammed it into reverse and gunned it backwards down the dirt drive. In the distance they could hear Howard yelling and screaming, but her mother just kept going. When she got to the end of the driveway she shifted the gear to go forward and floored it. 

“They were out of there”. Thought BethAnn. “Thank God!”

     They didn't talk anymore after that for about an hour. Then BethAnn got worried. “Where are we going?” She asked her mother.

     “Grandma's. How does that sound. You never met your grandma. I bet she will like you!” Glenda said. In her thoughts though, she only hoped her mother would feel that way about BethAnn, because she sure didn't feel that way about her. Ever since she ran away from home, things had been strained between her and her mother. The last time she saw her, she was kicking Glenda out of her house.

     “I thought Grandma was a mean old lady?” Beth Ann asked. “That's what you said when you called her that time to borrow money. You said she was
just a mean old lady anyway.”

     Glenda tried to avoid a conversation with her daughter about her mother. “Now don't you worry. Who wouldn't like a pretty little girl like you?” Glenda bit her lip and said a silent little prayer that things would go easy when she got to her mothers house. She was gonna pull over and call her, but she didn't have any money for the pay phone. And she'd never even owned a cell phone. Never had the money for one. When she glanced over at BethAnn she saw that she had fallen asleep and was relieved that she didn't have to talk to her anymore about her mother. The road was getting more narrow and dark
and Glenda new that her turn would be coming up soon. Her mother's old house sat on a two acre lot backed up to a dairy farm, and it was way out in the
country. And sometimes if the wind was just right, you could smell the chicken manure as if it were right out on the front yard. Tonight she was already smelling it through the open windows of the old beat up truck. When she went around the curve she saw the old gray mail box poking out of the tree. It was the darndest thing ever. Mr. Shupert the old dairy farmer had a way of making what he called engineering designs with lots of things around there. He had an old windmill that he had rigged up next to his house that his wife used for a clothes line. Every so often you would see that wind mill turning with
the likes of Mr. Shupert's underwear and Mrs. Shupert's delicates as well. Then there was the mail box. There was this big oak tree at the end of the Mr. Shupert's drive and somehow he embedded that mail box half way into the tree trunk. He did that because teenagers would drive through in the middle of the night and knock his mail box over and he got tired of going out there and fixing it every day. But, the mailbox in the tree trunk was truly a neat thing to see. It gave the illusion that the tree had a mouth. Especially after Mr. Shupert put two eyes above it. People around town would say that they thought they saw that tree talking when they drove by it at night. As Glenda turned down the dirt drive on the other side of the mail box the little truck really hopped over the rutty road and BethAnn woke up. “Where are we?” she asked as she sat up wide eyed with shock over the sudden awakening.

     “We are here! At the end of this drive is Grandma's!” Glenda was a little bit excited herself. Even though she didn't know how her mother would react she was just as anxious to see the old house and her old bedroom. It had been a long time.

