I am unprepared. How could anyone prepare for this? They called me at 2:30. Woke me out of a sound sleep. No good call comes at that ungodly hour.

“Mrs. Brown? We have your daughter. You need to come.”

I dressed. Grabbed her teddy bear. Walked out the door.

They escorted me to the morgue. I was told I would have to identify her body. I haven’t seen her in twelve years. Will I recognize her?

“Where did you find her? Do you know where she’s been?”

No answers. How could there be answers?

“Yes. Oh, God, yes. My baby!”
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this is for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 word challenge: NOTHING. The bear pictured is my childhood bear. He got me through many a tear fest as I grew up and is at least 60 years old (as I am 64).

Lucy stood next to the bridge to nowhere, pondering her next move. She called it that because she knew once she stepped across she would be leaving everything behind that she had ever called home. Gone would be her parents (long dead in their graves) her first schools, first loves, old work and old chums. To stay would be safety – normalcy. To proceed would be fear-bound questions. Ahead? Who knew? Who cared? She braced herself and casting a look at the roaring sea on her left, placed one foot after the other onto the bridge to her future somewhere.

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Velvet Verbosity has a new home and is stretching her wings as she settles into living, loving, and writing. This was written for her first prompt in her new home – her words inspired these as I left her page feeling a kinship to her journey.

LIVE LIFE LOVINGLY

Those devious editors at Trifecta Writing Challenge are asking for a three-word entry for the new year:

Check back in 2015 to see how I did.