The Rescue

I was on my way home from a very long shift at the hospital. It had been one of “those” shifts, you know those shifts. Someone has taken advantage of the free wifi and have diagnosed themselves with malaria or cholera. They need to see the doctor right away, He must know what they’ve found.

The patient at the end of the hall threw her medicine at me and the patient next door puked on my shoes.
Finally my shift is over and all I can think about is going home for a hot shower and climbing under the blanket with my book.

I clocked out and drove my car out of the parking lot and headed home.
My stomach growled reminding me that my cabinets were bare. A fast food restaurant was up ahead so I slowed and turned on my turn signal.

I was about to turn into the parking lot, when there was the sound of crunching metal and my body was violently thrown forward and jerked back to the seat. Someone had rear-ended me.
I completed my turn and parked in the parking lot so I didn’t block traffic. A large truck with a damaged front end pulled in next to me.

I got out of my car and went to inspect the damage and was met by a tall muscular man.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see a turn signal or any brake lights, you should probably have them checked” he said as he started ogling me. I could feel his sleazy stare travel the length of my body.

“Let me call the police so we can get an accident report.” I said and turned to get my cell phone from the front seat of the car. That’s when I heard a low whistle followed by a mm mm mm.

Oh, please let the police respond quickly.

I sat in the front seat of my car while I called the non emergency number. The dispatcher said since there were no injuries it would be 15 to 20 minutes before an officer could respond.

Great 15 minutes with the oaf.

I stepped out of my car and he was right there, so close I could smell the mint he had obviously just popped into his mouth.
“My name’s Steve.” He said as he put one hand on the open car door and the other on the hood of the car, trapping me between him and the car. “Why don’t we just trade insurance info and just go inside to eat. We can consider it a first date.”

My stomach revolted at that thought.

You’ll never believe what happened next.

Before I could answer I heard a familiar male voice say, “Andrea! Are you OK? I came as soon as I got your text message” Before I could get a good look at the face that belonged with the voice, he shoved pass the oaf and enveloped me in a gentle hug. I could smell the outdoorsy cologne. It was one I had smelled in the hospital but I couldn’t remember who had worn it.

While in the hug he whispered, “Just play along.”

He pulled back and cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eye, “Sweetheart, are you hurt? Do we need to call an ambulance?”

I was staring into the bluest eyes I had ever seen. The eyes of the new phlebotomist at the hospital. That’s why his voice was so familiar and the cologne. I had been in a couple of the patient’s rooms when he came to draw blood.

“No, Jason, I’m fine” I couldn’t stop looking in his eyes. It was like I was lost in them.

“That’s good.” He gently tipped my head down and gave my forehead a quick kiss. “Can’t have anything happening to my girl”

He turned and looked at oaf, who had backed away and was now staring daggers at Jason.

“I suppose you have insurance information for when the police arrive. We are going to go inside and grab a bite to eat while we wait on them.” He slid his hand into mine and led me into the restaurant.

He opened the door for me and let me lead the way.

“I’m sorry if I was out of line but I was in here eating when I saw you pull into the parking lot and could tell the big guy was giving you some trouble.” He let go of my hand.

“Would you like to join me?” He asked.

“Yes, I’d love to. And thank you for that.” I said as I nodded toward the parking lot. “I didn’t know how I was going to get out of it.”

I ordered my food and took it to the booth Jason had occupied. His food still lay there, getting cold.

“Why don’t you let me buy you some fresh food for coming to my rescue?” I asked.

“No, thanks. It was no problem, I am always available to rescue a beautiful woman. Plus I like my food a little cold.” He smiled and my stomach fluttered. He had a beautiful smile. I could feel the heat rising in my neck.

We made small talk while we finished eating. He looked past me and out the window into the parking lot.

“It looks like the police have finally arrived. Shall we go out and make this report?” He stood and gathered the trash.
“Can I tell you something?” He asked as I stood. I nodded my head.

