#My52 “The Price of a Life, conclusion”

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#My52: Week 8

Word prompt: photograph

Word count – 2632

Reading time – 6 mins,  35 secs


Part VII

Against his better judgment, Dex opened the door in the far corner of the dining room and walked down the back hallway.

Montages from his life in this house flashed through his mind.

A game of hide-and-seek with his dad.

Racing through the halls with Bobby Tanner and Walt Lansing during a sleepover.

Looking for the eggs his dad hid on Easter morning.

Dexter sighed. All good memories that should have made him smile, but so long ago, they were fuzzy and out of focus.

Who was taller, Bobby or Walt? Did his dad ever find him in the garage’s corner behind the tool bench?

He couldn’t remember. Too much bad had come after the good.

A few weeks away from his nineteenth birthday, it wasn’t lost on Dex that one-third of his life dominated his existence.

Dex stopped at the last room on the right… his room.

He opened the door and entered like he was treading on hallowed ground.

The room was his sanctuary, but it had also been his prison, banished there when Verna wanted to relax, or when ‘Uncle’ Simon came for a visit.

He pushed the ugly thoughts from his mind, tired of his tormentors occupying his thoughts.

Someone had covered everything in the juvenile bedroom in white sheets, but it all appeared to be in place.

Dex knew if he uncovered the tubular nightstand next to the bed, he’d find his initials—DJM—carved on the side. A rare act of defiance after being chastised by Verna in front of his friends.

The baseball mitt grandpa Gerald gave him for Christmas the year before he died was in the bottom drawer of the dresser, and the pointed silhouette on top was the trophy he won in the sack race at the base’s family day cookout.

But Dex was confused.

More than half the furniture he remembered was missing from the house, but his room appeared to be untouched.

Why? Had someone taken advantage of Proctor’s condition and removed whatever they wanted without his knowledge or consent?

Fresh anger blossomed in his chest and Dex stormed around the room thinking of his dad alone and at the mercy of everyone.

He yanked open the closet door and found not everything in his room was untouched.

Dex kicked through the clutter of old toys on the floor of the otherwise empty closet.

He wasn’t upset the clothes were gone—they were clothes bought for a child—it was the loss their absence represented, and how little say he’d had about his life… in his life.

I have to get out of here.

He took a step backward but stopped when he saw the shadow of something hanging in the closet’s dark corner.

Reaching in, Dex grabbed the garment… and fell against the door-frame when he realized what he was holding.

Awash in emotions, his chest tightened in sadness as the tiny smile on his face grew into a grin.

He raised an arm to wipe away the tears forming, then gazed at his find.

The child-size camo fatigues were a big part of Dexter’s happiest memory.

Proctor gave the fatigues to his son to wear for the base’s Bring Your Child to Work Day.

He remembered the pride in his dad’s eyes as his staff called Dex his mini-me and he still felt the awe at all the wonderful things said about Proctor.

“He’s everything I hope to be.”

“He’s the biggest hardass on the planet, but he’s also the best officer on the planet.”

“He won’t ask anyone to do anything he isn’t willing to do. We respect that.”

“He could teach those girly-men in Washington more than a thing or two about how to be an officer.”

The day was revelatory for Dexter. Proctor wasn’t just dad or even a decorated soldier. He was a well-respected leader and mentor his unit wanted to emulate.

The grin returned to his face… along with stark clarity.

It wasn’t that things were missing from his childhood home, but more so the things which were still there.

His things.

No one had stolen from or taken advantage of Proctor Morgan.

The missing furniture items were removed by his request.

Dex mentally chided himself for not seeing it sooner.

The ugly Naugahyde living room furniture Verna demanded because some Hollywood A-lister hawked it on late-night television. The contrasting end tables with cherubs as the stands. And the horrid high-backed Victorian dining room furniture his mother believed reeked of class.

The long-suffering Proctor acquiesced to keep his wife happy but hated it all.

His wife’s offenses after she left were no doubt more than enough motivation for Proctor to clean house… literally.

But he didn’t erase his son.

Still clutching the fatigues, Dex grabbed the file folder he dropped and headed for the door. He didn’t have a clue what to do with his inherited home yet, but leaving the fatigues behind wasn’t an option.

