Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Home is ...

Maggie let the screen door slap shut behind her, eyes burning and throat tight with angry tears.  She heard Wilson call for her, but she strode forward, raising her right hand in a silent plea for him not to follow.  A tear slipped down her cheek and she brushed it away.  Stomping down the back steps, she made her way to the overgrown patio, stepping through the voracious vines in hopes of finding solitude.

Plopping down in a derelict chair, she forced herself to breath deeply, taking in the sweet smell of the hibiscus blossoms erupting around her.  Sighing, her bleary eyes wandered over the garden.   The previous owners had been gardeners, according to the realtor, but with the house sitting empty, the yard had grown wild.  Possessive tendrils from some mysterious vine creeped out, wrapping around the rusted table and chairs and the canopy overhead blotted out most of the sun, creating a cool and refreshing oasis - a refuge in the midst of this hot day and the heated discussions in the kitchen.

Maggie heard the chorus again, the same words spoken over and over like a broken record.

"I was happy in Corvis.  We were happy in Corvis."

"I'm sorry, Baby.  It was the company's decision.  Not mine."

"I am home all day with the baby.  Alone.  Nobody talks to anybody in this neighborhood.  Nobody."

"It'll come.  It just takes time.  You'll meet people.  Just like you did last time."

"I don't want to 'meet people'.  I don't want to start over.  I want my friends - I hate this."

"Hopefully this will be the last time, Babe.  We'll put down roots again.  We're in this together."

In frustration, Maggie kicked at the dirt with the toe of her worn sneaker and was surprised to spy something.  Rubbing her foot back and forth, she could make out the edge of a stone butted up against another.  She leaned forward in her seat and brushed at it with her fingers.  They were bricks.

Glancing over her shoulder she saw an old broom against the side of the porch.  She set work, sweeping the space in front of her chair, clearing an arc.  A cloud of dust billowed as she swept, more bricks unveiled in shades of rust and sepia.  She worked her way toward the edges, grasping encroaching vines and dragging them back to the undergrowth.  Soon she had cleared most of the bricks and she returned to the center, clearing away the last the detritus.

Staring at her feet, she froze.  The pattern of bricks were intricately laid out in the shape of a heart.  A fresh wave of tears washed over her.  Turning, she found Wilson standing on the back step with Addy in his arms.  He smiled, love and concern etched in his face.  Brushing the grime from her hands she smiled back, "Home is where the heart is, right?"

Wilson held out his hand to her and she grasped it tightly.

image courtesy of lynnsta (via Flickr Creative Commons)


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Linking up with Write at the Merge this week - inspired by the picture above.  Word limit: 500.





9 comments:

  1. I loved the sense that it sometimes takes just the smallest of surprises to bring love to a new place. I thought the dialogue was really strong here and I loved this sentence: Stomping down the back steps, she made her way to the overgrown patio, stepping through the voracious vines in hopes of finding solitude.

    Voracious vines... lovely.

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  2. Charming and vivid. Well done!.

    A quick concrit: "Sighing, her bleary eyes wandered over the garden." I think you meant to imply that "she" sighed and looked at the garden but the way this sentence is structured, her "eyes" are sighing and going for a walk. Try: She sighed, her vision heavy with tears. or The garden blurred in her vision and she sighed. or something akin.

    Loved your take on the prompt. Again, well done!

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  3. So nice! I loved the little smattering of dialogue, and especially how real it felt. I've moved enough times to have similar conversations roll around my house. It's so hard and emotional! I think you captured the feelings well.

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  4. Very sweet. And you really did a great job of capturing a real moment in someone's life - the pain of change, and the willingness to try and start fresh. Great use of the image.

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  5. This is such a beautiful piece of writing! I've been in those same shoes-finding myself in a new place, pining for the familiar world I've left and feeling like I'll never adjust to the new one. I'm so glad Maggie discovered the bricks-a new life for them now as well.

    This passage is marvelous:

    "Possessive tendrils from some mysterious vine creeped out, wrapping around the rusted table and chairs and the canopy overhead blotted out most of the sun, creating a cool and refreshing oasis - a refuge in the midst of this hot day and the heated discussions in the kitchen."

    Well done!

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  6. I love the overall feel of this, in terms of her finding something to love about a place she was so determined to dislike. With just a small snippet of their conversation, but through her reactions, you show so much about the way married people crash against each other and sometimes just need a few minutes to come back together.

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  7. I'm so glad she found something to love buried in the garden.
    ~Cam

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  8. Oh, I love this use of the heart. So real, and so sweet. I was honestly expecting this to get ugly, and the fact that you made it about love instead just warms my heart. We can all sit here and nod at the way she discovered something to root her heart in, and I for one am salivating over that back yard.

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  9. I could feel her upset, her frustration, her pain and then, her love. Great job!

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