Fictional Romance Chapter 2 Part 3


I’m not sure just how long I was asleep in my bed, when I heard the sound of Monica and Jet coming in through the front door, when a bright light from the living room lamp flickered on and seeped, through my cracked bedroom door. I could see what appeared to be a suitcase in Jet’s hands. I briefly sighed, rolled over and tried to get back to sleep when a strange feeling of jealously hit me.

He looked good, even better than I had remembered as the t shirt he wore, fit him nicely. Whatever he had in that suitcase must be heavy has it had a way of bulging out his tanned muscles. I can taste him again, and feel the strength in his fingertips has he pulled my hair back that night. The way his lips were soft yet firm on my mouth I begin to yearn for as I lay there remeniscing.

If only I would have stayed that night around the camp fire, perhaps things might be different. Maybe I would be the one, laughing and giggling and cuddling up to him every night. What is wrong with me? Why do I insist on being so distant from everyone? Haven’t I learned anything from the old people I take care of? Life is short and I know it. Perhaps I need to let go of the idea that every one will eventually leave me.

As I get up and pull on my jeans to go to the bathroom, I attempt to forgive myself. If only dad was here, and my brother Joe. Funny how even mom crosses my mind. I was her only girl and instead of letting her dress me up in dresses, I hated her for it.

As I head on into the bathroom in the hallway, Monica quickly grabs my attention.

“Hey Savanah?” “Do you think you could help us out tomorrow and use your truck to get the rest of Jet’s stuff?” Monica asked with a smile.

Before I can answer, Jets steps into the conversation.

“My brother is coming in from California tomorrow to help, but he won’t have a truck or anything, our grandparents usually pick him up from the airport in Wentsworth.”

I give Jet a quick nod yes, and go about into the bathroom. Zipping up my pants I open the door, and continue with, “You two can borrow my truck, but I have to work tomorrow, so it will be afterwards.”

“Thanks Savanah, your a life saver, “ Monica replies.

I close my bedroom door, with a smile, barely looking at the two of them snuggled up on the couch. Filled with so many mixed emotions, I try to shake it off. Once again, Monica never looked so happy has she does tonight. I should be grateful I guess.

Grasping onto my pillow, I give it one quick squeeze, as a small tear starts to find its way down my cheek. It could have been me. I could have been happy in love. Instead I’m laying here in my bed alone, again.

I look over at the time, and its only 10:30 pm. Geeze. This is a long night already. I better get some sleep. I hear the sound of faint giggles, and close my eyes.

Morning comes sooner than expected. With my alarm blazing, I reach over and hit the button. I do not want to get up and I find myself forcefully moving my legs out from underneath the covers. Their is a sense of chill in the air. I guess fall is really here.

I notice the house is empty as Monica works the early shift at the diner. As for Jet, I do not know what it is he does. I never asked, and quite frankly its none of my business. As long as he pays his share of the bills thats what will matter. Perhaps my rent will go down, and I can finally afford some time off and go visit my brothers that I have been missing.

I make my usual oatmeal with raisins and put a lot of cinnamon in it. For some reason the smell of it, isn’t quite as appeasing as it is usually. I eat it anyway as my stomach begins to growl and beg for some.

I grab a jacket and the truck keys and my phone begins to ring. I notice its the nursing home.

“Hello?”

“Savanah? This is Marjorie from work, do you think you could work a double shift today, Tonya has already called in, I guess she has the Corona virus, so we need you?”

“What, how did she get that? We haven’t seen much of it here.”

Before I can continue, Marjorie buts into my thoughts and conversation.

“I know dear, but she’s thinking she got it while she was visiting her family last week.”

“Oh okay, well sure, no problem.” I replied. I hang up the phone, and take a drag off my cigarette, as I’m waiting for truck to warm. I quickly realize now, that I will be unable to help Monica and Jet move has I had promised last night. I guess I will stop off at the diner before work and let Monica know.