CHAPTER TWO

When Glenda pulled up to the old two story farm house she was immediately calmed. There was always something so calming about this house. The front
porch was just as welcoming as it always was. Even in the dark. There was an old chime, shaped like a couple of big leaves and made out of copper that
had been there for years and they were just as vocal as they had always been. Clanging in the breeze. When they parked the truck Glenda noticed that the
breeze had turned a little cool and as she got out of the truck and stretched she just stood there for a minute and enjoyed the cool air on her face and her
arms. She noticed the little yellow tank top she had on was wet with sweat and her blue jeans felt like they were stuck to her body. All the lights were off
at the house except for the little light that hung on the front porch. It was always on. She reached in the truck and nudged BethAnn. “We're here baby!
Wake up!” She had dozed back off for a minute. BethAnn stretched her legs out straight. Her red stretch shorts clung to her legs and her little sleeveless
button up summer shirt was all crinkled up. Her little ringlets flipped forward on her head as she stepped out of the truck. Like her mother she stretched
and seemed to enjoy the cool breeze.
“Mama, Grandma must be asleep. You think she will be mad if we wake her up?” BethAnn didn't really trust her mother's judgement. She had proved
to have poor judgement so many times in the past. Even BethAnn could have made some better decisions, she thought. But she was her mother and
BethAnn loved her and whatever anger she had about the life they had, she kept it to herself. She knew if she said anything it might mean that she couldn't
live with her mother any more and that would devastate her.
“Naw baby! Come on! We are home!” Glenda was almost shouting. And this had BethAnn worried. It seemed like every time her mother got excited
about something it was usually followed by some big blowout with someone. And then they would have to high tail it out of where ever they were. But
still, she followed her mother up the porch and to the front door. It shocked BethAnn when Glenda just opened the door and didn't knock. But, she latched
on to Glenda's shirt and followed closely behind. The screen door slammed behind them, but Glenda was careful with the inside door. She closed it
quietly behind them. BethAnn looked around. The house was not very big but it was very nicely decorated. There was a stair case almost directly in frontof the door and it had glossy wooden steps. The banister was white and pearly looking. BethAnn didn't expect things to look so fancy by the way the
house looked on the outside. But Margeret Martin always loved the fancier things in life and she had always decorated her house like that. To the left of
the stair case was a bench with a red velvety cushion for a seat and it was trimmed in that same glossy wood that the stairs were made out of. On the other
side of the bench was a little round table with a white lace doily and brass lamp with a white embroidered lamp shade that had little cottony balls dangling
off the sides.
“Go sit down on that bench and I'll be back in a minute. Don't touch anything. I don't want you to make any noise right now. I'm gonna see if I can find
Grandma.” Glenda disappeared around the corner. BethAnn continued to look around. There was a big grandfather clock that stood next to the front door
that BethAnn had not noticed when she walked in. But now as she sat on the bench she heard it making a clicking and buzzing noise. It also was made of
that same glossy wood and it was quite beautiful BethAnn thought. She looked at the wall where her mother disappeared around the corner and saw a huge
picture of a Chinese lady in fancy Chinese clothes. She had one of those beautiful fans in front of her face and her huge brown eyes were staring at
BethAnn. She had to look away. The way she was staring at her, it was a little scary looking. Then her mother appeared around the corner again and waved to her to follow her. Bethann
got up and followed her. When she turned around the corner she saw that she was in a dining room. It had a huge round dining table, again made out of
that same glossy wood. And there was a buffet against the wall on the other side of the table. The whole dining suit was of course, made out of that glossy
wood. In the far corner was a china cabinet with beautiful white shiny plates and saucers and cups. All three pieces of furniture were covered in lace
doilies. In the center of the table was a big fruit bowl with beautiful pieces of fruit hanging out of it. It made Bethann hungry. She kept walking and as
they passed through a swinging door, she realized they were now in the kitchen. There were roosters everywhere. All over the walls, even the centerpiece
on the kitchen table was a carved wooden rooster. Her mother pulled out one of the metal framed chairs that was under the
