Field Visit

They said I’d find her in an old house behind Edison’s Supermarket, which wouldn’t have been too much of a problem if there had only been one of them.  Walking door to door only led me from one abandoned home to another, one place where lives had been lived and then picked-up and moved to another place, sometimes because the owners of those lives had wanted to move, and other times because they had no choice, the greater life was moving them along against their will or staid complacency.  And there was a desolation, too, that ran deep and into the dirt on that clouded day; it ran beneath the broken asphalt of the streets and the buckled concrete of the long unused driveways and sidewalks that led to burned-out garages and weather-warped front doors.  It spoke to my wondering soul and prompted more questions than there were answers to fulfill…and left me feeling sadly empty and alone despite the fullness of my own life.

I walked the streets and alleys for hours that morning, entering the castaway homes and calling and looking for a blonde and stringy-haired girl whose life was circling an abyss of injection and want.  I couldn’t find her…or didn’t, anyway.  Maybe she’ll be rescued on another day….

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10 responses

  1. Wow…brief, but dark. Another well-written piece, Scott.

    January 5, 2012 at 12:00 pm

    • Yes…it is kind of dark, Kerry…kind of real like that. Thank you. 🙂

      January 5, 2012 at 6:28 pm

  2. Striking image, striking story as well.

    January 5, 2012 at 3:20 pm

    • Thank you, Mike. Looking at your abandoned industrial shots inspired me to look at some abandoned building photos of my own…so thank you, Sir. 🙂

      January 5, 2012 at 6:29 pm

  3. I imagine that giving yourself hope about your clients is fundamental to being able to cope with their situations day after day.

    January 6, 2012 at 4:20 pm

    • Yes, Annie, we do try to maintain hope…sometimes it’s faltering, but it’s usually there. Thank you for visiting and for letting me know you were here.

      January 6, 2012 at 6:47 pm

  4. Bless you & the millions of stringy haired girls (boys) circling that abyss ~ there is such hope in the piece ~ Thank you~
    Aurora

    January 6, 2012 at 9:19 pm

    • Thank you, Aurora…such nice words.

      January 7, 2012 at 6:57 am

  5. What profound emotion is drawn up for the reader…in so few sentences…..thank you for sharing this wonderfully written piece…..

    May 26, 2012 at 12:43 pm

    • I’m glad it had that effect, Kirsten…you are welcome for sharing…and thank you for your thoughtful comment. 🙂

      May 26, 2012 at 1:39 pm

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