As I pull into the drive at the diner I notice Jet sipping some coffee through one of the windows. So this is where he is. As I head on into the diner I notice Monica is busy with some costomers.

“Jet?” I quietly say with a brief smile.

“Why goodmorning Savanah, its a pleasure seeing you here this morning.” Jet returns the smile.

“I was just letting you two know, that I have to stay after work today and work a double shift so I wont be able to help with the move.” As I pull back on my hair, “I do have a spare key to my truck, and I can just leave it with you so you two can still use it, just be sure and bring the truck back so I can get back home. Is that okay?” as I try to hide my hands from fidgetting.

“Yes, Savanah, that will be great, thank you. “ Jet replies while he takes another sip from his coffee.

I lay the key on the table and take a quick turn out of the diner. I can see from the distance the obvious confusion on Monica’s face, but I hurridly have to go in order to not be late for work.

You see, that wasn’t so bad, I tell myself. Everything is going to be just fine. “Just fine.” I mutter to myself, as I drive away.

Fictional Romance

Bridgette~

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If Whiskey Was A Woman



If whiskey was a woman

I’d knock her out today

Nothing like watching you drink

As I lay in bed and pray.

I think about who you use to be

and where you are now

the painful moments of sobriety

gave way to death somehow.

I thought it was a choice

and how I hated that to be

but now the years have passed

and I see now what I couldn’t see.

Whiskey was the darkness

the chains that bound your soul

I thought you loved her more

until your story was wrote and sold.


Just thoughts in poetry form.

Bridgette~

In memory of a husband who passed away years ago from alcoholism. I use to hate him for it. I also have a mother who is an alcoholic as well as a brother who is an addict. Their are so many addictions out there. There are so many people we all know who are addicts. It took me a long time to realize it is not their choice.

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Throwing the Stones


I don’t know about you personally, but as for me, the ridiculousness in this world is at its massive heights. Seems like every time I turn on the tv or social media someone somewhere is getting canceled out. Getting canceled out for saying the wrong thing, getting fired for what they said in the past, choosing to agree with someone, choosing not to agree with someone, the list goes on and on.

All I can think of at this moment, is who are we, to cancel those people out? Ruin their lives, end their careers, shut them out of everything imaginable and unimaginable just because we find it offensive, really? Whatever happened to freedom of speech here in America?

How can we throw the stones at someone for such? Are we guilt and sin free ourselves? I will be the first to tell you, that I am most definitely not. This is not about canceling at all, it is about power and control at its finest.

Lets show you who we cancelled out today! Lets show you what’s not acceptable and tag your it!

It’s sad but true, this is no new thing. This power war has been going on for years. The media is just simply highlighting it to show you who ultimately has control! Its another form of bullying, don’t you think? Call it what you want, social exclusion, cancelling out, etc.

Who are they or we, to even throw the stones?

It’s despicable if you ask me.

Just thoughts!

Bridgette~

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Fictional Romance Chapter 2 Part 2


As I climb into my truck a sense of uneasiness crosses my mind. If Monica is in fact pregnant with Jets’ child, then I must never say anything to her about what happened between Jet and I a few weeks ago. I wouldn’t want to hurt her for she has done so much for me. I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part that this perhaps was just another fling for Monica.

As I pull out of the parking lot of the nursing home, I begin to realize just how much I miss Monica and I’s companionship, with Jet around I have been avoiding her. I can not keep away from her forever so I guess somehow I need to come to terms with what is really going on. I just need to forget what happened with Jet and I, and let it go.

I can’t help but feel some sort of sadness as I begin to reflect on that night though. The way he touched me, the way we seemed to connect, and the way I really wanted him again, even afterwards. I guess some things are just never meant to be, and some people are only left with a small taste of what could be, while others are getting the real deal.

As I start to head home, I decide to make a quick stop at the diner for dinner. As I pull up a seat in the corner booth, the dishwasher, Alex comes over to greet me.

“Well hello Savanah, long time no see, how are you doing?”

“Fine, I guess, “ I reply with a simple smile looking over the menu. For some reason I am hesitant at giving any eye contact.