table and motioned BethAnn to sit. She noticed the cloth that covered the seat was covered in roosters and red apples. In the corner was a door with the top
half of the door made out of smoky glass.There was a double porcelain sink surrounded by beautifully crafted kitchen cabinets make out of the same shiny
wood as everything else in grandma's house. To the left of the sink was a four burner stove with an oven above it.There was a refrigerator next to the
stove and Glenda brought out a bowl of something and a jug of milk. Then she put a napkin in front of her with a piece of cold fried chicken on it. Then
she poured her and her daughter a glass of milk and she sat down at the table in front of Bethann.
“Who's there?” It was Grandma, Bethann realized.
“It's me mama.” Glenda yelled out. “It's Glenda. I have Bethann with me.” Glenda hoped that her mother would not be angry.
The door on the other side of the kitchen opened. Bethann realized there was a staircase there too. A tall lady with red hair stepped down into the
kitchen. Her hair was a dark red and was balled up on top of her head. She had a lacy green housecoat on and little fuzzy green slippers that matched. She
looked a lot like her mother thought Bethann, but she was older and a little wider. Her eyes were soft blue like her mothers and she had that same upturned
nose and pouty looking mouth but her lips were a lot thinner than her mother's. “What in landsakes have we here? Glenda who is this precious little thing?
This can't be BethAnn! You told me she was beautiful but I never imagined she would be this beautiful.” Margaret had just fallen in love with her
grandaughter.
Bethann liked this lady immediately. She didn't seem so mean she thought.
“Look at all that hair and those beautiful curls! How old are you honey?” Margaret was leaning over in front of her and reaching out to touch her hair.
She scrunched her curls and pinched her cheek lightly.
“Six. But, I will be seven next week.” Bethann answered her with a sweet tone in her voice. She wanted her to keep liking her.
“Glenda take this baby up to bed!” And turning back to Bethann she said, “In the morning, I'm gonna make you a big breakfast with some homemade
biscuits and molasses. Then I'm gonna take you over to Mr. Shupert's farm and show you all the animals. Would you like that?”
BethAnn nodded at her Grandma, then her mother took her by the hand and led her up the same stairs that her grandma came down. These stairs were
wooden too, but they weren't glossy like the other ones. As a matter of fact they were kind of old looking and they creaked a lot. There were walls on both
sides of them and a hand rail on the right hand side. When they got to the top of the stairs it led into a narrow balcony that if you looked over the railing on
the right hand side you could see down stairs. BethAnn saw the red bench she had sat on just a few minutes before and the grandfather clock and the front
door. She also saw the glossy stair case behind the bench and realized that if she kept walking along the balcony she would be able to go down those stairs.
There were several doors on the left hand side of the balcony and they passed three of them. When they got to the fourth one Glenda opened it and turned
the light on. “This is the bathroom. “I'll leave the light on in case you need to get up during the night.” Glenda said. Then she opened the next door and
turned on the light. It was a small bedroom, but it was beautiful. There was just a single bed in this room but it was a canopy bed and it had pink and
yellow flowers all over the spread and the canopy. The wallpaper was a pale stripe with bold pink border and on the border every 6 inches or so was a
beautiful bouquet of pink and yellow flowers, just like the bedspread and the canopy. All the furniture was white in this room and there was a fuzzy light
pink rug right beside the bed that covered up the hard wood floor. On the wall above the dresser was an oval shaped mirror framed in floral décor. Again
there were lace doilies that covered all the furniture. On the wall above the chest was a picture of a little girl with strawberry blonde curls, just like hers.
She even looked like her, but she knew that it wasn't. Then she realized it was her mother. She looked like she was about the same age as BethAnn in the
picture. The bed was against a wall and there was a nightstand with a plain pink lamp and a white lamp shade and next to that there was a window. In
front of the window was a little bench with no arms or rails. Just a pink cushion. The dresser and the chest were on the opposite wall from the bed.
Glenda pulled back the covers on the bed and motioned with her head for BethAnn to get in. “I will be in the room right next door. Go to sleep. I love
you.” She leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the room turning the light out behind her.