“I hadn’t imagined our first date being like this.” He smiled again. “I was going to ask you out but couldn’t muster enough courage” He blushed at the confession.

“So, what do you say? Will you have dinner with me again and make it an official first date?”

‘I’d love to.” I said and grabbed his hand. “What do you say we go make oaf jealous?”


I should be writing….

I made a goal to write a book. I am 30 pages into that book. If I were honest, I should be a lot farther, I mean I started in April. I should be writing now but I’m blogging instead. If I wasn’t blogging, I’d be playing Pet Rescue Saga, or reading a book, or watching tv, anything really, but writing.

I am my own worse enemy. I let my fears and my doubts control me. I shouldn’t worry about if anyone will like what I am writing. I should just be proud that I am writing and once I have finish the book I should be proud of finishing it.

I shouldn’t write for others. I should write for me. That being said. I’m off to actually get some writing done.

Disclaimer, Copyright, Definitions, and Explanations

Let me take a few minutes to get this out of the way.

Unless otherwise indicated, all work is the original sole property of me, Jennifer Pierce. If it’s not mine, I will cite it. There will be occasions I will quote my children, but they are mine so……

Please don’t take my stuff. Pretty please with sugar on top. If you like it, let me know. If you want to use it somewhere just shoot me a message and ask. Don’t take it, that’s stealing and stealing is wrong. It’s one of the 10 Commandments.

Webster’s dictionary defines “opinion” as “a belief, judgment, or way of thinking about something : what someone thinks about a particular thing.” That is exactly what I will post. My opinion. It may not be the same as yours. You are entitled to yours and I am entitled to mine. If we disagree, we disagree. Let’s be civil.

Red- I will talk about Red. Red is my 6-year-old son, who has, you guessed it, red hair. Now he doesn’t have just red hair all over his head like any normal redheaded American. His red is mostly concentrated on the crown of his head. Sometimes I question my religion, should we have been Jewish? The child has a natural yarmulke. The rest of his hair is a strawberry blonde. Strange child. His kindergarten teacher lovingly referred to him as Opie at one parent teacher conference and then Dennis the Menace in the next breath.

LG- is my 11-year-old daughter. She is her mother’s daughter. She reminds me so much of myself that it drives me crazy. She loves basketball and volleyball. She is sweet, caring, and always helpful. Her teachers are always telling me how sweet she is and how much she likes to hug. She has developed a case of the attitudes lately. We are about to embark on the terrible teenage years. Pray for us and pass the valium please.

I don’t plan to update the blog daily. I do work 40 hours a week, have two children, teach children at church, sing in the Praise Team, and have a serious addiction to reading (just ask my husband). Do enjoy the blog and let me know what you think, you can even ask questions. I might answer them and I might not but it never hurts to ask, right?

The Field

“Meet me” a voice said, sending shivers of excitement coursing up her spine. She didn’t need to see who had spoken those words to know who it was or where they would meet. Hidden deep in the forest was a field of flowers in shades of pinks and purples.

They had been meeting in the field for years, ever since they were kids. The field had provided an escape. Escape from life, from pain, from everything.

They would lay in the field and watch the clouds, talking about everything and nothing. They poured their hearts out to each other there in the field.

She was walking what was once a well worn path through the dense forest. Weeds know sprang up where her feet had walked so many times before. Even with the path disappearing she could find the field, her heart would lead her.

She paused at the tree where the forest ended and the field began. Their initials were carved in a heart into the tree trunk. She ran her fingers over the letters, remembering the day he had pulled his knife from his pocket and carved them. He had done the same on the tree that was at the end of his path. That way when they left the field and headed their separate ways they would have a reminder that their hearts would be together even when they were physically apart.

She stepped out of the forest and the sun shone down on her face warming it. She took in the rainbow of colors that lay in front of her. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the flowers.

The scent brought the memories flooding in. Memories of their first kiss, their professions of love, his proposal. When the day comes for her to take his name, she would wear a crown of flowers woven from the flowers in their field.

