Thursday, January 22, 2015

My Resolutions for 2015

Dear Mom and Dad,

The only resolution I ever kept was when I said I wasn't going to create any more resolutions, and now I'm going to break that one.

First, Dad, I know our relationship is strained, partly because I'm a disappointment and partly because of Georg. You think I'm with him because I have PTSD. I don't. I tried not to fall in love with him. He was one reason I enlisted, to get away from him, and you, and my inability to make it in college, and Becky breaking up with me, and everything else happening in my life. But he wrote me every week while I was in basic training and later during my two tours in Afghanistan. I hesitated opening the first couple of letters. I thought they might be sappy and insincere. They weren't. He wrote as a friend, not a lover. Anyway, we plan to marry in a few months now that I'm back in the States and out of the service. I hope you'll come to the wedding. If you spend some time with Georg, you'll see why he's right for me. My first resolution is to make things better between us, Dad, to return us to the father and son we used to be, before I became a screw up and a disgrace to you.

Mom, I wish I could have been there for you when Uncle Andrew died. The Army didn't consider it a hardship and wouldn't let me come home. It must have been hard losing your only living relative. I plan to stop in Ohio on my way west from New York to visit his grave and lay some flowers for him and Grandma and Grandpa. I know that Dad's and my strained relationship has been painful for you. I want to fix that if I can. Along with my first resolution, I plan to spend more time with you and Dad. Hopefully, I can find work in the Sacramento area, near where you and Dad and Georg live, to make this happen. Did I tell you Georg works from home as a technical writer? That gives him some flexibility if I can't find anything close by.

After the wedding and settling into a new job, Georg and I plan to have children. Not right away. We need time for each other first. Dad, I know how you feel about adoption and the kids not being real family. That's why we plan to find surrogates to have our children. Two is all we're planning on, one for Georg and one for me. The babies will have our genes and will be blood-related. I know this is a shock, but it's something Georg and I want. And I think if you give it a chance, you'll see that you'll have the cutest grandbabies ever. So, resolution three is to be the best parent I can and to share our joy with you and Mom.

I don't want to get carried away with this resolution thing. I'd rather stick with ones I feel I can make happen. I learned a lot in the Army. I was lost for a while, swimming in a morass of hate and despair and confusion. There were times I wasn't sure I wanted to come back. But I think I've found myself and what I want in life and who I want to live it with—including both of you.

There, I put these on paper and shared them with you, so I'm bound by my words. I love you, Mom and Dad, and look forward to seeing you in about three weeks. I'll give you a call a couple of days before I show up at your door. And Mom, I have one request of you—to make your wonderful meatloaf. The Army's meatloaf sucks. Hahaha.

Your loving son,


Sunday, January 11, 2015

And You Think You're Having a Bad Day

Harold, his face battered from the beating by Celia's brothers, who caught him cheating with their other sister, June, limped past the beggar with the thicket of red hair. The generous vagrant smiled and offered Harold a shot of bourbon. Harold couldn't decide which burned more in his gut, the liquid or the beggar's knife.

Prompt words: thicket, beggar, limp, generous, shot

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Yet Another

He maneuvered the taxi through the upscale neighborhood, the night streets silent, empty. Snow-white hair covered his head, as if glued on. His breakfast threatened to evacuate his stomach. Like the back seat, his life was suddenly unoccupied, void, desolate. Still he had to do it. Deal with the drunk driver who killed his Jenny. (55 words)

Prompt words: taxi, neighborhood, snow, breakfast, empty

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Two for Christmas

Ended up with two prompts today. Prompt words appear after each piece.

Merry Christmas? 

