The winds finally died down to where I could venture out beyond the shades which protected the doors. Lacey needed to go out and do her business and we were both too tired from being cooped up indoors for the day and a half it took the storm to ride out. I didn’t know what to expect, 90 mile an hour winds had tormented my sleep and I was stressed and tired and just wanted to breathe some fresh air. The power had gone out almost as soon as the storm started so I knew one of the branches on the old oaks must have knocked it loose. I unbolted the shades and Lacey rushed past me, nearly knocking me over with her 125 pounds of muscle. I hope the fence held, but Lacey was pretty good at coming when called and staying in bounds. The clouds let a little sun through and I held my face up to the welcoming light. The house gets dark when the shutters are up and we hadn’t gotten evacuated, being too far from any water bodies that would have risen, I was thankful for that. Ken was still out of town which suited me just fine, with no power I didn’t have to listen to his constant bitching and moaning, and I could just try to remain composed hanging out with Lacey. Ken isn’t my husband, just a boyfriend I’ve had for too many years. He can be mean and loving at the same time but since our child disappeared 9 years ago, I hadn’t the energy or the heart to start fresh again. So I enjoy his work because it keeps him on the road for a week at a time. We knew the storm was coming but he had to get his load up to New York and I told him I’d be fine, had the neighbors around if I needed help and he agreed that he would stay up there while I faced the onslaught of Mother Nature.

Lacey was barking at something and I looked around to see part of the fence blown down, or should I say crushed by half of the oak tree in the corner. The roots were upended and the power line lay up in the branches. I rushed over to see what Lacey was barking at and worried at the same time if any of the lines were reaching the ground. If anything happened to Lacey, I’d die…she’s my only baby and I’ve had her since she was a pup. A gift Ken brought home from the road for baby Grace, saying all kids need a dog to grow up with. Grace was one year old and it was hard enough taking care of a baby and then to throw a dog that needed training too was rough, I told him so but he said he couldn’t take it back and I didn’t have the heart to find a new home for it. In a way I’m glad I didn’t because when Grace was stolen, Lacey was the one who kept me sane. I try not to think about those days, the open window to her nursery and the years that passed with no leads just crushes me. I turned the corner to the house where Lacey had her head in the roots of the tree and she looked up at me with a baseball in her mouth. I laughed out loud because leave it to Lacey to find a toy. She tends to eat them so we never leave them laying around and here she wags her tail at me with that goofy look, like come on Mom, let’s play. I told her to put it down  because I still had to survey the rest of the damage. “Come here Lace,” I called to her and she took one last look at the ball and followed me. The rest of the yard had little damage which was good all things considering, and only a few shingles had come off the roof. “Lets go Lace and get these shutters down, you and me, okay?” I said to her but she turned and ran back to the tree, wagging her tail again and picked up the ball. “Okay, just one throw, then we have work to do here” and I reached down and took the old weathered ball. It had an odd feel to it and I turned it slowly in my hands, scraping some of the sand and mud off of it only to realize it was not a ball but a skull. I dropped it as I screamed and grabbed Lacey before she could pick it up again. “Come on, let’s go in girl” I said and pulled her by the collar towards the house. I felt Lacey pull hard against my hand and she slipped out of her collar and began running back to the tree, I could only follow. “I need to call the police, Lace, come on, let’s go already” but she began to dig and dig some more. I caught up to her and pushed her out of the way while peering into the hole at what looked like sticks but with their shape, I knew they were more bones. “Come on dammit” I said to her and as she looked up at me, I saw it. A dirty silver locket dangled from her mud filled mouth and I screamed as the tears fell from my eyes, my hands shook as I took it from her and could just see that beautiful name that I had given her, Grace.


Whose child is this,

perhaps a mermaid gift from the depths

on this tranquil shore tossed forward,

with a quiet smile she moves easily,

effortlessly across the waves

alone and bobbing around

as the sun quietly settles down upon her shoulders

locked in her own world

aware of only herself and the sea.

A beautiful moment to behold,

I reflect back to years gone by,

when I too was in the center of the wave

moving, rocking like a dolphin carefree

before life-like waves came in to crash down

covering the now aware self

into something other than the bliss of the here and now,

changing the innocence of play

into the fight for a place to fit in,

a mer-child forgetting for a while how to swim,

how to be carefree

how all that mattered was just love and peace

as the tides move in and out

I had forgotten how to float.

This child is me,

and I am her,

united in our worlds unknown to each other

yet together in spirit

free and moving

towards the beginning of night

touched like the sun resting lightly down in to the sea

together in spirit

of this beautiful life.

I know not who the child is, having watched her play alone with such abandon and joy down at the Venice Jetty, had to capture it to share. A beautiful child of peace and happiness.


Life ride

The words came to me in and in an instant I was there again,

Thin shoulder length hair, a young child filled with excitement and fear,

Holding her hand yet begging to be free, to let me move about on my own,

To let me go exploring this grand color filled place. 

I was told it wasn’t safe.

We walked some more down the midway, 

the scorching black pavement causing pain in thin rubber sneakers,

Feet and shirts dampened with sweat from the hot summer sun.

It stood so tall before us and she said lets go there.

I stared up into the bright blue sky at the top of the rickety metal staircase,

Feeling the fear rise up within my small frame as she pushed my shoulders forward,

Propelling me towards the big wavy plastic slide.

“This will do, cheap enough” she said and again pushed me forward towards the endless sky high staircase.

I think I cried.

I must have, I think, for I had never gone so high before.

One step after another, I kept looking back for the safety I craved

She smiled and waved her hands to keep going.

“Don’t look down, just keep going,” I heard in the distance

I did as I was told.

A man stood at the top of the staircase holding a stack of thin dirty rugs,

“Come on honey, you’re almost there” he said tiredly.

I wiped my dripping nose and reached the top finally,

I didn’t look down

I looked up at the birds flying above me.

He handed me a rug and motioned me to the slide.

“Here, just sit down on this and keep your feet on the rug or it will stop you”

I wanted it all to stop. 

I felt him give a gentle push from behind me and my body started to move downwards.

Over the hills I rode this carpet, 

Feeling myself move sideways then straight again

My eyes still closed.

As I hit the ground below, gliding to a bumpy stop I opened them up and looked behind me,

The colorful strips shining in the sun.

I smiled,

I was alive,

This didn’t kill me after all and I didn’t fall.

I realized I was holding my breath and I began to breathe again.

I grabbed the corner of the rug and handed it to the other man who waited down below,

He motioned to the exit and she stood there smoking a cigarette.

“I did it” I said with excitement in my voice

“of course you did,

You are brave after all”.

“Let’s go now” she said as she ground the butt into the pavement.

“I want to do it again” I said in a slightly petulant voice, “I had my eyes closed”

But she grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes

“No, you will learn that this slide is like life. You can’t go through with your eyes closed,hiding away from what may or may not happen, you have to charge in and just do it. That’s how you kill the fear.”

I took one last look at the slide behind us, “It wasn’t so big after all” I muttered with a smile.

I never did ride it again. There was no need. I was brave.
Just a story I made up. I rode the slide many times in my childhood, perhaps to prove to myself that I was brave. It took many lessons. But I am happy to say I am. Would love to ride it again someday while I can still climb all of those stairs. Fun days indeed. 

Don’t call the grammar police, they already have my address.