CHAPTER 3

BethAnn opened her eyes and tried to focus. She wiped her eyes and thought that it was odd that she didn't remember falling asleep. She had been so
tired. There was a faint smell that was filtering through her door and it smelled good. As a matter of fact it was making her hungry. Then she remembered
grandma had told her she was gonna cook breakfast. Bethann got up and looked out the window. Her mother was getting into the little red truck. “She
must be going to the store or something.” Thought Bethann. She sure was getting hungry, so she decided to go downstairs. This time she went down the
stairs with the glossy looking wooden steps. When she got to the bottom of the steps she noticed there was a door to the left of the stair case. She hadn't
seen this before. She opened the door slowly to peak inside. She was curious. It was a small parlor with a sofa and chair and a fireplace. And there was a
huge bookcase on the far wall. Bethann wanted to look at some of the books, but she thought she would save that for later. Right now she was hungry. So
she went back through the door, and through the little room with the bench and around the corner into the dining room and into the kitchen. Grandma was
putting food on the table.
“Good morning sunshine! Have a seat!” Her grandma looked a little different this morning. She had her hair down and flipped up around the ends.
She had blue jeans and a red plaid shirt on. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down in front of BethAnn. “Eat up girl. We have lots of animals to
see today. Then later I'm gonna take you into town to get you some more clothes.” BethAnn couldn't wait. She was excited. So she ate with enthusiasm and
she ate fast. It was so good though that Bethann was almost sorry to be hurrying through it, but she really wanted to see the animals.
Margaret took her grandaughter over to the Shupert farm and gave her the grand tour. She got to milk a cow, feed the chickens and pigs and got to ride
a pony. She petted billy goats and got to watch a mom and 8 baby ducklings swimming along in the lake. Grandma had made them sandwiches and they'd
had a picnic for lunch that day. BethAnn had had such a good time that she hadn't even missed her mother. After the farm tour her grandmother took her back to the house and she got a bath. She had to put her same old clothes on, but she felt better still. Then they went into town and grandma took her to all
the little shops and bought her five little short outfits and two pretty dresses and three different pairs of shoes. Then she treated her to an ice cream cone at
the “Tasty Freeze”. It was almost supper time when they got back home. Now she began to wonder where her mother was. She noticed the little red truck
was still not there. So she asked.
“Where did mama go?” She asked her grandmother.
Margaret was angry that she was gonna have to do this to her granddaughter. But, her and Glenda had had a fight the night before right after Bethann
went to bed. Glenda wanted her mother to give her money again and Margaret knew from experience that Glenda didn't use her money wisely. As a matter
of fact she was quite sure that she was using it for something that she didn't want around her granddaughter. When Margaret wouldn't give in Glenda told
her that she would leave. But, Margaret didn't want her to take Bethann. She pleaded with her to let her stay. “She needs to be in a stable environment
Glenda!” She told her daughter. In the end Glenda agreed to leave and to leave Bethann with her mother until she was better off.
“She went to visit a friend.” Margaret said.
“When will she be back?” BethAnn was scared. She didn't know why, but she was scared. She just thought it was strange that her mother would go
visit a friend and not tell her.
“I don't know honey. It may be a while. Her friend is sick” Margaret was reaching for words. “But, you and I are gonna get to know each other real
well and we are gonna have so much fun around here!” She tried to sound excited. And a part of her was excited to get to know her grand daughter better.
But, she was worried about her daughter and how it was gonna effect BethAnn.
BethAnn thought about what her grandmother was saying. At first she felt a little panic way down deep in her heart, but her grandma was standing in
front of her smiling with those warm blue eyes and she seemed to be so excited to be spending time with her that it made Bethann feel better. “Okay. Will
she call?” That was something Bethann could look forward to she thought.
“I'm not sure honey. Her friend is pretty sick. But, if she does you will be the first to know so you can talk to her.” Margaret smiled at the child. “Now
