Meet Me at the Square

Photo by Dmitry Spravko (kaprion)
Photo provided by Unsplash

She stood outside the palace awaiting his arrival.

She would wait for him forever if she had to.

Her love was on reserve for him, only him.

She had started to worry about his lateness.

A bell in the distance began to jingle.

A loudspeaker beckoned a stranger from afar.

She pondered where he could be.

Their hearts, she thought, were melded together as one.

She swivels looking backward at the sound of a familiar voice.

He swooped up behind her and hugged her from behind.

“Sorry I’m late my love…” he said as he got down on one knee.

A ring he presented her with along with a smile on his face.

“Spend forever with me?”

Her answer held back reticent from shock at first.

She swallowed deep in her throat.

Her mind was racing, and her chest anxious.

“Yes! My goodness! Yes!”

He placed the ring on her finger, and they kissed.

He was worth the wait.

This was written for Nox’s Photo of the Day and Word of the Day, along with Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, Ragtag’s Daily Prompt, Word of the Day Challenge, and Your Daily Word Prompt.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 6

Back in Arkansas, Fiona had worked meticulously to become a nurse, and she had paid her way all by herself.  Her husband left her and Davina when Davina was Sebastian’s age, and she had not seen or heard from him since.  The city they lived in was small and gossip-ridden.  You know the ones…everyone knew everyone and everything.  Fiona’s husband’s departing them was the talk of the town for so many years, so nursing school kept her mind off the nonsense stirring around in town.  Eventually, it came to an end, but it only stopped due to the drama that began happening with Davina and Cole.  By this time, Fiona had become a registered nurse, and she had found a job at the local hospital which Davina and Sebastian had to frequent due to her abuse from Cole.  Aurora was a great friend and co-worker to Fiona, and she was very close-lipped, at first.  It was pleasing to find such a quality in a friend in such a small town.  Aurora was great with handling the dealings of Cole upon both Davina and Sebastian, but the last visit was where she drew the line between speaking and staying silent for them.  The last incident with the stairs was too much for Aurora to ignore, and she talked Davina into getting in touch with law enforcement.  Sebastian was starting to get hit a lot, and people were noticing the “too often” visits to the Emergency Department.  Aurora played a huge role in getting safe along with Detective Finn Marlow. 

Detective Marlow saved Fiona, Davina, and Sebastian from the grips of a very dangerous man.  He had been watching Cole for quite a while due to his involvement in local drug trades and sex trafficking.  He had only obtained the title of Detective about six months prior to meeting Davina and Sebastian, but he had known about Cole for years.  Marlow had advanced his career by following the drug ring, and he made his promotion by discovering that Cole’s organization was involved in trafficking young girls as well.  All the members of the Deville family were just bad seeds, and Davina along with Sebastian was caught in the middle of it all until they got out…or so they thought.

As the clock ticked onto the 24th hour, Fiona wiped tears from her eyes after reading everything her daughter had endured from such a dangerous relationship.  They had never talked about all the terrible things that Davina had seen throughout her time with Cole, and to be honest, she did not really want to ever know things like that. 

When the U.S. Marshalls moved them to Indiana, Fiona could have stayed and continued her life, but it was too risky because the family did not know if she knew anything.  The choice to leave was hard because she had to leave her life behind.  It was a no-brainer after seeing her sweet daughter banged up and bruised for what seemed like the 100th time.  It was worth it, she thought, to be free of seeing Davina in pain. She left it all behind and never thought she would have to face it again.

She sipped her fountain soda, Pepsi, and she picked up the receiver to the landline to make a call to the officer who came to her aid with the car. 

“Yes, may I please speak with Officer Jenson?”

The officer who answered the phone directed her call to him.

“Johnson here, can I help you?”

“This is Fiona Ridings.  You helped with my daughter’s car last evening.  She is still missing.”

“Ah, yes Ms. Ridings…I’m afraid I need to see you at the station.  Would you be able to come down?”

His voice was sad and mysterious, but Fiona quickly answered, “Of course…I’ll be right there.”

“Okay, just ask for me at the desk, and I will come to get you.”

“Alright, goodbye.”

He too ended the call with a goodbye, and she hung the receiver up with a lone tear dragging her cheek.  She knew something was going on and had gone wrong.  She could feel it inside her soul.  It was going to be a long drive to the police station, and the roads were bad since it was the first snow of the season

She tried not to allow herself to be distracted as she cruised atop the icy roads from the country into the city.  The fog was low to the road and almost did not permit her to see far enough in front of her, but she navigated through the conditions with ease.  She turned on the radio in her pickup truck, and it helped to ease her nerves to the slightest amount needed to get from point A to point B.  As she arrived at the parking lot of the station, she saw a U.S. Marshalls vehicle and an unmarked government vehicle parked at the side of the building.  She recognized one of the men, and he was wearing the normal suit and tie garb that most detectives wear.  Seeing him meant that her gut feeling was right.  Cole is involved in Davina not coming home.

