Tell The Story Challenge

I was nominated to do this by Lydia. Thank you, Lydia! ๐Ÿ™‚ I have to stay, I am a little sheepish to put this story on….*Bites nails*


Pick an image out of the choices.

Write a short story, poem, or whatever that applies to that image.

Choose some other bloggers to do the same challenge.

Give your nominees a few more images to choose from.

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The Long Road Home

The gentle summer breeze played with Idina’s blond hair. There was a soft creaking sound as the young woman slowly pushed herself back and forth on the old porch swing. She stared absentmindedly into the distant sunset. A piece of slightly crumpled paper lay in her lap.ย Idina slowly lifted the paper and read it again.

“Idina, Dad is very sick. The doctors don’t think he has much longer. They took him home to… Daddy really wants to see you. He asks for you all of the time. I know it is hard for you to get over the past – I’m not asking you to. All I’m asking is that you come home. Come home to say goodbye. Your sister, Blancia.”

Idina sighed and blinked back the tears that welled up in her eyes. “How can I go back after…. after everything that he did? How can I go home and say goodbye when I don’t ever want to see him again?” She shook her head and walked quickly inside the small house that she shared with her best friend, Suzanne.ย 

Idina sat down at the table and slowly traced the lines in the wood. Her thoughts came so fast and so furiously, that tears began to race down her cheeks. She let her head drop into her arms.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Idina raised her head and saw the concerned face of her friend Suzanne looking down at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Idina smiled weakly.

Suzanne pulled a chair next to her friend and placed her hands on Idina’s shoulders. “Are you sure?”

Idina’s face twisted in sorrow as she tried to restrain her tears. “Yeah, really, don’t worry about me. I’m great.”

“You don’t look ‘great’ or ‘fine’ to me, Idina.” Suzanne tried to catch her friend’s downcast eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Idina sighed. “You don’t give up, do you?”

Suzanne laughed. “Not really, no.”

Idina smiled sadly while two tears slipped down her wet cheeks. “It’s just… well, my dad is….he’s dying and he….he wants to…” The words stuck in her throat.

“He wants to see you?” Suzanne asked gently.

Idina nodded miserably.

Suzanne wrapped her arms around the young woman’s bent shoulders. “Oh Idina, I’m sorry. I know that this is hard for you.”

Idina moaned. “That man never wanted to see me at all during my childhood. I was a burden to him.” Hot tears came in a rush. “My sister was the perfect child. She was the one that Dad loved. I was just the worthless, useless person who wasn’t capable of doing anything.” Sobs chocked her voice. “And now, when he’s dying, he wants to see me?! How can he even think that I’ll come?! I haven’t seen him in seven years! Never once since I left the house has he even reached out to contact me!”

“People can change, you know.” Suzanne whispered.

Idina shook her head. “Not all people change. Some people are too entrenched in their own selfish lives.”

Suzanne stroked her friend’s hair. “God’s love can change anyone. Look how much He has changed your life, Idina!”

Idina shook her head again. “I know that. But my dad hated God. He hated anything to do with religion. He didn’t care about me at all. Am I just supposed to forget that?!”

“No, of course not.” Suzanne said. “You will never be able to forget the pain. But you can forgive.”

“Forgive him?!” Idina laughed shortly. “No. I cannot, will not forgive him.” She glared at her friend. “And before you say anything, yes, I KNOW that God forgave me of all my terrible sins so I should do the same with my father. If I don’t, I’m a hypocrite. But Suzanne, some things hurt so much – some wounds are so deep that they can’t just be healed overnight.”

“I understand that.” Suzanne said gently. “And I wouldn’t say that you are a hypocrite.” She paused. “Idina, I’m here for you no matter what. I understand if you don’t want to go see your father. And if you do decide to go, if you want me to, I can go with you.”

Idina squeezed her friend’s hand. “Thanks Suzanne.” She stood up. “I’m going to bed. I have work in the morning.”

Suzanne nodded. “Goodnight.”

Idina wearily walked to her room. She knelt beside her bed. “Dear Lord, help me. I don’t know what to do. I know that you call us to forgive as you have forgive us… but how can I forgive my father? I know that people say ‘time heals all wounds’. But it doesn’t. No amount of time will heal my pain. I don’t know what to do! Please, if I am supposed to go see my dad, give me strength to go back there… help me…”

Later the next night, as Suzanne and Idina sat across from each other at the dinner table, Idina brought up the subject that had been bothering her all day.

“Suzanne…” Idina put down her fork and stared into the distance. “I…I’ve decided to….to go home.” Her lips quivered as memories of her childhood flooded her mind. “You offered to go with me….I would really appreciate that. I can’t go alone.”

Suzanne smiled. “Of course I will come with you.” She glanced at the downcast eyes of Idina. “And girl, I’m really proud of you.”

Idina smiled, but there were tears in her eyes. “Thanks.”

Early the next morning the two young woman were heading down the long road towards Idina’s childhood home. As they got nearer and nearer, Idina’s heart began to pound wildly. The old feeling of never being good enough once again rose in her heart. She began to shake with an unknown fear.

“Stop, Suzanne.” Idina said. “I…I just can’t keep going. Let’s go back.”

Suzanne pulled the car over to the curb. “Do you really mean that?”

Idina laid her head on the cool window pane. “I don’t know! I haven’t driven down this road for years….everything is just so….painful….”

Suzanne listened with quiet sympathy before saying, “We can go back if you want. I’m here for you.”

Idina took a deep breath to steady herself. “No…no, let’s keep going. I need to do this.”

A few minutes later, they arrived at Idina’s childhood home. Idina hesitated as she stepped up to the door. “God, please give me strength to do this.” She prayed silently. She opened the door quietly and stepped inside.

“Daddy, I’m here….”

Okay. The end. I want to know your honest opinions. *Shudders* I won’t be crushed if you tell me it is terrible!

I nominate:





Here are your pictures! ๐Ÿ˜‰ (Wow, I wish that I could take pictures like that! XD They are so… neat!)

red and blue hot air balloon floating on air on body of water during night time

bridge clouds cloudy dark clouds

bridge colorful colourful dock

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