Dexter’s mind was a jumble of thoughts and memories. He had to meet with the executor of Proctor’s estate again in two days and needed to come up with a plan before heading back to Vegas.

With his free hand, Dex patted his pockets, looking for his cell phone as he re-entered the dining room.

Crossing the room, he noticed a small table on the opposite side of the hospital bed he didn’t see when he’d first arrived.

Curiosity led him to the table, and despite the dust, Dex recognized his father’s medals arranged on the front edge of the table.

Surrounding the medals were photographs of Dexter—from the hospital the day he was born; from his first day of kindergarten, and in his jersey for Pop Warner football.

But it was the largest photo in a gold frame sitting behind all the others Dex picked up.

Proctor’s arm was around Dex’s shoulder as father and son stood in matching fatigues under a large banner that read Bring Your Child to Work Day.

His breath caught in his chest and a choking sound escaped his lips as Dex laughed and cried at the same time.

He leaned against the bed and slid to the floor, tears streaming down his face.

He’d cried so many tears of self-pity and loneliness. For what he’d lost and what he didn’t have. For his meager existence overshadowed by the violence he couldn’t escape.

But now, Dex’s tears were for the love of a father for his son.

Verna stole him away and kept them separated, but she couldn’t separate their hearts or break their bond.

Proctor Morgan’s physical condition didn’t allow him to go find his son or fight to bring him home, so he kept him close the only way he could—in his heart and surrounded by his photos.

Jumping to his feet, Dex rushed to the kitchen to find something to hold his new-found treasures.

Darting from cabinet to cabinet, clarity smacked the young man in the head again and he knew he’d never sell the house.

Despite failing health, Proctor did what he could to provide for his son.

Dexter lost faith and almost himself, but his father left enough legal bread crumbs for him to find his way home one day.

He found an old Hostess bread tin in the pantry suitable for a carryall and hurried back and gathered up the photographs.

There was so much to do, his mind raced at the possibilities.

His freshman year was going well at UNLV and he’d already picked classes for the fall… but he wanted to come home. He needed to come home.

Bennington had a community college and the University of Colorado was only two hours away.

This could work. It had to.

He’d call Jerome Gaffney as soon as he got back to his hotel room.

The guidance counselor had become a good friend and father-figure and Dex knew the man would give him sound advice.

Turning in a quick circle, Dex took in the room one more time then headed for the front door.

He didn’t know the first thing about furnishing a home past milk crates for bookshelves, but he’d learn soon enough.

Pressing the remote, he popped the trunk on his rental, secured the bread tin and file folder then closed it, hurrying to the driver’s door.

Hearing a car door close, Dex turned to the street. One look at the new arrival and Dex froze for a heartbeat before whirling around to leave.

His hand was on the door handle but instead of opening the door, Dex hung his head and blew out a harsh breath.

He didn’t know if it was destiny or fate or simple luck, but thanks to his father, Dex had a promising future.

It was time to let go of the past.

He walked down the driveway with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

Stopping at the curb, Dex raised his head but not his voice on the quiet street.

“Did you ever love me?”

Verna Morgan opened her mouth to speak, but no words came.

He huffed. “Guess I got my answer.” He turned to leave.

“It’s not how you think-”

“How do you know what I think, ma? Did you ever ask?”

He fought to stay in control of his emotions.

“You didn’t ask when you dragged me away from here. You didn’t ask when you used me to file for dad’s benefits, and you damn sure didn’t ask me when that investigator came looking for me a few weeks ago.”

“You’re too young to understand-”

“Stop it.” She jumped at the harshness of his voice, but Dex didn’t care. “No more lies. No more excuses.”

He searched her haggard face.

Despite the determined set of her jaw, Verna’s fatigue was obvious.

The blows delivered by Simon’s fists, coupled with an itinerant lifestyle and too much alcohol caused her to look two decades older than her forty-six years.

“Before we even left here, I used to cry myself to sleep hating myself. I knew I had to be a bad son for you to always be so unhappy with me. I wanted to be perfect for you, but I realized too late I wasn’t your problem.”

