Playing around on Facebook the other day I came across a quiz that said we can guess your favorite color by the answers to our questions. So I gave it a go, thinking this should be a crock, and a complete waste of time. There were questions about my favorite type of music and the best way to spend a day. Did I like the outdoors and if so what did I like about it. I usually pretty chill in all I do. I take it easy. Don't cause a ruckus, Yes I have strong opinions but I have enough sense to allow you to have yours. I’m a kind of middle of the road person. Kool as you please. I have developed a taste for CHH (Christian Hip Hop) Kool and traditional Jazz, and light airy songs, such as can be found on XM’s Watercolors or Spa. I like the humor of Steve Harvey and Kevin Hart, the smell of lavender and ocean, so chill is my life. I like Whiskey Sours and Good smelling cigars, Yea chill is me and I is chill. So after I finished the 30 questions, yes there were 30 dang on questions, they determined correctly that my favorite color is Purple!

Purple people love peace and chill we are the one everyone comes to when they want a non judgemental answer we can see all sides and bring order out of chaos. Yes i have always loved purple. Lavender and lilac are my favorite.

Things to do before 10/09

(1) Decide what to do and where to go.

(2) How many days should I stay?

(3) Should I go back home (nyc) or somewhere tropical ?

(4 ) Should I bring a friend, My daughter, an enemy?

(5 ) Is Groupon or Priceline the better deal?

These things I need to know cause you only turn 50 once :)

Descriptive,...something used to describe….Hummm, like my mood right now? Fickle, fidgety, flighty, funny….dont know...that seems like illeration that is not what is exercise is about. No its about description, to describe. maybe to describe the smell in this room. This dusty old library that smells like a mix of old and new. Walls full of old books with yellowing pages or new computers fresh out of the box ready to be plugged in and used. Fresh babies that smell of milk and baby powder or the homeless who are just trying to get out of the summer heat that smell like sweat and stale socks, neither of which have seen water for a long time. No it's hard to smell on a page unless it is a scratch and sniff….. Maybe describe the sounds. Not many sounds in a library, just the hushed tones of people talking, schoolgirls giggling about something in a teen heartthrob book. Keyboards clicking, librarians shushing the kids in the children's section, books being reshelved, pages being ripped, ripping a page in a library that's not right ...ooops someone get that book from that toddler...wait she thinks its funny and does it again uh oh here comes a librarian, thats gonna be a book fine...Wait I’m supposed to be describing the scene...I guess that's what I did. Just flexing my writing muscle for today

Ok I’m supposed to write, right? Well how about I was writing and my WHOLE story disappeared!!!! OMG now I’m trying to start over but I don’t know if I have it in me. I better begin again. I hope that one day I find the story again to remember the nuances but I will try again.

Raymond sat in the hospital room looking at his baby a baby that was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. This was his child his creation the one thing that no one could deny as hard as people wanted to. Standing there holding his daughter yes HIS DAUGHTER, he was struck by how much she looked like her mother. Alex was in the hospital bed sleep, spent by the duty of childbirth, she was at peace. Raymond was just the opposite. Here he was a new father. He should be the proudest man on the planet, but no his heart was heavy. The door to the room slid open and in walked the reason for his discontent, Tyra. Tyra was his wife a mean spiteful woman with an agenda. If you didn’t fit into her little package you were to be eliminated. It didn’t matter what anyone else wanted, the only thing that mattered to here is that she got what she wanted. What she wanted was a secure future, that package was Raymond, she didn’t care it came at the expense of his happiness.

“Let’s go” she growled at a whisper as not to wake the baby or her mother whom she despised. “No, I’m not done holding my daughter Francine”. Raymond retorted. “Francine? That sounds like some country hick name that, that simpleton came up with”. She said pointing to Alex in the bed. “It was her grandmother’s name, and if you remember I’m from that the same area downeast, does that make me a simpleton too?” “No, Raymond, I’m just saying, you know it should be something prettier and more becoming like Chantal or Monique”.

“Oh so now we want your middle name on our daughter?” Raymond quizzed. With spite in her voice Tyra remarked, “You know I’m getting tired of you always bringing that up that, you and Alex made this baby! I go away for the weekend with my Sorority sisters last year and I come back and she is pregnant?!!” “Maybe you should have stayed down there in Florida” Raymond said flatly, “Maybe I should have listened and gone ahead with the divorce then.”

“Oh yeah, then where would you be?” she shot back “With this loser?” Indicating the sleeping Alex. “No you best stick with me kid that is if you want your six figure income and social status to stay intact”.

Raymond lowed the baby back in her bassinet and kissed her on the head. “Daddy will always take care of you no matter what”. Being more than sarcastic Tyra said to the baby, “Not if I can help it!” By this time Raymond has had enough and snatched his wife’s arm, and put his face directly in front of hers and says, “Listen, you hard-hearted, little bitch, you can say what you want to about Alex, cause she can fight for herself but, if I ever hear you say ANYTHING against my daughter again you WILL have hell to pay!”

Alex started stirring in her bed from the commotion, Tyra afraid of retribution scrambled for the door. Alex still groggy tried to speak and sit up. What..What’s going on…All at once with remembrance, she bolted upright and says, My baby! Raymond went to the bed to calm her. “No shhh, she is fine see, she’s is right here”. Pointing to the sleeping infant in the clear plexiglass container.

“Oh hey, Ray, who was that? Whose voice was that I heard?” Alex spoke with a groggy voice. Raymond responded, “Nobody important, you just rest, before Ms. Francie wakes up and you have to deal with her.” Alex giggling said , “Yeah my life will never be the same again, will it?” Raymond countered, “Correction our lives will never be the same.” Pausing Alex stated firmly, “No Ray you have to go with your wife, honor the vows you took. We were foolish and drunk that night, this should have never happened.”

Confused and concerned Ray sat on the edge of the hospital bed and said, “What, what should have never happened? Love? Making of a beautiful baby? The possibility of what could still be? “

Trying not to be hopeful, being a realist Alex slowly repeated, “You must go with your WIFE and not let anything put you asunder.” Searching his hands, “That would only apply if I was in this marriage voluntarily not being held captive by a madman and his company” stated Raymond flatly jumping up to pace the room. “I want more than anything to be out from under this cursed contract, but if I divorce Tyra, I lose my job and if I lose my job I can be sued by Xadrez for breach of contract and have to surrender all of my ideas and inventions to that crazy man for the rest of my life.”

“Yes that’s the terrible situation that you are in”…began Alex. “But the thing that I don’t want to lose is you! You and OUR beautiful daughter! Raymond retorted” “As I was saying, My life will never be the same, yours will only get brighter” Alex said finishinishing her thought.

“I will have my attorney draft papers for Child support and anything else you want, just please let me be a part of her life, Alex, please?!!” Standing there almost begging her for some connection to her and her daughter’s lives, Alex couldn’t help but smile. This man really did love her, and now his daughter. Too bad that he was someone else’s husband, even though he was tricked into it. The fact remained he was married. Her Grandmother Francine said the Lord will never give you another woman’s husband to be yours. Marriage is a covenant and is not made to be broken. The one who breaks that covenant up will have to answer for it. And that wasn’t going to be her.

#shortstories

What is going on here? maybe some one else will know.  I was sitting here happily typing away on my latest post and the next thing I know it was gone. I don't know did I hit something working on my keyboard? My WHOLE story disappeared? Wow, I thought that Prose kept a copy of your work for you.  If they did I sure can't find it. I can start over but I dont want too...Oh well I better start but not here not in Prose I dont trust it anymore.  Please note that if I find my story or any part of it here on this app some one is going to be sued to an inch of their life!!!! 

If anyone has any ideas on how to recover my story it would be very, very helpful

When you wake up in the morning when you are laying there half awake and you have already thanked the Lord for a new day and His mercies and your mind is floating in and out of consciousness, images come to you in the form of "light dreams" nothing heavy or deep just little wisps of reality and fantasy dialogue comes to you as a poem, spoken word, or play, it just comes and goes if you are swift you can catch on and write the information down.  My muse comes in dreams or when I am listening to music, mainly gospel it is as if God is speaking to me and telling what to tell the world in my own crazy mother wit wisdom.  The message I have for the world is real simple if you know who God is and He knows who you are ,just listen He will tell you what to do and what to write. God is my muse

Three blind mice see how they run, isn't that how it goes? But even with 20/20 vision sometimes we are still blind to our surroundings and how life treats us, or how we allow it to treat us. We, in essence, run around lost. Maybe we are not truly seeing as we need to but have a type of blindness that causes have an incorrect "view" of our world.  As a medical condition, blindness is the lack of sight.  The eyes send an image to the brain the brain registers it creating sight,  a memory is formed so the next time you see it you what your reaction is going to be.  When you see your mom as an infant you  are comforted but what if she is not ready to be a mother and she doesn't want to be a comforter instead she leaves you to fend for yourself? If you see fire as a child you know that it is something to keep you warm or it can actually hurt and destroy your world as you know it.  Or if you see a traffic signal as an adult, you know to take actions when the signal changes or is it that you are distracted and you don't see the signals change and your reaction time is slowed just a bit to allow for a terrible accident and put you in a world of hurt. When our vision is skewed we can be lost and wind up outside of our comfort zones and end up in that world of hurt.  The old saying goes take off those "rose colored glasses", has anyone thought that the "rose color" is the Love that we all need? If you know real love pure love the Love of God that maybe your "vision" of your world would help the world as a whole.  Sometimes you need to stop and take a look at your surroundings and the people in your world, maybe you are already in that world of hurt and don't know it. The hurt can be internal and has been there for so long that your "view" is that this is normal.  Stop and take the time to sharpen your "vision" find the sight you seek...In Jesus