Day 80 Ruminating And Writing

Chess

The pieces fell to the floor. She swiped her hand over the chessboard. She groaned and watched as the rest of the pieces fell away.

“You won’t get any good with that attitude,” her father said.

“I don’t want to be any good. I want to—” she protested.

“We both know that’s not true. So when you are ready, come and get me.” Her father walked out of the living room.

She got off her chair and knelt to collect the chess pieces. She wanted nothing more than to win. But he was playing dirty, and he knew it. And her father wanted her to take it. She squeezed the queen in her hand and heard her knuckles crack. She let the queen drop next to her as she sobbed. Winning shouldn’t matter this much. It did. It had always done.

She looked up and saw her father glancing from the door at her. She nodded, and he came in, scooping her into his lap.

“I know,” he whispered.

Love Song

Again, I struggle with love
I should have a handle on this
But my heart doesn’t know what to say
Love is such a tricky thing to possess
I have been fortunate enough to love someone for twenty years and be loved
I guess that’s all there is

Lost

He wanted to cry. All he could do was hug his legs tighter and rock back and forth. The darkness had already sneaked into the forest and he had no clue how to get back home. He should have listened to his father. But he had wanted to play, and here he was stuck in the woods.

He let out a quiet sob. He knew he would die out here.

He closed his eyes and wished his father were there. All he got was a huge bear watching him. He wanted to run or hide, but he sat there frozen in his spot.

The bear came closer, and he jumped up, holding his arm up high, and screamed as loudly as he could.

“I wouldn’t do that,” the bear said. “It might waken up something you don’t want to wake up.”

His scream stifled into a muffled inhale. He felt his whole body quivering.

“Are you lost, child?” the bear asked.

“You cannot speak,” he let out.

“I take that as a yes. If you get on my back, I’ll take you to the edge of the wood. There you can go home. It’s not a good thing you’re here. There are more things in the woods than your kind knows.”

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

I don’t have anything to say. It’s like my mind has gone all quiet, as if it’s waiting for something. I’m not sure if I want to know what that something is. It may be a good thing or not. All I know is that someone drank my tea.

Thank you for reading! Have a mindful day ❤