“Simon started coming around and I figured you were mad at dad for being away so much. Then he came back disabled, and I thought you hated him for it.”

Taking his hands from his pockets, Dex took a step closer to his mother.

“But you know what, ma, dad wasn’t your problem either. It’s you, always scheming to get your way, chasing a life you wanted. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do… separate father and son, forge documents, lie… no price was too high for you to pay, even if it was someone else’s life.”

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting a good life, Dexter.”

“No, ma, there isn’t. But we had a good life.”

“No, you had a good life, Dexter. A military brat with a father doing a job he loved. I was just the live-in maid. I deserved more. Your father promised me.”

“Was that before or after you took up with Simon?”

“That’s not fair. Your dad was always gone, training at other bases… deployed.”

“Shit happens, ma, but dad was in the service when you married him.”

“It got lonely. The other wives snubbed me, and then you came along and…”

“I wasn’t enough.”

“Stop putting words in my mouth and stop trying to make me the bad guy.”

Throwing his head back, Dex laughed. “Damn, ma. You fight to the bitter end, huh? ‘Don’t blame me. It’s not my fault. I deserved this. I deserved that.’”

He took a step back, still laughing.

“We’re done here. I have things to do.”

He turned and headed up the driveway.

“I don’t know where Simon is. I-I think he’s left me.”

He paused in his tracks; the laughter returning. Turning, he faced Verna with a feigned surprise expression.

“What? Without giving you the good life he promised? I’m shocked.”

“Don’t be cruel, Dexter James.”

“I learned from the best.”

“Dexter.” Wringing her hands, Verna stepped away from the rundown Explorer for the first time. “Someone in a black Mercedes picked him up two days ago, and he hasn’t come home… and I don’t think he’s going to.”

Dex blew out a long, low whistle. “A Mercedes. Sounds like he upgraded.”

He saw the flash of anger in her eyes before she looked away.

“Did I say something wrong, ma?”

“I love him, Dexter.”

“You love him? Yet, he left two days ago, you don’t know if he’s dead or alive and the only thing you could think to do was come here? You love him about as much as you love me.”

Verna couldn’t contain her anger this time and stormed up the driveway.

“I made a choice, Dexter James! Drive all over Vegas looking for Simon or come here and help you. Stop trying to make me sound like a monster.”

Emotional fatigue bore down on Dexter Morgan. He was tired of the back-and-forth. His mother would never apologize because she didn’t believe she’d done anything wrong.

“You came here, ma because your scheme to dupe that investigator who came looking for me didn’t work. He didn’t know us, but the attorney who hired him knew dad… and how he felt about you.”

“I never tried to dupe-”

“You did. I saw the forged power of attorney.”

“I knew you needed help, Dexter. You know nothing about wills or probate.”

“So, you’re saying to help me you had to take from me?”

“I’m your mother, Dexter James, I wasn’t trying to take anything from you.”

“If dad hadn’t confided in his attorney, you’d have these instead of me.” He held up the house keys. “And Simon wouldn’t be missing, he’d be here getting comfortable in his new home…. a home he didn’t work for or deserve.”

Dex backed toward his rental. “I’m done, ma. With this and with you.”

Reaching the car, Dex opened the door but looked back at his mother. “The irony of this ma is you never got that life you were searching for. You put us all through hell for nothing. You tried to steal my inheritance that, had you been a normal wife and mother, would be yours right now.”

He took one last look at the woman who gave him life before getting in the car and starting the engine. Dex watched Verna stepped to the side as he reversed down the drive. She called out as he passed her. He stopped.

“What about me? What am I supposed to do now?”

“That’s not my problem, ma.”

“So, you’ll just drive away and leave me with nothing and nowhere to go? You hate me that much?”

He shook his head. “I don’t hate you, ma. I don’t feel anything for you.”

Dexter almost felt guilty at the truth of his words until he saw the rage and contempt in Verna’s face.

“Dexter James, you owe me. I am your mother!”

“Goodbye, ma.”

Without another word, he backed into the street, then drove off, relieved.

Stopping at the stop sign a half block away, Dex looked into his rear-view mirror and saw his mother get in the Explorer.

And then he saw a second head.

Simon. Hidden in the back seat the whole time.

