This week’s Carrot Ranch Prompt is to write a story about being lost. I have felt lost, turned around, since the phone call last week.
September 9, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone or something that’s lost. It can be lost in a setting (storm, darkness, ocean) or it can be a feeling. Is there a recovery? What are the consequences of remaining lost? What are the opportunities?
For days, she felt like a child at a birthday party who had been blindfolded and spun so many times she didn’t know where the target was.
She inched her way into the unfamiliar territory, crawling her fingers through the darkness. Evaluating faces of friends for clues whether the friendship stood strong. Grieving the loss of an old life as she wholeheartedly embraced a new one.
As she felt her way through the darkness, she wondered whether the blindfold would ever come off. She found a guide, and discovered her support. Slowly, as through a mesh, the blindfold disappeared.
It took a few days, but I finally feel comfortable to share my decision. I got a phone call from a friend of mine who is the Democratic Party Caucus Chair in the Missouri House of Representatives. She is looking for candidates for the House seat in my district. The current Representative cannot run after this term. I still have to be OK’d by the party, but I think I’m going to run.
So I plan to spend the next year campaigning for office. It’s going to be a lot of work, but I look forward to it.