Morgan stepped from the tub and rubbed herself dry with the scratchy towel. She got fully dressed in her last clean set of clothes, just in case, and slipped between the sheets. She hoped sleep would come quickly because she was done.
It seemed that while her body could go no more, her mind was wide awake and restless. Now that she was relatively safe, the focus required for survival was absent and her brain was free to wander. Turning over she grabbed the walkman from her pack and slipped the headphones over her ears. She tuned the station to white noise and laid back down.
“Think about tomorrow,” she thought. “Tomorrow I’ll be with Clare.”
Memories of Clare skipped through her mind. It seemed like no matter what happened he was always there. He was the thread that stitched together her life story. She smiled when she remembered the first time she met him, her first day of kindergarten.
Morgan sat in the too big desk staring at the door out of which her mom had just walked and trying her best not to cry. She didn’t want the other kids to think she was a baby. Regardless of what that nasty Jenny Thompson said, she was NOT a baby. Why did the teacher have to sit Jenny right in front of her? Now she would have to look at bobbing blond ponytail for the rest of the year.
A boy slipped into the desk next to hers. Morgan glanced over to see who it was, but it was someone she didn’t know. His hair was close cropped, and his skin was just lighter than chocolate, but the most impressive thing about him was the smile he shined her way. It was the absolute best smile she had ever seen. She felt warmer and safer just looking at him.
“Hi. My name’s Clarence.”
Jenny twirled around, “Clarence? What kind of silly name is that?”
“Well I guess it was the kind I was given,” he responded and then looked at Morgan. “What’s your name?”
“She’s got a boy name,” Jenny taunted.
Clarence cocked one eyebrow and focused his attention squarely on the patent leather princess. “Well she looks like a girl to me so I guess that makes it a girl name. Besides, I think it’s cool. At least she doesn’t have a name that sounds like everybody else’s.”
Jenny harrumphed and turned back to face the front of the class.
Clarence glanced Morgan’s way as the teacher called for everyone’s attention and whispered, “you can call me Clare.”
Morgan and Clare were inseparable at school. At least they were until she had to move away after her parent’s accident. The day he walked into the foster home was the first time she smiled after her parents died. The day he aged out was the last.
But she would see him again tomorrow, and he would take care of her. He always did.
This week the ladies at Write On Edge provided us with a photo of various items and asked us to play “I spy” for our creative writing prompt. I chose thread.