Verna’s emotional plea, her lies about Simon’s desertion… had all been just another scheme. A plot. A con.

Dex did not understand what his mother had hoped to accomplish by confronting him, but she’d failed and proven there was no redemption for her.

And he was okay with that.

He turned the corner and headed for the hotel… and the future his father intended for him to have.



Part I     Part II     Part III   Part IV   Part V  Part VI


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Song Lyric Sunday | “Don’t Stop the Music” – Yarbrough & Peoples

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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

This week’s theme is  “Harmony/Melody/Music.”


From 1981, Don’t Stop the Music was a hit dance song by Yarbrough & Peoples. The song could be heard several times a night in dance clubs and was a much-requested last song before closing.

The song reached number 19 on the Billboard Hot 100, number 7 in the UK and fared even better on the US R&B chart, where it hit number one, helping to earn a gold record for the duo.


  • Calvin Yarbrough and Alisa Peoples met as children in piano class.
  • The duo married six years after Don’t Stop the Music dominated the charts.
  • Calvin and Alisa reside in Dallas where they run their own music company and mentor to gifted newcomers, as well as perform on Broadway.


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Don’t Stop the Music

by Yarbrough & Peoples
Songwriter: Calvin Yarbrough, Jonah Ellis, Alisa Peoples
Don’t you stop it, don’t you stop
Don’t stop the music
Don’t you stop it, don’t you stop
Don’t stop the music
Don’t you know you’ve got me mesmerized
With the beat I always fantasize
Don’t stop the music ’cause it tends to soothe
I can tell you want to groove
Don’t you stop it, don’t you stop
Don’t stop the music (the beat keep goin’ ’round and ’round)
Don’t you stop it, don’t you stop (turns me upside down)
Don’t stop the music
I just wanna rock (all, all night long)
All night long (to my love song, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just wanna rock (just wanna rock you)
All night long (yeah), I got a love song (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Everything we do is right on time
The beat’s so smooth it blows my mind
Don’t stop the music, it’s so satisfying
It feels so good to me, there is no denying
Just because it’s two o’clock
Don’t stop the music
Don’t you feel like dancing and prancing?
Don’t stop the music
Don’t you stop it, don’t you stop
Don’t stop the music
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
You’ve got me moving, you’ve got me grooving
Don’t stop the music
Don’t you stop it, don’t you stop (don’t stop the music)
Don’t stop the music (don’t you feel like dancing?)
I can tell you wanna dance
Don’t you feel like dancing?
Don’t you stop it, don’t you stop (don’t stop)
Don’t stop the music
All night long (to my love song), oh oh oh oh oh
(I just wanna rock you) I just wanna rock you (all night long)
All night long, hey (to my love song, love song, love song, love song, love song)
I can tell you wanna boogie
I can tell you wanna boogie (boogie)
I can tell you wanna boogie
I can tell you wanna boogie (yes I can)
Don’t you stop it (you don’t really wanna stop), don’t you stop (no)
Don’t stop the music (you don’t really wanna stop, uh-uh)
Just because it’s two o’clock (don’t stop)
It don’t mean that we have to stop (don’t stop)
Just because it’s two o’clock (don’t stop)
Don’t mean that we have to stop (don’t stop)
Just because it’s two o’clock (don’t stop)
It don’t mean that we have to stop (don’t stop)
Just because it’s two o’clock (don’t stop)
Don’t mean that we have to stop (don’t stop)
Just because it’s two o’clock (don’t stop)
It don’t mean that we have to stop, boogie with me, oh my god (don’t stop)

National Random Acts of Kindness Day!

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Observed on February 17th, National Random Acts of Kindness Day has grown in popularity each year.  It is celebrated by individuals, groups, and organizations nationwide to encourage acts of kindness.

I believe we can all agree random acts of kindness are always a good thing, but society could really use a few right about now. Let’s get to it!

The phrase “practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty” was written by Anne Herbert on a placemat in Sausalito, California in 1982. It was based on the phrase “random acts of violence and senseless acts of cruelty”. Herbert’s book Random Acts of Kindness was published in February 1993 speaking about true stories of acts of kindness.

