Today's prompt is mirror. See if you can find it. We left off at an uncomfortable front yard meeting and Melody informed Levi that his manners sucked.
Today's excerpt
Levi’s eyebrows shot up and his mouth twisted as if he’d make another negative comment, then he stopped and laughed. Oliver joined in the laughter, which relieved Melody. Maybe she’d been wrong to say it, but it didn’t seem like anyone was taking it too bad.
Charmer kept pulling at the leash, anxious to get away. Wrapping the lead around her hand twice, she tugged him in the direction of the house. “I guess y’all might as well come in. I wasn’t expecting company, but no reason to hash out our personal business in public.”
Her shoulders dropped with the knowledge of what she about to do. There always seemed to be plenty of jobs for hospice nurses. Dreading going back to the apartment life, it would be harder this time since she had a taste on what it was like to live in her own house. Charmer’s unexpected balk caused her to stumble forward, catching her on the frame of the screen door.
There was a good chance she’d not be able to get the dog into an apartment either. The canine in question stood staring in Levi’s direction. Great, it looked like everything went to the man. Grabbing the door handle she swung it open. Roy’s plastic shrouded furniture still crowded the room, but there was part of her here too.
The small vase of brightly colored daisies on the end table, the black and white shot she’d taken of the lake resting on the far wall in a cheap frame she’d purchased at the dollar store. Her slippers were half-tucked under the couch. The book she started rested open faced on the couch where she abandoned it to take Charmer out. They were tiny things that most people might not even notice. Steps she hesitated making, knowing this day might come, and it had.
Might as well get it over with, she thought as she tugged the reluctant dog behind her into the kitchen. At least, she could be civil about the whole thing. There was no reason to be ugly about it. If foster care taught her one anything it was you never allowed your genuine feelings to show. The leash slipped from her fingers as multiple scenarios played through her mind featuring uncomfortable social workers who escorted her to the car. If felt like this moment mirrored her past.
Today's excerpt
Levi’s eyebrows shot up and his mouth twisted as if he’d make another negative comment, then he stopped and laughed. Oliver joined in the laughter, which relieved Melody. Maybe she’d been wrong to say it, but it didn’t seem like anyone was taking it too bad.
Charmer kept pulling at the leash, anxious to get away. Wrapping the lead around her hand twice, she tugged him in the direction of the house. “I guess y’all might as well come in. I wasn’t expecting company, but no reason to hash out our personal business in public.”
Her shoulders dropped with the knowledge of what she about to do. There always seemed to be plenty of jobs for hospice nurses. Dreading going back to the apartment life, it would be harder this time since she had a taste on what it was like to live in her own house. Charmer’s unexpected balk caused her to stumble forward, catching her on the frame of the screen door.
There was a good chance she’d not be able to get the dog into an apartment either. The canine in question stood staring in Levi’s direction. Great, it looked like everything went to the man. Grabbing the door handle she swung it open. Roy’s plastic shrouded furniture still crowded the room, but there was part of her here too.
The small vase of brightly colored daisies on the end table, the black and white shot she’d taken of the lake resting on the far wall in a cheap frame she’d purchased at the dollar store. Her slippers were half-tucked under the couch. The book she started rested open faced on the couch where she abandoned it to take Charmer out. They were tiny things that most people might not even notice. Steps she hesitated making, knowing this day might come, and it had.
Might as well get it over with, she thought as she tugged the reluctant dog behind her into the kitchen. At least, she could be civil about the whole thing. There was no reason to be ugly about it. If foster care taught her one anything it was you never allowed your genuine feelings to show. The leash slipped from her fingers as multiple scenarios played through her mind featuring uncomfortable social workers who escorted her to the car. If felt like this moment mirrored her past.
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