A Nyte's Tale

Just a short post today because I am a little sad. *sigh* My precious kiddos are staying with my wonderful parents for a few weeks. (Thanks mom and dad.) I miss my parents all the time since they live so far away, but now I also miss my kids. To E & J: I hope you guys are having a great time. We miss you both so much. We will see you soon. Love you!

Storms were beginning to roll through the countryside as Anne solemnly sat by the window. Sorrow filled her soul with such a morose emotion. It enveloped her whole being as she quietly looked out the window. The feeling of the cool damp windowpane against her forehead was comforting. Anne’s thoughts had a resolve all their own, much as she tried to keep him from her mind, her traitorous thoughts kept bringing him back to where she would rather feel the numbness. 'Why?' She wondered. ‘ A person should have control over such things like their own mind, but to think about him caused so much unbearable pain. I longed for him to be here beside me, home again. But alas, the new world called to him, and he answered her.’ Nights were the hardest for her. Anne could go through the tedious times of the day with a perfect front of being in control of the servants, the large manor she lived in and business affairs that needed to be dealt with. It was the dreaded night that she helples...

Was it the blacktop road that made the night seem so dark or was it just her mood? Maybe it was the fact that she had been driving for hours and she was getting tired. Christine didn’t know which, but she did know that the further she drove away from her hometown, the darker her mood became. She didn’t want to move, but her employer hadn’t given her a choice…or maybe he actually did. The choices were to transfer or find another job, but quitting was not an option Christine could afford, so she boxed up her life and left her family and friends behind. Christine looked at the clock on her dash for the thousandth time and sighed impatiently. “Three hours to go,” she mumbled to herself. Tired of listening to the same CD for the last few hours she switched the CD player to radio, but static was all she heard coming out of the speakers. Her favorite radio station was gone. She knew it wouldn’t reach this far out. It was just another reminder of all that was familiar to her was being left ...

"Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark; professionals built the Titanic." - Anonymous