The Random Acts of Kindness Foundation (RAK) was founded in 1995 in the USA. It is a nonprofit headquartered in Denver, Colorado.

However, launched in 2004, New Zealand was the first country in the world to have a Random Acts of Kindness Day!

New Zealand’s RAK Day started after co-founder Josh de Jong was stuck in Auckland traffic one typical afternoon and watched some irate drivers ahead of him getting into a bit of a road rage altercation. He began to think… ‘what would it be like if on one day everyone in New Zealand was kind to a stranger?’ Thus the national day was born and quickly spread around the world.

A simple online search of ‘random acts of kindness’ yields a return of thousands of related items, not the least of which is dozens of groups and organizations created to spread kindness.

The cynic in me could say how sad it is we need groups to motivate us to be kind to each other. But, my optimistic side applauds them for leading by example.

I hope the day is celebrated with millions of acts of random kindness, but I also hope we don’t wait for February 17th or some random group to recruit to us. It doesn’t take much to show kindness. Hate takes effort and forethought, and energy to sustain it. Kindness is natural when you treat others the way you wish to be treated.

A few ideas for random acts of kindness could include:

  • Pay for the person behind you in the drive-thru
  • Let someone go ahead of you in line
  • Buy extra at the grocery store and donate it to a food pantry
  • Buy flowers for someone (postal worker, grocery store clerk, bus driver, etc.)
  • Help someone change a flat tire
  • Post anonymous sticky notes with validating or uplifting messages around for people to find
  • Compliment a work colleague on their work
  • Send an encouraging text to someone
  • Take muffins to work
  • Let a car into the traffic ahead of you
  • Wash someone else’s car
  • Take a gift to new neighbors and introduce yourself
  • Pay the bus fare for the passenger behind you

Showing kindness to someone else makes them AND you feel good – so enjoy your day…and feel good!

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#My52 “The Price of a Life, Part VI”

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#My52: Week 7

Word prompt: maintenance

Word count – 1361

Reading time – 3 mins,  35 secs


Part VI

Bitterness and anger warred inside Dexter Morgan.

His mother stole his childhood and forever changed his life chasing the affluent lifestyle she believed she deserved.

Jerome Gaffney’s inquiry into Dexter’s eligibility for a scholarship through his father’s veteran benefits was the catalyst for Verna Morgan’s undoing.

He received the funds he needed for college, but the Department of Veteran’s Affairs also launched an investigation into the benefits Verna claimed before Proctor divorced her.

Authorities were certain she forged allotment documents before she left her husband. Though it was rare, it wasn’t unusual for military families to maintain two residences.

Proctor’s diminished physical condition could account for any disparities in his signature on the documents, and even with abandonment as his reason for divorce, the VA still had no concrete proof Verna forged his signature.

Since Dex was Proctor’s son, he was entitled to Social Security disability benefits for dependent children. That he never knew about the monthly checks and Verna dressed him in thrift store gleanings while buying new suits for Simon only proved her a bad mother. Reprehensible, but not illegal.

Dexter’s strained home life grew more contentious after Verna’s machinations came to light.

Counting the days until graduation, a part-time job with the school’s maintenance crew filled enough hours for Dexter to only return to the dusty apartment for a few hours sleep each night.

When graduation day arrived, an unrepentant Verna did not attend.

And Dexter didn’t want her there.

With all he’d been through, Dexter Morgan was proud of his accomplishments, but his heart mourned his father not seeing him accept his diploma and scholarships.

By the time he returned home, his sadness had turned to rage.

“Well, lookie here. We have an honest-to-God high school graduate in our midst.”

Headed to his room, Dex froze in his tracks, fed up with Simon’s smart mouth.

“Yeah, I am, and I appreciate you being there to support me.”

Verna interrupted before Simon could respond.

“Don’t start, Dexter. It’s still a hundred and fifteen degrees outside. There was no reason for us to get heatstroke trying to get to an overcrowded gymnasium and sit for three hours.”

“Damn, how did you do that, Simon? I didn’t even see your lips move.”

“Dexter James! How dare-”

“How dare me what, ma? Call you both on your crap?”

