Written from prompt, a memorable childhood event. |
| I Have a Hero . . Her screams broke into my dreams. Scuffling and loud voices followed. Alone in a big strange bed, too scared to move. A silhouette through frosted glass in the bathroom door, two women hugging one was crying. It was Mommy. I cried too. Blue and red lights flashed through the open door where Uncle Ray took Daddy to sit outside on the porch steps talking low. Daddy went away Uncle Ray picked me up, carried me back to bed and said, "It's OK Honey, you'll always be safe with me." ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |