This week I'm collaborating with my good friend PJ @  Scenes From The Backs Of My Eyelids to create what we like to think of as a rolling work, done in multiple chapters. The prompt in each chapter is blue:


It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades, allowing the goosebumps to again surface...

Summer breezes blow so cool down by the pond and that's where I was going. Bare feet, my favorite cotton dress, a glass of sweet lemonade Mama made that morning.

And thoughts of him...

This was my quiet place hidden across the meadow. I could peel the confinement of society away, slowly sink my bare skin into the cool, calming water and dream myself far away.

That's where I was when I heard the voice. So soothing, so confident, so enticing.

Maybe I was lost in deep thoughts, only wishing to hear it....


“Becky, I knew you hadn’t forgotten me, girl!” His familiar Camel smoking, JD drinking rasp made my heart quicken, like always.

I didn’t dare move. Well, my eyes darted as far as they could in the direction from which his voice had come without moving my head.

I waited for something more; anything more. It was only after my lungs had an audible intake of air, I realized I’d been holding my breath.

The sun inched slowly west across the summer sky. I raked my hand through my hair and silently chided myself for getting carried away like I had.

It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades….


So many ends to tie up. The sale, the packing, items to be donated. Time was running short.
The sun's slipping into it's bed and I need to finish this back yard.

How is it life can stomp on your heart without even the slightest warning? I'd been so sure of myself. So comfortable soaking in the sweetness of what, to me, was the ideal life.

And yet so vulnerable.

Oh, the choices I've made, the loves I've known....and let slip away.
It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades.
Many years have slowly blanketed that day. Yet my mind is haunted with memories of such splendor...


“Becky! Where are you?” Mama’s yell jolted me back to reality. It didn’t matter that I was fully grown. I was her youngest; a blessing and a curse.

“Mama, I’m out here trying to finish up the backyard before dark!” I hollered back.

Mama stepped out on the back stoop. “That’s dilly-dallying if I ever saw it! You’d best get a move on! And don’t go putting that mower into the shed before you hose it down! I know how you are when you’re hurried, doing things all willy-nilly. “

I watched as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. 

It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades.”


☆☆Mumsy said...

Oh ladies of my heart, this is so beautiful, each short post left me yearning for more..Keep up the good work!

Cheryl said...

Wow! I didn't realize you'd jumped into a part 3 while I was busy elsewhere. Loved part 1 and 2 and this one finishes it up so nicely.

You guys rock!

Viki said...

What a great ending, if this is the ending ;-) I loved it.

PⒿ @ $ € € ₦$ ₣®0₥... said...

You like making things a challenge. I probably should thank you for making me think......MWAHAHAHA!

⚜ ↁℯℬℬᴵℰ⚜@ Debbiedoos blogging and blabbing said...

These Saturday census are really a cool challenging...I really enjoyed reading it.

Tgoette said...

Very nice work from both of you two ladies! So cool that you take it to the next level. Well done!

Jenny said...

Wow, you guys rock! Do you know the other story before we see it, or do you just write it when you read it like the rest of us? Did that make sense?

I'm really enjoying these.

Tracy said...

you are going to have to make these into a book