She called Sharon before leaving the house to make sure Sebastian was still able to hang out over at the house with Sharon and her family, and she gave a big thumbs up from afar.  Her voice was happy and soothing, so Fiona knew he would be safe there.  She told Sharon she had to go talk to the officer after finding Davina’s car, but the sweet waitress had no idea of the past that Davina had or why she would be missing.

Fiona turned the key to shut off the engine, and she sat there for just a moment to collect herself.  She had not seen Detective Marlow for years, and she knew the circumstances were dire for him to be here. As she walked up to the station doors to pull them open, he met her there with a sad look on his face.  He could not smile, and he could only put his head down as she walked inside the lobby.

“What’s happening?  Where is she?”

“Fiona, I’m afraid we have uncovered a corpse over by the fire station in the water.  Can you come with me, please?”

She was gasping inside herself with fear as she followed the tall dark-haired man down to the elevator.  When he pressed the “B” on the floor buttons, dread consumed her mind, and her tears began flowing down her cheeks.  There was only one thing down in the basement, and it was the Vigo County Coroner’s office and the morgue. 

As the elevator come to a bumpy stop, the doors opened to a flood of cold, stale air into Fiona’s face.  Detective Marlow, with the still sad look on his face, gestured to exit right, and she did slowly with her arms crossed.  The cold bit into her skin along with her nerves making her bones shake like a rattlesnake’s tail.  The detective led her down the hallway to the Coroner’s office, where she saw a table with a sheet-covered corpse laying on top of it.  The smell in the room stung her nose, so she covered it with her finger.  Tears were pouring from her eyes, and she could barely breathe from being so distressed.  She never thought in all of her years that she would be here…doing this. 

“Ma’am…”, the coroner said, nodding his head.

“Fiona, I need you to identify the body…I’m sorry.”, the detective said as he took a step toward the table and brought her with him with a soft pull of her back.

The coroner pulled the sheet back only past the neck of the corpse, and Fiona lost her footing.  Detective Marlow was prepared to catch her. 

“Davina…”, she gasped.

It was indeed her daughter.  Davina was lying dead on the table.  There were marks on her neck and bruises all over her face.  He had found them.  Sebastian, she thought.

“Detective Marlow, we need to go get Sebastian…he’s not safe.”

For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

xoxo, E.M.

©E.M. Kingston

E.M. Sees Tranquility – #WDYS Prompt

Tranquility is something that I try to find but have a hard time fighting through my demons to find it. This prompt from Sadje for What Do You See? has brought me a bit of it. Below the picture is my viewpoint of this beautiful picture.

Image credit; Sean Robertson @ Unsplash

The rocks are still as they wear the fog.

The moss grows as a remnant of moisture that used to gather at the rock peaks.

A lone neuron in my brain say peace and tranquility live here.

The incantation of my spirit grows with the flow of the water and fog along the surface.

How does the water decide which way it will go as it approaches the rocks, I wonder?

The screed of the construction of rocks create the art of nature.

It’s tranquil, free, and without restraint.

xoxo, E.M.

My Stream of Consciousness – 10/16/2021 – A lot of “Ifs”

If only I had been stronger to fight the demons, my life would be different. However, she tells me that I am very strong to have been through so much and continue to stand strong and achieve my goals.

If I would have listened to my inner self, I could have saved my family many tears, pain, and sorrow.

If I would have lived my life better and made better choices, they would have never suffered from my failures.

If I look to the moon and stars, I can feel a connection with this amazing energy, but I waste it sometimes.

If he asked me to come back, I would let him.

If I was a little bit more brave, I would tell him how I really feel.

If I felt better, I would get more done.

If I would have started my life sooner, it would resolve so much regret.

If my physical pain would subside, my mental would feel less stressed.

If I look in the mirror, I sometimes do not like the face staring back at me.

If I achieve my dreams, I will feel star spangled inside of my soul for once.

If I would have noticed his behavior before marrying him, he would have never been able to swindle all of my stuff away from me, and I would have been able to be more productive financially.

If not for betrayal, I would have never been able to espy towards the type of person that I want to be. It’s a process daily, but it is in my sights.


This was written for Linda’s Stream of Consciousness (SoCS) weekly prompt. I combined the word challenges in this as well since I am running behind today. It’s so many “ifs”, but there is room for improvement by looking at them and seeing what I need to be doing to fix myself.

Anxious Heartbreak

Her upper lip quivered as she felt her heart being ripped from her chest.

The world she had created was being swallowed up by the fissure of mistakes of her past.

One conversation would change life back to a time when she was unstable and broken.

Her heartbreak was matching the anxiousness she was feeling in her soul as she lost everything again.

She had no understanding how it is always so easy for people to walk out of her life.

Except they do that all the time, and it is always when her life is one huge bungle of failure.

She’s running out of lives to live…

xoxo, E.M.