She strode to the center of the field and sat. She started picking flowers and making necklaces. Hours were slowly passing by and still he had not shown. The sun was setting but she wouldn’t leave. She wouldn’t miss the chance to see him.

She didn’t doubt that he would show. There had been delays in the past. Chores his mother had made him do before he could leave. Once his dog had gotten loose and he had had to chase him all over the neighborhood before he could meet her.

She needed to see him now, to look into his beautiful blue eyes. The crickets began to chirp and the lightening bugs were dancing in the field.

She laid back and stared at the sky. Slowly the blue sky faded to black and stars danced in the night sky. She could name all of the constellations that filled the sky.

Her eyelids drifted close.

“Wake up my sweet.” His warm breath tickled as he whispered in her ear.

She smiled. He had finally come. She rolled onto her side not bothering to open her eyes. She could feel his warmth.

“Tell me, tell me what the future holds.”

“We will marry in the little church in town. You will be stunning with these flowers in your hair.” She could feel him move a strand of hair from her face. Still she didn’t open her eyes.

“We will move into a little house with a picket fence. I will tell you I love you everyday. I will cherish you. We will have children and grow old together”

“But first you must leave. You must don your uniform and ensure that our children will have the freedom we have enjoyed.” She said as her heart broke a little knowing he would be so far away from her.

“I will, but I will come back to you.” He gently kissed her forehead.

Suddenly she was cold, she could no longer feel his warmth. She opened her eyes and he wasn’t lying with her. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Where have you gone?” She looked around the field, looking for his shadow.

She couldn’t find him. Her heart sped up, she felt so alone.

“Gavin! Come back to me!” She screamed into the night. She was beginning to get scared. He was no where to be seen.


She could see flashes of light coming from his path. She raced to the path, chasing him.

“Gavin! Come back! Please don’t leave me” Tears had begun to fall from her eyes, wetting her cheeks.

Her foot caught an old tree root sending her slamming into the ground. She whimpered and climbed to her feet and began her run through the forest after the man she loved.

The light was getting closer. Finally, she caught up to the light and stopped. It wasn’t Gavin. It was her brother.

“Peter, what are you doing here? Have you seen Gavin? He was just here, in the field.” she was panting from the run and the tears were still streaming down her face. She needed him.

Peter stepped to her and grabbed her in a tight embrace. “Claire, He’s gone.”

“What do you mean he’s gone? Where did he go? He said he would come back for me.” The hysteria was building.
“Claire, he died, remember? He’s gone. He’s not coming back” He held her face still and looked into her eyes.

“No! I heard him. He told me to meet him. We laid in the field and he told me our future. He moved the hair from my face.” She couldn’t breathe. She had to go find him but Peter held her still.

“Claire, he was killed in combat. He’s not coming back. You must have fallen asleep in the field. The wind blew the hair from your face.”

He caught her as her knees gave out when it all came rushing back, the funeral, the taps, the 21 gun salute.

The End

The Beginning

I lost my father a year and half ago. I never imagined that he would die so young. Today is his birthday.

His death has taught me that life is short, you aren’t guaranteed tomorrow. I have done several things in the last year and half that I never thought I would or could do.

1. I entered a writing contest. I didn’t make it past the first stage but the important thing is that I tried. I am continuing to write and I’m learning new things.

2. I sang a solo at church. I was so nervous I shook the entire time. I will never do it again.

3. I work in a law office. When I started it was the attorney, another lady and myself. The other lady has since moved on to another job. It’s been me alone for the last 6 months. I thought my anxiety would get the best of me, but it hasn’t.

I plan to continue writing and maybe some day I will be published. I will continue to sing, but not necessarily a solo. I will continue to work at my job.

I am a mother to two wonderful children. I’ll probably complain about them, brag on them and share stories about them. I have a husband whom I love dearly even if he does give me gray hair.

Join me on my journey.