go wash up and I'm gonna fix us some supper.” Do you like pork chops?”
“Hmm! I love pork chops. I used to have them at the “Whiskey River”. Mama always got me corn on the cob and mash potatoes with them.”
“Well then, corn on the cob and mashed potatoes it is. Now go on up and wash up then you can come down here and tell me more about this “Whiskey
River” place while I cook our dinner. And maybe you can even help.” Margaret was not surprised to hear that the child had been eating dinner at some
“Whiskey” place, but it made her mad anyway and she planned on getting as much detail as she could from Bethann.
When Bethann came down from washing up Margaret was no where to be found. There was something boiling on the stove. So Bethann felt sure her
grandmother would be back soon. So she decided she would surprise her grandmother and set the table. There were napkins on the table in a holder and
Bethann took napkins out of it and sat one in front of her and the other across the table from her. Then she went to the silverware drawer and pulled out
two knives, two forks, and two spoons. As she laid them neatly on the napkins, something on the stove started hissing. When Bethann looked at the stove
she saw a large pot spewing foamy white bubbles all over the place. Bethann didn't know how to cook but she knew how to turn the stove off. So she
went over and found the knob that said left front burner. She turned it to the off position and hopped back, because the white foamy stuff was dripping
over the side of the stove now. “Grandma! Come quick!” Bethann yelled thinking that maybe her grandmother would hear her yell. But, she never
answered. Bethann began walking around the house and looking to see if she could find her. She was no where to be found. She started to worry and got
really scared. “Where is she?” She asked herself.. Then Bethann heard the front screen door slam. “Grandma, hurry up!” She yelled. She heard her foot
steps but something made her a little nervous. Those foot steps sounded too heavy to be grandma's. And she recognized them with fear. Suddenly she took
off and ran up the back stairs. When she got to the top of the stairs she stopped. Her heart was racing so fast. She knew that was Howard. She had heard
those foot steps so many times. She didn't know where to hide but she knew she had to. Then she thought, she would just creep back down the other stairs
and maybe she could slide out the front door. So she ran as quietly as she could to the top of the other stairs and squatted down so that if someone came up
the other stairs they would not see her. She could hear those creeky steps squeaking and the thud of his heavy boots as he walked up the stairs. Then she
heard him call out her name.
“BethAnn! Where are you? Come on out here. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk to you and your Mama. Bethann!”As he was talking he was
slowly walking on to the landing upstairs and when he got there he walked across to the other side and peaked over the railing to see if maybe the little girl
had gone downstairs. But, he didn't see anything so he figured she was hiding somewhere on the second floor. When he walked into the first room
Bethann tiptoed quickly to the bottom of the stairs and walked into the closed door on the left hand side at the bottom of the stairs. She was panting
heavily and her chest was hurting. She was so scared. She listened, but she didn't hear anything. It was very quiet. After what seemed like an hour,
Bethann slowly opened the door to the sitting room and crept out into the room where the red velvety bench was. She kept looking up the stairs to if she
could see or hear him. Then she tiptoed around the corner into the dining room. She was calming down a bit. She knew all she had to do is make it to the
back door and she would be safe and he would still be searching the whole upstairs. She pushed the swinging door to the kitchen open slowly and when
she didn't see anyone she ran to the back door. When she opened the door her heart dropped to her feet and her breath went nearly to her toes. There he
was. Standing right in front of her. Before she could even turn to run he grabbed her arm and said “There you are brat! Now, me and you are gonna have
a nice long chat.” He pushed her back in the back door. “Where is your mama?” He asked her.
“She's not here. She went to take care of a sick friend. Where's my grandma?” She was crying now and scared.
“I don't know where your grandma is, but I want my truck back kid!” He yelled as he picked her up and sat her down on one of the chairs with all the
