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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

3 Word Wednesday XXXI



We have a little something new this week: A 3WW button! If you'd like to include the button on your post this week or on your sidebar, just copy and paste the code below:

<a href="http://littlenibbler.blogspot.com/search/label/3WW"><img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gE1N8Q6CnWE/Rhq3twRMkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DrUObW1KL6E/s320/3WW1.jpg"></a>

Hopefully that will work. Many thanks to Pia, and also to Lisa, who designed Pia's template, for throwing in a few 3WW buttons for me :) And now, on with this week's Three Word Wednesday...

Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.

Leave a comment if you participate.

This week's words are:
Lost
Waves
Lined


The usual train of cars lined Market Street on this sunny Friday afternoon. Cameron took careful, measured steps, stealing glances out of the corner of his eye to check for one of his parent's cars, so as not to appear lost or worried. His biggest fear was that neither of them would be there and that he would have to sit and wait in Mrs. Slaton's room with a handful of other kids whose parents always seemed to be late. Even though that had never happened.

"Cameron.... Cameron!!"

He looked up, relieved to see his dad yelling out the window of his gold-colored SUV. Cameron tried to hide the smile wanting to break across his face as his pace picked up and he began to run towards the vehicle. It took much effort for Cameron to climb up into the passenger's seat.

"Hey, buddy. How was school?"

"It was, fine..." Cameron wasn't convincing as he dragged out the last word.

"What happened?"

"Nothing..." Cameron paused, then continued. "Dad? Are you and Mom getting divorced because of me?"

"Of course not! Why would you ever think that?"

"Cause! Kassi Maynard said her momma and daddy got a divorce because her and her sister were always fightin'."

"Well, Kassi Maynard doesn't know what she's talking about," Will tried to reassure his son, but was never sure what to say.

They rode along without speaking for a moment, both of them thinking about different aspects of the same issue. Cameron broke the silence.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Cam?"

"Do you think you and Mom will ever get back together?"

"No. I don't think so, Cam," Will sighed.

That was followed by thirty more seconds of silence.

"Dad?"

"What, son?"

"Do you still love Mom?"

"Of course, I do, son."

More silence.

Then, "Dad?"

"Yes?"

"I wish you still lived at home."

"Me, too, son... me, too."

These were the moments that tore Will apart. It was bittersweet to hear his son say he missed him. The conversation weighed on Will's mind all afternoon. Maybe he had been too stubborn. He had been told that before, many times, that he was stubborn. He had no doubt it was true. They had not communicated very well. He was working six days a week. He became jealous of Christy. Little arguments became bigger and bigger until she had filed for divorce.

Will had immediately moved out of the house and into an apartment. He didn't think either of them had tried very hard to fix things. Maybe they had given up too easily. They had been separated for a month. The divorce hadn't gone thru yet. Maybe they could try again. If for no other reason than for their son. He knew Cameron had no idea how the words he said affected his Dad. But something inside of Will wouldn't let it go.

So that evening, Will asked his mother to watch Cameron. Then he drove to Christy's with a single purpose in mind and a willingness to try. When the house came into view, Will remembered how much he had loved it the first time he saw it. The front porch that ran the length of the house, the upstairs bay windows that opened onto a balcony, the lushness of the yard covered completely by huge shade trees, the basement he had turned into an office...

His fond memories were interrupted by the realization that he no longer lived here. There were many hard things about this situation, and this was but one. As he got out of his car, Will noticed the garage was closed, but lights were on inside the house. He rang the doorbell, holding nothing but flowers and hope--perhaps unfounded, but it was hope nonetheless.

When the lock turned and the door opened, Will came face to face with reality. A man he recognized as a co-worker of Christy's stood there. Neither of them spoke or made a movement. The complete silence only amplified the tension. Then Christy's voice could be heard, drawing nearer as she spoke, "Who is it, Brian... Brian?"

"Uh, it's for you."

"For me? Who is--"

And there she was. She stopped drying her hair with a towel when she saw Will.

"Will! I wasn't expecting you. What's wrong? Is it Cameron?" Christy stammered, trying to talk about anything but the obvious.

Will never said a word. A myriad of emotions hit him in waves. The sickness in the pit of his stomach. Sadness, pain, jealousy, and anger, first at them, then at himself. Tight-lipped, he simply nodded his head in a show of resignation, dropped the flowers, and turned to walk back to his car.

Often as children, we have a belief that anything can be fixed. Somewhere along the way we learn different.

"God bless the little hearts, they're the ones who really pay. When Mom and Dad can't get along and they go their separate ways..."

29 comments:

  1. Come visit me...I've graced ya with an award :)

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  2. Love the button, Bone. :) Very classy.

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  3. It was a pleasure to force Lisa to design it :)

    She got very into it...

