I hope Angelique’s friends will forgive me, but she’s taking a break this week. I do have a story for her to go with this week’s photo, but in light of recent events, I’d like to save it for another week, when media and emotions have calmed down. With elements of Angelique’s story running the risk of hitting the wrong nerve at this point in time, I think it might be best to let my little angel of death have a week off. She will be back, and if it’s alright with Rochelle and Scott, I might double post next week, when news headlines are focussed elsewhere.
Timing is everything.
Photo by Scott L. Vannatter
The Witch’s View (100)
I watched the papergirl and her sisters, who often accompany her on her route, tiptoe to the edge of the sidewalk, eyeing the grass to make sure her toe remained safely off our property. With utmost care, she aimed for the decorative well in the side yard. She hit the gnome’s hat, and all three ran.
The girls never put my paper on the front step. They don’t dare. They think I’m a witch, after all. That’s why I keep the cats – to reinforce their fears.
So long as they are terrified of me, they’ll never discover the truth about Roger.
What We Cherish (100ish)
Memory is a strange thing. For the life of me, I can’t recall why we thought the woman who lived on that corner was a witch, but I do remember hushed giggles and racing hearts as my sister stepped onto her lawn. I also remember begging her to let me throw the paper at the house with the well. Maybe I’d be the one to make it in.
I see my children now, whispering and giggling, and I pray to God they remember this moment. More than anything, I pray they’ll always have more than memories to cherish.
A little background…
The first of these related stories is a work of fiction sprinkled with memories of accompanying my sisters on their paper routes back in the 80’s. The well for which we aimed was blocks away from the home of the supposed witch. Into her yard, we were careful never to place a toe. Roger, however, is purely fictional. (At least I hope he is!)
I wish I could say the second story is fictional. It is, in fact, an all too real reflection on random moments held in my memory and cherished years after the loss of my oldest sister. It is also a prayer for my children, that they will cherish their time together and never know the burden of clinging to memories made together because there are no more memories to be made.
Thanks for taking the time to read! As always, I welcome and appreciate your comments!
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