roosters and apples on it.
“Mama took the truck. Grandma said she went to see a sick friend and don't know when she'll be back.” Bethann was crying and shaking. She was so
scared. She had seen Howard get angry before and knew how mad he could get.
“Well, I am just gonna wait right here until she gets back.” Howard was angry. He had hope to just get his truck and leave. He hadn't planned on being
here very long. He glanced over at the mess on the floor where the pot had boiled over. “You been trying to cook? How long you been here by
yourself?”Surely the little brat hadn't been trying to cook for herself, he thought to himself.
“No! Grandma was cooking us dinner. She'll be back soon and she's gonna bring the police with her.! Bethann hoped that her grandma would be back
soon. She was confused and worried and scared. Howard didn't like her and she didn't know what he was gonna do to her.
Howard started looking around in the draws and finally found a drawer with dish towels. He threw a couple of them on the floor in front of the stove.
He dobbed at the wet mess and soaked most of it up into the towels, then he threw the towels in the sink. “Where's the mop kid?” He asked Bethann. He
might as well clean up the mess before somebody fell in it he thought.
“I don't know. I never seen grandma mop.” Bethann was beginning to calm down a little. She had stopped shaking at least. Now she was beginning to
think a little more clear and wondered how she could get away from Howard.
He finally found the mop and when he finished cleaning up the mess he looked at BethAnn and saw that she was terrified. He was angry that her mother
took his truck. As a matter of fact he was angry about a lot of things her mother had done. But, he wasn't really angry at her. He never liked having her
around much. She was a typical kid, always getting in the way, but she never really did anything to make him mad. Looking at her now and seeing her
shake and act like she was terrified kind of made him feel a little sorry that she was so scared of him. “What's the matter with you? You ain't scared of me
I wasn't here to hurt you. I ain't never hurt you. You got no reason to be scared of me.”
He said matter of fact and went to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of tea. “Where's the glasses?” He looked at
are ya? I told you BethAnn and waited for her to point to which cabinet he was to find a glass in. But, she just stared at him. Ice cold stare. It made him uncomfortable and
now he was getting annoyed with her. “Look kid, all I want to know is where the damn glasses are!” He yelled. And as he yelled he pounded his fist on the
counter top.
BethAnn cringed when she saw him slam his fist down and she thought for a minute she might urinate on herself. Her heart was racing again and she
was desperate to find a way to get out. “The damn glasses are in the damn cabinet above the damn counter that you just slammed your damn hand on!” She
couldn't believe her words, but she was scared and she was angry and she was tired of this man threatening her. Then she did something that amazed
herself. She ran toward Howard as fast as she could and she kicked him as hard as she possibly could, right in the shin. “Ow!” She cried as she fell
backwards and landed on her rear end. She was sure she must have broken her foot. Howard was really cussing now. “Kid! You are one brave little bugger,
I'll give you that!” He yelled after he finished his round of expletives. Then he hopped over to the table and sat on one of the rooster/apple chairs.
BethAnn was still on the floor groaning and moaning about her foot. After he sat down and his shin stopped throbbing he couldn't help but to feel a little
sorry for the little girl crying on the floor. He could see her foot was red and puffy even from where he was sitting. “Alright, alright! I'll get you an ice
pack.” He opened the freezer and in the door was a powder puff blue icepack. He figured there would be one there. “Most old people keep ice packs in the
freezer.” he thought. “Look here, I'm gonna put this ice pack on your foot and when I do you better not kick me runt!” Then he knelt down in front of her
and lightly placed the ice pack on her foot.
BethAnn was moaning. Her foot was numb, but her leg was hurting. She was confused. Why was he putting an ice pack on her foot. Like he cared. It
didn't matter. It wasn't gonna make her trust him. Then she thought about watching him drag her mother out of the house by one foot. There were other
times too. Like the time she came home from playing with a neighbor and found him with one hand around her mama's neck and she was pressed up