“You listen to-”

“I’m done listening to you, ma. Seeing your only child graduate from high school… with honors wasn’t a good enough reason to brave Las Vegas heat, but I was a good enough reason to steal money from dad and the government.”

“I am not a thief!”

“Taking something that doesn’t belong to you is stealing-”

“I stole nothing! They found no grounds to file charges against me.”

“Only because dad’s dead… now.”

“We’ve already been over this, Dexter. I was entitled to that money.”

“Because of me!”

His tone startled the shameless couple.

“And we haven’t been over it. I was in the room the last time you talked to the VA people. But you,” he pointed an accusing finger at her, “refused to say another word about it when we got home.”

“There was no point. We needed to put the ugly accusations behind us and move on.”

“There wasn’t enough proof to charge you, ma. No one said you were innocent.”

“How can you speak to me this way? I’m your mother-”

“It’s always about you. Dad getting deployed to Afghanistan, his coming home wounded, and you walking out on him… all about you. All to interrupt your life.”

Verna pleaded with her boyfriend for help. “Simon, baby, make him stop. Don’t let him talk to me like that.”

But the older man had not forgotten how the teenager pulled him off Verna and threw him across the room. He withered under Dexter’s dark glare and focused on his beer.

“He only hits people who don’t hit back, ma.”

“What have I done for you to disrespect me like this?”

“How many times can I say it? You used me to take money that didn’t belong to you.”

“I was entitled to that money.”

“No, you weren’t.” He pounded his chest with each word. “I was entitled to those benefits, ma. You were only able to get as far as you did because you used me.”

“I did it for you!”

“You did it for yourself.”


“You fed me Hot Pockets and Pop Tarts, dressed me in thrift store hand-me-downs, and made me sleep on the floor until you found an old bed at a garage sale… for ten dollars.”

“It’s not like I was getting big bucks, Dexter James. You have no idea what it costs to raise a child.”

“Does it cost as much as that fancy bed Simon had to have for his bad back? Or his high-tech gold watch? What about the gold cuff links, ma? Does raising a child cost as much as those?”

“You need to leave.”

“And there it is. Kick me out so you don’t have to face your own lies. Only this time you and Mr. Big here won’t come looking for me. I’m eighteen and the checks have stopped. I hold no value for you anymore. I’m a liability… and a reminder of your meanness.”

“My lies? My meanness? What about your father, Dexter? He promised me we’d travel the world. We were supposed to buy a new home, new cars and join the country club. He promised me.” She paced next to the rickety dinette. “But instead he comes home barely able to feed himself, and I’m supposed to be the dutiful wife and caregiver. No. No. I deserved better.”

When Dexter didn’t respond, Verna turned to her son.

Even Simon looked up from his beer.

Dex stood frozen in place, his eyes on his mother.

And his lips twitched at the corners.

Unable to hold it in, he bent at the waist… and roared with laughter. He wrapped his arms around himself as guffaws rumbled up from deep inside his belly.

“Dexter James! What is wrong with you? What are you laughing at?”

The teen buried his face in his hands and righted himself. Scrubbing his hands down his face, he tried to catch his breath. Looking around the shabby apartment, Dex returned his mischievous gaze to Verna.

“Welcome to better, ma.”

Hit by another wave of laughter, Dexter stumbled backward into the wall.

“I’m glad you find this funny, young man.”

Pushing away from the wall, Dexter Morgan stood to his full height, the laughter gone.

“You took me away from my home, my friends. You took me away from my dad… after he lost the use of his legs serving his country.” A single tear slid down his cheek. “All because you could. All because you knew there was something better waiting for you.”

He took two steps toward his mother.

“But you ended up in this rundown hole-in-the-wall with a man who beats you like it’s a hobby… while you took care of him with money I was eligible for because of my dad… the man you walked away from.”

He took two more steps.

“You don’t think that’s funny, ma? Because I think it’s fucking hilarious.”

Verna opened her mouth to speak, but Dexter talked over her.

“I’m leaving, ma, but not tonight. Mr. Gaffney is making arrangements for me to move into the dorms early and work on-campus until classes start. So, you’re stuck with me sleeping here until that happens. You owe me that much.”

Dexter turned and headed to his room, stopping in the doorway.