E.M.’s Photo Challenge #386

This is the first time using this Photo Challenge prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, and I am really excited to try it. I am going to mix the word challenges in this creation, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Photo Credit: Caters

He looks down at the dirty streets filled with cars and people, and he wonders what it would feel like to fall. Tears fill his eyes in a flood of emotion, and he runs his fingers along the underside of groovy edges on the cement balcony upon which he sits while peeking over the edge of his knees. He feels like his life is an allusion of what he should be, and the sounds coming from below are bloodcurdling, loud, and triggering.

He is too scared to push off forward to his demise, and he hopes someone will come to save him from himself. He wants to look back but can only look down. His face flushes with fear, and his ears feel as hot as the sun in the desert.

Then it happened. He no longer felt like he was on fire. He feels divine intervention holding onto him as his heart races, causing a shiver in his bones.

“I can’t do this”, he says to himself. He slowly backs his bottom to where he can put each leg in a safe place and exits his looming demise.

“I have too much life to live to go out like this. Thank you, God!”

He exits the balcony, grabs a bottle of water, and walks out the door to never go back again.

Me vs Me

Heavy breath from my lips
Used to be light and fluffy
My thoughts now so radioactive
Toxic to my well-being
A tide of events breaks my heart
Into pieces of what used to be me
My anxiety is a man-eater, except I’m female
Raging with it’s own hormones and darkness
It’s ludicrious how much I live there
Inside of myself, hating this version
Of who I have become from who I was
This person a malapert edition of failure
I straddle my emotions like a horse
Trying to guide my essence, but being overcome
I need to find out who I am again…

xoxo, E.M.

This is my submission for the word challenges from Daily Spur, Fandango, Ragtag, My Vivid Blog, Word of the Day Challenge, and Your Daily Word Prompt.

Voices: E.M.’s First Sestina

I got a little preoccupied trying a new style of poetry, so I have not posted since Friday. One of my fellow writers, revivedwriter, did a Sestina, and it was so cool that I wanted to try it myself. It’s a very difficult poetry style, and it really challenged me. With that said, I am using the word challenges from October 1st and October 2nd to write the Sestina.

The word challenges for October 1 & 2 were as follows:

Now, let’s continue with Voices…

Brief moments of peace, I yearn to have some quiet
Every feeling inside of me, so raw and extreme
I sit still, listening to an empty room become loud
With the voices jabbering inside of my head
My footsteps are like those of a ghoul sneaking by me
These walls hold my pain, my declivity, and my soul

The fear I am sick with consumes my aching soul
Change has me on eggshells, “be very quiet!”
The figment in my imagination, the pain eats at me
All of my senses intensified, it’s to an extreme
My failure rings out like a bell inside of my head
As I cannot quiet my suffering that screams loud

Respect for my situation is truth, but still I cry loud
As the wave of blame falls upon my tired soul
I carry everything…so heavy…on my shoulders and head
No tight hugs to hold me when the darkness becomes quiet
A rarity is the one good feeling, all it takes to heal me

A plethora of emotions come close and swallow me
The feeling of drowning when the voices get too loud
Out of control thoughts, no longer mild, only extreme
They are picking and tearing into this old tired soul
Stop! Why can you not be quiet?
This is too much…get out of my head!

My nerves are dancing and standing intrinsic to my head
As they feel of life, the decay of my essence threatens me
They refuse to sit down, dancing about and not quiet
The more I kick and scream, the dancing is getting so loud
This illness is sickening and overwhelming everything about me
Do you hear me? I am yelling at you with my voice loud!
Only to find out I am not loud at all…It’s quiet.

xoxo, E.M.

Long story, short…

I’ve been packing today and trying to find everything I need, including every document to start a new life yet again. My hand has been upon my forehead in distress several times today, but we got a vast amount of work completed for the move, my daughter and I. We are very much alike and share many genetic and personality similarities, except my hoarding. I keep little, primordial things that date back to before the kids were born, and I get agitated if I lose my things. I have lost so much that the little things mean the most…

Did I mention that I hate moving more than laundry or dishes? LOL

I hope you enjoy my short story of my day using all of my word challenges *smiles*

xoxo, E.M.

Early Years of E.M.

I am back with the word challenges today from my favorite daily prompts, and I figured I would take it back to a time when life was easy, which was just being a kid who learned to write poems and found her creativity. I hope you all will enjoy!

The word challenges today are teacher from Nox, composition from Fandango, phobia from Ragtag, watery from WOTD via Cyanny, hint from My Vivid Blog (my first for this prompt), and repine from Your Daily Word Prompt (also the first one).


A teacher lit the light in my soul
Bringing me to poetry composition
The phobia of doubting myself vanished
The connection become immediate and real
No repine from me, in the feelings of my peers
I wrote without of hint of holding back
Like the watery falls from atop a mountain
I found my way with words and expression
I found who I am…

xoxo, E.M.