Moving Day.

Sun-less sky on this morning, dark and dreary. Clouds blocked most light to dust the lands with a drab hue. Inside Bella, she was happy to finally escape. She had been living in this small box for what seems an age. An age that had punctuated moments of happiness, but happiness that led to nowhere. Moving is an opening to a new beginning. This house, this new house, was from her aunt that died a few years ago. When Bella was a child, she would visit this aunt in her summers off from elementary school. Dot, short for Dorothy, never had children, so treated Bella like her child. Bella enjoyed having two mothers. In her mind, she joked that she had one and one-half mothers. Dorothy was her full mother and her biological mother was one-half. One-half in everything, but at least better than her father, which was a zero in everything.

"Hey! Some people are working here!" Sam joked.

Bella was startled. She was lost in her mind again. Sam was packing boxes into their green rusty car. Salted roads in the Midwest were terrible for car frames. Bella looked back at Sam. In her lostness, she forgot that Sam was doing all the heavy lifting. She will miss this box of a home. Even when it was warm outside, their home was always cold inside. There was always love inside because they would just cuddle to keep each other warm. She loved Sam. Now, looking at the sky, she felt the sky was sad to see them go. The dark and dreary, the hues of bright color of all showed the land could not yet feel nothing. Maybe the feeling was in her, the nothing. The everything, the bright, the greys, and the new beginning. Soon they will be on the road. In two days they will be in Arkansas, her old childhood home with her full-mother.

(this story segment continues tomorrow)