For visually challenged writers, the image shows a frosty dawn, seen through the bare branches of trees. The sky is aflame, dappled with pink clouds, deepening to orange and gold. On the horizon is a small hill crowned with trees, behind which the sun will rise.
This is the continuation of John and Susan. I have decided to make this a book. I am working on that on NANOWRIMO since there is a beginning that needs to be told. Part of these prompts won’t fit into the book but will use some of them eventually after a proper beginning.
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
Jack is waiting in Joanne’s family room in the farmhouse while she puts some dinner together for them. His eyes roam over the pictures on the mantle of John, identical to his son Oliver. Something is niggling at the back of his mind. Both he and Joanne come from a long line of ancestors with blond hair and blue eyes.
Looking at the pictures of John remind him that the boys have black hair and brown eyes. A rarity in their families. Jack continues to stare at the pictures and looking for some other resemblances to them as the parents and this current problem of the DNA of the boys since finding out that Oliver has 2 kidneys after all. Even though the doctor says, it is possible for a kidney that isn’t permanently damaged to regrow.
They have to redo the DNA testing as soon as possible. The receptionist seemed alright after the accident, and Jack had noticed the EMT had pushed the mail out of his way so he could work on her before moving her out of her vehicle. Jack hadn’t seen him pick up the damaged swabs and stuff them in his pocket though.
Relaxing there on the couch had caused him to fall asleep. Joanne covered him up when she brought in dinner, rather than waking him. He must be as tired as she was, and therefore after making sure the kids got home, she would head for bed herself.
A noise awakened him, and he found himself staring at a beautiful sunrise. The glow from it brightened up the whole room. The curtains hadn’t been drawn last night, and his dinner sat on the table beside him in case he woke up after a short sleep and was still hungry. Now he realized the noise came from the kitchen, and he hurried to see what was being served for breakfast.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/
Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.