Tinsel—a name she acquired after her hair caught in the Christmas tree and pulled it onto Grandma Mae, who embraced the trunk between her legs and moaned, "Oh George," her memory allowing the impossible to be possible—questioned her spirit this year, with all the families missing members due to the actions of others. (55 words)

Prompt words: question, possible, embrace, tinsel, memory

She'd even given up meat 

Carrie'd always been known as a real nutcracker, regardless the season. Her lips in a permanent pucker, like a bassoonist, her conversations consisted mostly of grunts. But this year was different. She'd even purchased a present for the first time since her parents died in the crash. It was the wise-cracking new guy, Grant's fault. (55 words)

Prompt words: nutcracker, bassoon, season, wise, meat

Saturday, December 6, 2014

A Long Vacation

June 2, 2014

Hola de Madrid mi amiga Carla.

Is that right? Okay, my Spanish is rusty, but Charlie and I only arrived in Madrid two days ago. Give me time. It's been a while since you and I sat next to each other in Spanish class. Can you believe we'll celebrate our twenty-fifth high school reunion next year at this time?

As the caption says, the photo on the front of this postcard is of the Parque del Retiro. It was a great place to walk off our jet lag. Well, it was for me. Charlie spent most of the time sneezing, wheezing and complaining. He had a business meeting this morning, so I went back by myself and enjoyed the plants and people-watching. Would you believe a guy hit on me?

That's all for now. Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci

June 20, 2014

Hola, Carla.

I hope you get this before July 4th. I have no idea how long it takes for a postcard to get from Toledo, Spain to Omaha, Nebraska. Charlie and I spent a week in Toledo. What a fabulous place. I could live there. I love the architecture, the landscapes, and the people. Unfortunately, Charlie spent most of his time answering emails and talking on the phone. Some things never change. Hahaha. Anyway, I had a great time.

If you get this after the 4th, you'll know I didn't come back with Charlie. I decided to stay an extra couple of weeks. He had to get back to deal with some problem only he could handle.

Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci

July 18, 2014

Hola, Carla.

As you've figured out, I extended my trip again. I rented a car and drove from Madrid to Seville. It should have taken two and a half hours, but I stopped many times along the way to stroll streets and visit with the locals, and it took me about twice as long. I spent a day in Seville, stayed in a wonderful hotel, and then drove to Gibraltar. That is some hunker of a rock. Hahaha. The coast is beautiful, and the water is so blue. I've never seen anything like it. The people are friendly, and they made me feel right at home. I could spend the rest of my life here. More another time.

Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci

P.S. My Spanish is almost immaculado. Hahaha

August 15, 2014

Hi, Carla.

Remember in the last postcard when I said I could spend the rest of my life in Gibraltar? Well, I decided to. You know I haven't been happy. Charlie's always working. Brent and Amy are grown with their own families. I felt lost and unneeded at home. I haven't told Charlie or the kids yet. I guess I need to do that soon. Certainly before I file for a divorce.

Remember I told you about that guy who hit on me in Madrid? Well, it happened again—a different guy this time—in Seville, at the ocean village along the marina. I was browsing in one of the shops and started chatting with the owner. The next thing I knew we were eating dinner at this lovely restaurant on the water. He asked me out again. At first, I said I couldn't. I was married. But back at the bar in my hotel over a nightcap I changed my mind.

There's a knock on the door. It's Alesander. He's taking me out on his boat. More later.

Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci

August 17, 2014

OMG! I can't believe it. I slept with Alesander last night. It was great. It's been so long since...Well, you don't need to know that. Hahahaha.

Anyway, I called Charlie today to let him know I wouldn't be back. He asked what he should do with my clothes. Can you believe that?

Alesander is taking me to a nude beach today. What was I thinking when I agreed? I know, you're thinking, that's so unlike Marci. Well, I guess this is the new Marci. Hahahaha.

Hey, if you and Frank ever want to get away, we have an extra bedroom. Oh, I guess I didn't tell you, Alesander and I are living together. I'm going to fry in Hell, and I don't care. Hahaha. Anyway, consider this an open invitation to come visit anytime. And the nude beach is optional. Hahaha.

Say hi to Frank and the girls for me.

Love, Marci