Leaving

Leaving

A Story by Pat Jacobs
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Leaving

The reasons that people leave are as different as daylight and dark.  Sometimes it is easy and joyous, and other times it is painful and incredibly difficult.  There are as many reasons to leave as there are leaves on a tree.  It is funny that the word leaf is so similar to leave.  A leaf begins to change like humans do, and throughout our seasons of life we have to leave one situation and replace it with something else.

Barbara seemed to think that chewing on a stale potato chip would keep her from starving.  Her reserve snacks were getting low and it would be another hour or so until the bus arrived at a place where she had the time to replenish her supply.  The chocolate chip cookies were eaten hours ago and her boxed juices and bottled water were completely gone.  She only had a sugared cola and that only made her thirstier.  She chewed for a little and actually thought that the chip tasted like potato.  Such are the delights of the road.  Her mind wandered to the dinner table and she smiled thinking about the first time she made the mashed potatoes with cheddar cheese.  It was the first time she served it to her family and before the meal was over, the heaping bowl of potatoes was completely gone.   It made the chef smile.  She could feel her face return to the happiness of that evening with her family.  

She turned toward the person in the seat next to her and the woman was asleep.  The book in her hands was about to drop onto the sticky floor of the bus.   Barbara tilted her head slightly as she was curious about what the title of the book was.  It was a mystery.  "Bodies in the Alley" was the title.  It was another one of those quickly written trash novels that some mother of a brood of children wrote to pass the time.  She must have won the publishing lottery.  How easy it was for some sections of the general population to write trash and get published, she thought.  This depressed Barbara.  She turned and looked out towards the North.  They were passing by some Douglas fir trees.  She stared without looking.  The scenery was blurred by the steam that settled on the inside of the windows.  She felt hot.  Most of the people were sleeping or were listening to their own music.  The batteries on her MP3 player had died miles ago, and she hadn't the time to plug it up to a wall socket.  She missed her music.  It was her music.  She recorded some of her own music and she could listen to herself sing. 

© 2013 Pat Jacobs


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Hiya Pat ! I'm a friend of Sam's, hopefully he's gonna protect me if I get into trouble here (I hope). In any case, he sent out a general invite to come and meet and greet ya. And - that's just what I'm doing, I'm no so into poetry (unless it rhymes really good and you can sing it and junk), more so into stories.

I've had days like that where I chew on a chip or a piece of grass and sit and think about my place in the universe. And yah, the life of a writer is never an easy road. Our brain gets so filled up with stuff and caint stay in there nomores so it's gotta come on out - and in our writing if we're lucky, and if we're not - well you wind up in the mental ward talking to your teddy bear and hearing it talk back, thattaways with me anyways.

Kind of a sad story you wrote here, but mellow. Looks like Barbara ran away from home and is seeing it's no such a good idea. Hope she sees happier days ahead and would definitely like to see more of your writing in the future.

I'm REALLY new here so I guess if I review a story (which I like to do now), I'll rate 'em all 100 just to be on the safe side.


Posted 11 Years Ago


dw817

11 Years Ago

I remember running away from home - I dunno, I just got it in my head that there were people waiting.. read more
Pat Jacobs

11 Years Ago

Lovely story.
dw817

11 Years Ago

I worked it into Barrier. I'm a firm believer a good writer plucks elements straight out of their ow.. read more
Very good, an outstanding first three paragraphs--really. Left me wanting more. Who is Barbara? Where's she going?

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Pat Jacobs

11 Years Ago

Barbara is going to Nashville...she thinks.

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