    May I point how well it goes with IYROOBTY

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  4. My comment flew. Hate Blogger sometimes.

    I might not be able to do 3WW today but will put the button up--and will do 3WW as soon as I can

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  5. mine's up :)

    have a great Wednesday!

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  6. Though her face was lined with the creases that accompany old age,
    Though her chesnut waves had long since faded to grey,
    He continued to get lost in her eyes.

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  7. Your blog is getting fancy!

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  8. its posted...:) hope you enjoy it on this "wonderful" day...

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  9. Great words, and I played!

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  10. Oh, and I loved the button!

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  11. my post is up with a button!

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  12. 13. Hope it's my lucky number. I posted, am having company and am sick!

    I say more personal things in Bone's comments than...

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  13. I've remembered two weeks in a row now. Woo hoo!

    This is fun.

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  14. I love this post. You're delving more and more into people realities, and the different facets of life.

    While I love your "surprise ending" 3WW's--and thought last week's was wonderful, this is the grit in life

    Often as children, we have a belief that anything can be fixed. Somewhere along the way we learn different.

    Too true

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  15. Added the button to my blog, nicely done.

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  16. This is a great story Bone. It reminds us that what we want in life isn’t always what we get.

    I really like how in the beginning, you make Will accept responsibility for his actions. He’d been neglectful, then jealous, etc, but at the end you leave it open to our interpretation of whether or not there had been something there for him to be jealous of. If maybe Christy hadn’t been as innocent in everything as even Will had believed.

    When the house came into view, Will remembered how much he had loved it the first time he saw it. The front porch that ran the length of the house, the upstairs bay windows that opened onto a balcony, the lushness of the the basement he had turned into an office...

    Love this description of the house: made me feel like I was riding in the SUV with Will.

    Often as children, we have a belief that anything can be fixed. Somewhere along the way we learn different.

    Great ending. You touch a chord, because sometimes, we want things to be as simple as they were when we were kids… even though we all know they aren’t/can’t be.

    Love, love, love that song. :-)

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  17. that's a powerful story Bone. I'm not sure if it needs the "moralizing ending," for we see the heartbreak of both the son and the dad (and although not seen, what would the mother have felt). Thanks for sharing it

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  18. my aren't we all depressing this week... :) Great job bone!

    Kinda creepy since I was talking to one of my friends yesterday and they were explaining how when they were little they would say "I dont have a daddy" and everyone would assume that daddy was dead and not just around...

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  19. Jennifer: Aww, thank you for thinking of me!

    Shelby: Thanks for playing :)

    Avery Laine: What a beautiful sentiment. Thanks for participating.

    OK Chick: I know. But I'm still the same old Bone. Just more pieces of flair now :)

    ATag: OK. Why did you put "wonderful" in quotes? Am I missing out on an inside joke?

    Gay and Arlene: Thanks, ladies. I'll be over to read them shortly.

    Carlos: Glad you remembered. Thanks for participating.

    Xinh: Thanks for playing. Are you haikuing again this week? :)

    Pia: Thank you. Hope you enjoyed your company. And thanks again for forcing Lisa to design the button. You can now tell her everyone loves it :)

    Wally: Thanks for adding the button.

    TC: Thank you. That was sort of my intention, to leave that part open for interpretation, so I'm glad you got that. I think that in most cases, there is plenty of blame to go around on both sides.

    Sage: Thanks, Sage. And thanks for the suggestion.

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  20. lol yeah bone..the jokes on the weather...we got about 5 in of snow yesterday...that was the "wonderful"...

    "Broken record...record..." ;)

    Great button btw...:)

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  21. Because I was busy reading the 'Lost' recap, having a jolly ol time, my fish got mad at me for siting there for 10 minutes {and not feeding them on time}, so they whirled around making waves and splashing water everywhere to get my attention. I ran over, lined the floor with newspaper and quickly feed them. Now I will never be late with when its feeding time. The End. . .[my betta is the only fish I have that darts about real fast up and down when he sees me at feeding time]

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  22. Whoops, extra word up there.

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  23. I haven't busted out with this one in awhile:

    Fucking fantastic, palsy.

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  24. Hope you are having a good weekend Bone! Just came by to say hi!

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  25. ATag: Yeah, I gotta figure out how to write some happier fiction or something.

    Xinh: You know, both those sentences had five syllables ;)

    GirlFPS: My fish hasn't been eating for about the past week. I'm getting worried.

    Heather B: Wow. Thanks, pal.

    Renee: Yeah. I'll try and write something happier next time.

    Kate: Well, hi. Thanks for stopping by. Hope you had a good weekend, too.

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  26. Oh no, thats not a good sign, you should look at the health section of a few betta sites to find out whats wrong.

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