“Well, I just wanted you to know, that we miss having you here. Aren’t you tired of that nursing home yet? I mean really, you can’t be making any money there.” Alex states firmly with his coal black hair and sheepish smile.

“I’ts not all about money, Alex. It’s about the people. Besides, I just love hearing old stories about the past.” I reply in return.

“Well okay then, suit yourself!” Alex quickly turns back and disappears into the kitchen.

“I’ll have a Coke, and a hamburger please, no onions.” pretending to read off from the menu, as I hand it back to Sylvia the waitress.

“Sounds good, I will get right on that!” Sylvia replies. Sylvia is my replacement. A tall pale girl, with red colored hair, and glasses.

Dinner was quite a treat from the usual. And I head back in my truck towards home. Evening is setting in and a few glimpses of the sun setting flickers in and out amongst the trees. The ride feels peaceful as the wind gently catches my hair and flicks pieces of it out of the rolled down window.

The closer I get to home, I begin to notice Monica’s car coming towards me. As we pull up next to each other, Monica rolls down her window.

“Hey Savanah, I’m on my way to go pick up Jet, and I guess he has to leave his place because its getting rented out. Would it be a problem with you if he moves in with us?” Monica ask with a full blown smile.

I can tell immediately, that Monica is delighted. Her deep brown eyes are giving it away.

“I guess, if its all right with you. He’s practicly there all the time anyway.” as I try to force a smile, I see Monica’s eyes light up even more. She extends the palm of her hand up to her lips and proceeds to blow me a kiss. One quick nod of my head, and I head back towards home.

“Great.” I mutter underneath my breath. I guess times are changing, and things are going to get real now. Maybe perhaps it wont be too bad having a man around to do the handy work, and cut the wood for winter. If winter goes anything like it did last year with all the heavy snow he can also shovel the driveway.

As I make a list of reasons in my head on why having Jet around might actually be a good thing, I pause for a moment and wonder just how long before Monica knows for certain if she is or is not pregnant. Oh well, I guess time will tell.

Fictional Romance

Bridgette~

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Gracie’s Walks


My dog, Gracie

I think its important during our hectic daily lives that we should always take some time out for our pets. We should give them a chance to explore nature, and the great outdoors, to give them some type of release of all their pent up energy as well.

No matter what size of dog we have, it’s good to let them explore and smell the world. It is also a healthy walk for us if we simply take the time. Good quality exercise and a time out from life never hurt anyone.

My dog, Gracie, always gets excited when she sees me grab the keys and or her leash. She heads to the door, and sits down patiently, all the while wagging her tail with the look of excitement. If only she could talk, I could imagine she’s telling me, “hurry up now, I’m waiting!”

I have been fortunate enough to find Gracie the perfect spot not far from town to let Gracie run free. It is during these moments when I watch Gracie take off in a full blown run, that I sense her smile. If only dogs could laugh and yell out loud, I’m sure she would.

Gracie being a retriever, has learned well, and is totally devoted to go after what ever you throw and bring it back to you. Her favorite though, is when you throw sticks into the water. Always anxious to please, she will in no doubt swim with all her might, and come out gracefully. Her paws are webbed just for such the occasion. Chasing grasshoppers has also become a delight as well.

Gracie is doing better these days since the time she swallowed a pair of my socks. She has managed to regain her weight and then some. Although her stomach will never be the same as it was prior to the event, she still wants everything, including paper. I hope someday this will change, but being a dog, perhaps its only wishful thinking, as I found her just yesterday sneaking into the office, and tearing into crumpled up paper. 😦

Gracie still remains one of the biggest blessings in my life, and I only wish I could take her with me everywhere. As work continues to be done on our remodels I have to leave her behind. As I tell her goodbye, and head out to the job, my heart fills with compassion as she chases me down the fence line of her pen that we have built so she can be outdoors. As I fade away down the street I wonder how long she waits and looks forward to our next walk.

My Dog Gracie

Bridgette~