The first thing Jason noticed was the echo of his footsteps.

Lindy had been at the hospice center for months, but Jason hadn’t noticed the echoes before now.

He walked to the bed and sank to his knees. He shakily opened the box she’d said was there; her tiny gold key fitting perfectly into the lock.

Cedar scent greeted his nose as he reached inside and drew out a tattered bundle of letters. On top was her loopy handwriting: Jason, I will always love you.

His shoulders shook and his sobs came in waves. Oh, Lindy, I already miss you.
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Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge for the week is BUNDLE. These are my 100 words about that.

I am not sure WHO decided that with December should come rain and thawing temperatures. It has been hovering in the high 20s – mid 30s all week. Today? 41 degerees and raining in town at 7 a.m. Bizarre.

Of course with the rain comes thawing and compacting of our snow . . . and lots of standing water. I know full well that the city will be by tomorrow sometime – probably just about the time I want to leave for work – to plow the road and will leave a huge, icy berm for us to deal with. I’m having enough trouble getting into and out of the driveway now with all the slushy ruts. The other thing that will happen is the wind that is kicking up out there right now will blow away all the clouds and we will go back into the deep freeze. Frozen ruts are NOT fun to maneuver through.
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So – out I go with old clothes, my old motorcycle boots (winter boots? nahhhhhhh) and work on the lower part of the driveway. Ugh! Heavy stuff it is, too. Got most of the area behind my car shoveled down almost the gravel and decided it was time to take a break. Grab some water, transfer stuff from the dryer to hangers and put in a load of towels – oh, and chat here as well.

I have a pot of tater soup on the stove to fortify myself before going back out. Not sure if I will get Hubby-Moose’s side of the driveway done, but he has a bigger vehicle that sits up higher – and 4wd as well. So, I think he’ll be okay.

Remember my motto . . . I live in Alaska – I make my own fun.
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Bouncing inside my skull
Like poisonous darts
The words wanted out
You bastard!
You bitch!

You unspeakable unprintable word

To stoop so low as
To bring her here
To invade
My sanctuary

My peace
Now shattered

Outside
Visible
Composure
Perfect grace

Welcome to my home
Dan has told me so much about you

And left much to my
Imagination

Won’t you come in?
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This is my entry for Trifecta’s Challenge – Week 3. I can only imagine what life would be like if we did not censor our thoughts and allowed such to come out to play. There might be a collective sigh of relief – or a world shattered beyond recognition.

Along South Central Alaska’s coastal highways are posted signs that say ESCAPE ROUTE. Among other signs such as AVALANCHE AREA ENDS (I was in an avalanche area? Shiver), these can pull you up short if you are unaware.

Alaska has many earthquakes every day. Some might cause a Tsunami. In such a case it’s best to be aware of the perfect escape route.

Would that LIFE had such signs for us when we face “interesting” situations:

ESCAPE ROUTE
Do not pass GO
Enter here
EXIT ONLY
ONE WAY
TURN BACK

All too often I miss the “subtleties” of such signs.
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Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge this week is ESCAPE. The above is my take on the word. Now, it’s YOUR turn. Ready? Set. Write!