against a wall and he was cussing at her and pounding the wall with the other fist. So he had to be up to no good.
“Where is my grandma?” She yelled. Suddenly she realized that he must have done something with her grandma. “What did you do to her?” She
started slapping at him. Howard backed away a little.
“Listen, I don't know where your grandma is and I already told you I am not gonna hurt you. I didn't come here to hurt anybody. I just want my truck.
Calm down!” He reached across her hurt foot and grabbed both of her arms at one time. Finally she quit struggling. But tears were streaming down her
face and she was sobbing. “Just settle down. How about I help you look for your grandma?”
“I don't trust you! I seen the things you did to my mother. And you did hurt her!” BethAnn didn't care anymore whether he hurt her or not. She had
already decided that she was gonna fight no matter what.
“The only thing you ever saw was either me defending myself or me holding back from really hurting your mama. You just don't know the whole story
kid. You don't know what kind of things she done to me.” Howard was starting to boil inside just thinking about it. “Ten thousand dollars in the bank that
I busted my but to save and earn, and that hmm woman, got her hands on my account and took every penny. And still I let her stay at my house with her
runt kid.” Howard nodded at her and said, “Yeah, that's right, you were that runt kid. Then she brought all kinds of druggies to my house when I wasn't
home and they took all kinds of stuff. I came home from work one day and there was one of them no good for nothing slobs, laying in my bed, eating my
food and smoking pot. You weren't home. When I told him to leave he laughed at me. That was an awful mess. By the time I got through with that guy do
you know your mama was mad at me. I couldn't believe it! Mad at me!” Howard looked at BethAnn and saw that she had her face in her hands and was
sobbing. He thought maybe he should stop talking about her mama. And so he did.
“Look kid, I really want to help you find your grandma. I shouldn't have said those things about your mama, I was just mad. I'm tired and I just wanted
to find my truck and I didn't expect to run into you and all this mess to be happening. Come on, what do you say. I'm gonna take a look around and see if I
can see where she went.” Howard got up and started walking towards the door. BethAnn whimpered. “I can't, my foot hurts.”
“Okay, well I tell you what, I will carry you.” Howard reached down and scooped the little girl up in his arms. “I have an idea. Do you like piggy back
rides?” BethAnn nodded her approval. “Okay then.” And with one swift move Howard swung the little girl around his body and onto his back. He headed out
the kitchen door and as the screen door slammed behind them, he just kind of stood there taking in the sights and not knowing where to start. To the left
was an old barn that was now used for a garage and a shed. The door was half open and he could see there was a white jeep wrangler parked inside. “Is
that your grandma's car?”
BethAnn nodded yes. “Do you think she's in there?” Bethann was a little afraid.
“I don't know but, you stay here and I will go look.” He sat her down on a big barrel that was on the back porch. And as he walked over to the barn,
BethAnn got the feeling for the first time that maybe he wasn't so bad after all. He seemed like he was trying to help her. He disappeared into the barn and
for a minute she was a little concerned that maybe he wouldn't come out of there. But, just as she was thinking that he stepped out. He wasn't walking fast
or anything and from the looks of it she didn't think he had found her grandma in there. When he approached the porch he turned toward the other side of
the porch and asked her “What's in there?” He was looking at a little metal shed.
“I think grandma keeps preserve stuff out there. She let me try some. It was pretty good, kind of like jelly. She had a bunch of grape and peach
flavored. She was gonna let me try some strawberry too, but I got full.”
Howard didn't say anything but he walked over and opened the little tin shed. It was dark in there but there was a string to pull that turned on a small 40
watt light bulb. As Howard glanced around, he saw jars and jars of preserves. He didn't bother going inside, it was too dark to see anyway. He would
need a flash light. Maybe tomorrow in the daylight he would look again in the shed if they had not found her yet. It was turning dusk and Howard knew
there wasn't gonna be much looking going on this evening without help and a lot more light.

