I come here often, to her bridge. I can almost see her sitting there with her feet dangling over the edge. She loved it here.
I was always too busy back then. I’ve learned to slow down since, to make time for the important things. You’d think I would have learned that lesson when the cancer took my wife, but I didn’t. Her sickness only pushed me further into my work, and further away from my daughter.
Hannah needed me, but I wasn’t there for her. I always thought I was a good dad. I worked so hard to provide her with everything she could have ever wanted, but the one thing she actually wanted was the one thing I didn’t give: my time.
Her mother’s cancer took a toll on Hannah that I never even noticed, mostly because I wasn’t around. How could I have been oblivious to the fact that my little girl was in so much pain? How could I not have known what she was planning? How can I call myself a father?
I come here often, to her bridge, and think about these things. I can almost see her sitting there with her feet dangling over the edge.
The scorched earth beneath his worn out boots made him long for the past—when he was still a boy, before life got its grimy hands on him. He hated the desert, and it hated him right back. He and the desert had never gotten along well, but he’d gone too far to turn back. He’d done too many things to too many people to even think about going back—bad things, unspeakable things.
He was a flesh and blood monster, not the kind that kids think live under their beds. Something worse. Something far worse. But he was tired of it. He didn’t want to be that thing anymore. That’s why he and the desert had gotten reacquainted after so many years apart. That’s why he’d left his car on the side of the highway and entered a hell that had almost taken his life the last time he’d been there.
This time, he planned to make sure it finished the job.
I’ve been thinking for awhile about what to do with my blog. Currently it has no direction and I’m not really cool with that. I’m a go with the flow kind of guy, but I’m not sure my blog should follow the poor example I set for it.
I’m going to try a little experiment and designate Wednesdays as Weird and Wacky Wednesdays. The plan is to explore a new topic every week. Cryptids, unusual places, odd news stories, tales of the paranormal. If it’s weird or wacky, it fits the bill.
If you’ve got any suggestions on topics you’d like me to dive into, feel free to drop a comment below and let me know.
The rest of the week will be as random as always, I may post every day, I may only post for Friday Fictioneers. I figure I should wade into a blog schedule one step at a time. No point in rushing into anything and burning myself out. And what better way to start wading in than with something fun and lighthearted like Weird and Wacky Wednesdays?
Keep your eyes peeled on Wednesday for the first of hopefully many explorations into the weird world we live in.
You may now return to whatever it was that my very important blog post has pulled you away from.
Happy Wednesday! Sorry for the late post. It’s been a little hectic today. Today’s quote comes from the King of Pop. I never said my quotes would all be about writing!
I sometimes forget that I should strive to better myself to make the world better for those around me. I’m sure we’re all guilty of needing to make a few changes. No one is perfect, after all. So start with the man (or woman) in the mirror. You can change the world, you’ve just got to start with yourself.