I wasn’t home. I didn’t see the terrified look on her face, with a hint of relief when she thought she had reached her safe place. I didn’t see the return of fear when she learned our home was not the safe place she was searching for.
I imagine her face. I see her story-filled eyes; stories that shouldn’t be true. I watch her checking over her shoulder to ensure she is alone. My heart is racing for her nightmare to end. It drops when she understands she hasn’t found what she is seeking.
It was eleven years ago. It was in a neighborhood where no one hopes to live. She escaped her husband. Her whole being screamed of abuse. She was brave. She ran. She was filled with faith and trust in the human spirit despite what she’d been through. She shared her story with my roommate. He gave her his time and hope.
I wasn’t home.
I never saw her.
I continue to pray for her.
peanutrwco
March 10, 2013 at 6:58 am
Wow! This is so powerful. I hope that she’s ok.
elle1955
March 10, 2013 at 8:31 am
Beautifully crafted. You told us a lot but left much for us to fill in. The image is strong.
Patricia H
March 10, 2013 at 10:01 am
Unanswered questions haunt us, yet give us cause to think. Thanks for that reminder.
mpistek
March 10, 2013 at 10:31 am
Wow, strong piece. You kept me wanting to continue to read to find out what was happening and why…
dmurphy2013
March 10, 2013 at 12:14 pm
Beautifully written. You told a powerful story here but left me with some unanswered questions. Powerful.
brighidk28
March 10, 2013 at 7:04 pm
Extremely powerful. The reader is left unsure, uneasy, vacant… much like woman discussed. Very elusive, but the omission speaks volumes.
caroline524
March 10, 2013 at 8:59 pm
This piece had me engaged from the beginning. I wanted to read more. I pray all is well with this woman.