                                          
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Staring Back At Me

Cracked mirrors

Bending time

Jagged edges

Distort the lines

Trapped in pieces

These lesser selves

Reflecting images

Missing the helves

The thought in mind

a carved creation

with delicate design

for defamation

To all my demise

my internal reflect

I settle wise

with introspect

In mindful visuals

tho fragmented and chipped

shards of residuals

Scattered now

And hard to define

Yet, brought together

this face is still mine

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Staring Back At Me
Cracked mirrors
Bending time
Jagged edges
Distort the lines
Trapped in pieces
These lesser selves
Reflecting images
Missing the helves
The thought in mind
a carved creation
with delicate design
for defamation
To all my demise
my internal reflect
I settle wise
with introspect
In mindful visuals
tho fragmented and chipped
shards of residuals
Scattered now
And hard to define
Yet, brought together
this face is still mine





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Written by RubyPond in portal Philosophy

Deep

My dark abyss feeds me.

I feed the abyss.

Ah, the waste of it all.

Just by sheer words

of admission,

it exists and yet,

the vacuum 

pulls treacherously

into nothingness.

How clever it is!

Turned inside out

and working against

me, it has taken

my something

and turned it into

nothing. 

Or -

do you think....maybe,

if I 

ever made it to the

other side of my

darkness, I would

find all my somethings?

And would it be

worth the journey

through nothingness?

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Written by RubyPond in portal Philosophy
Deep
My dark abyss feeds me.
I feed the abyss.
Ah, the waste of it all.
Just by sheer words
of admission,
it exists and yet,
the vacuum 
pulls treacherously
into nothingness.
How clever it is!
Turned inside out
and working against
me, it has taken
my something
and turned it into
nothing. 
Or -
do you think....maybe,
if I 
ever made it to the
other side of my
darkness, I would
find all my somethings?
And would it be
worth the journey
through nothingness?






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From Rest To Rise

Shielded radiance swallowed inch by inch

by mingled apricot and charcoal clouds

energy pushed down, encased in the clinch

as molecules of brilliance are covered with shrouds

Ripples shimmer 'neath magnificent display

A dance imprints my mesmerized mind

 the grapple of colors 'tween night and day

leaving glints of phosphorous like floaters behind

As subtlety envelopes awareness abroad

And my worries die down with the radiant beams

By recognition and awe of our God

that flawlessly joins it all at the seams

My knees dig into the rutted groove

that shifts me down where I belong

and from that place, I then am moved

from a weakened state that now is strong

For this  my Maker of works such as these

 exhibitions of grandeur so bright

He that rests me and gives me ease

Now lays me down too with the light

Oh, but in the morn' that glimmer peaks

And wakefulness settles my eyes

And I draw  strength from where I was weak

And I know now, I surely will rise

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From Rest To Rise
Shielded radiance swallowed inch by inch
by mingled apricot and charcoal clouds
energy pushed down, encased in the clinch
as molecules of brilliance are covered with shrouds

Ripples shimmer 'neath magnificent display
A dance imprints my mesmerized mind
 the grapple of colors 'tween night and day
leaving glints of phosphorous like floaters behind

As subtlety envelopes awareness abroad
And my worries die down with the radiant beams
By recognition and awe of our God
that flawlessly joins it all at the seams

My knees dig into the rutted groove
that shifts me down where I belong
and from that place, I then am moved
from a weakened state that now is strong

For this  my Maker of works such as these
 exhibitions of grandeur so bright
He that rests me and gives me ease
Now lays me down too with the light

Oh, but in the morn' that glimmer peaks
And wakefulness settles my eyes
And I draw  strength from where I was weak
And I know now, I surely will rise




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From Where I Sit

Crossed legged in sand

or hand in hand

alone or the company 

of a good man

off there in that rise

or is it a set

does it really matter

can it get

any better

than that?

If I'd a wing to take to

I think I'd do

just that

not much altitude

to miss out

all that flat

sandy beach

and the waves 

as they breach

All that

just under my nose

on a wing

as I rise

maybe I will

take to the skies

and go high

but does it really matter

can't get much better

than what

I see with my eye

As I take it all in 

from where I sit

if I should rise

to the skies

or bask 'neath 

it all

I still get a high

from all that

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From Where I Sit
Crossed legged in sand
or hand in hand
alone or the company 
of a good man
off there in that rise
or is it a set
does it really matter
can it get
any better
than that?

If I'd a wing to take to
I think I'd do
just that
not much altitude
to miss out
all that flat
sandy beach
and the waves 
as they breach

All that
just under my nose
on a wing
as I rise
maybe I will
take to the skies
and go high
but does it really matter
can't get much better
than what
I see with my eye

As I take it all in 
from where I sit
if I should rise
to the skies
or bask 'neath 
it all
I still get a high
from all that
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