“Don’t worry, ma, it’ll only be for a couple of weeks and then you’ll be rid of me. But what’s even better is I’ll be rid of you.”


Dexter Morgan leaned his forehead against the cool window and closed his eyes. His jaws trembled as though the memories left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Six days later, Jerome Gaffney had picked up Dex and his modest duffle bag of belongings. As they drove away, he closed the chapter of his life that included his mother.

But Verna Morgan wasn’t done with him yet.

Next week, the conclusion of The Price of a Life

Part I     Part II     Part III   Part IV   Part V


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Song Lyric Sunday | “Love Can Move Mountains” – The Passion cast

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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

This week’s theme is  “Hills/Mountains.”


Written by the amazing Diane Warren, Love Can Move Mountains was first recorded by Celine Dion in 1992. With its up-tempo pop beat drawing influence from gospel and dance music and lyrics detailing the abilities that love has as an emotion, the song charted worldwide and was a Top 40 hit in the U.S.

However, my favorite version of Love Can Move Mountains is from 2016’s The Passion: New Orleans, a contemporary retelling of the Passion of Jesus Christ aired during the Easter weekend.

Jencarlos Canela, Prince Royce, Shane Harper,  and Michael W. Smith lead the cast in a rousing rendition of the song.


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Love Can Move Mountains

by The Passion cast
Songwriter: Diane Warren
There ain’t a dream that don’t
Have a chance
To come true now
It just takes a little faith
Anything that we want to do
We can do now
There ain’t nothing in our way baby
Nothing our love couldn’t raise above
We can get through the night
We can get to the light
Long as we got our love to
Light the way
With a little faith
Just a little trust
If you believe in love
Love can move mountains
Believe in your heart
And feel, feel it in your soul
And love baby love can
Move mountains

Ocean deep and mountains high
They can’t stop us
Because love is on our side baby
We can reach the heavens and
Touch the sky
Just believe it, believe in you and I baby
If we got love that is strong enough
We can do anything, make it
through anything
‘Coz through it all love will always
Find a way

With a little faith, , ,

You believe in me
I’ll believe in you
If we believe in each other
Nothing we can’t do
If we got love that’s strong enough
Love will find a way

With a little faith

#My52 “The Price of a Life, Part V”

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#My52: Week 6

Word prompt: swing set

Word count – 632

Reading time – 2 mins, 4 secs


Part V

Dexter Morgan touched the heavy, dust-laden drapes.

Who hung these? Did dad ask them to? Was he trying to hide or block out the world he was no longer part of?

He pulled the drapes open, flooding the room with light.

Like the front yard, the backyard was well-kept, but the empty pool resembled a large bathtub and his swing set was gone.

The swing set had not been a simple toy but more so a covenant between father and son.

During a quick phone call home sixty days before Proctor returned stateside, he’d promised Dex a new swing set.

True to his word, after all the pomp and ceremony of his unit’s return to the base and the fallen were laid to rest, but before the upcoming celebrations with parties, cookouts, and tributes, Proctor made good on his promise.

Waking his son early on a Tuesday, Proctor and Dex enjoyed breakfast together at IHOP. The swing set was never far from his thoughts, but Dex was happy to be with his dad and thrilled when he learned he wasn’t going to school that day.

After breakfast, Proctor drove the two short blocks to Meijer’s Toy World.

Dexter’s heart was in his throat, but his excitement faded when his dad didn’t pull into a parking space.

His disappointment soon mixed with confusion when Proctor pulled up to a door behind the store. A large sign over the door read WILL CALL.

A young man sitting in a windowed office looked in their direction and came outside.

“Pick up today, sir?”

“Yes, for my boy.” Dex watched his dad hand the attendant a slip of paper.

“Whoa. I’m gonna need help with this. Open your truck gate while I grab a couple of coworkers.”

Without a word to his son, Proctor stepped from the truck to open the gate.

Dexter’s young mind tried to process what was happening. He was about to take off his seatbelt and join his father at the back of the truck when a large metal door opened next to where the attendant has been sitting.

The young man and three of his coworkers carried cardboard boxes of all shapes and sizes to the truck.

Dex flipped the seatbelt loose and got on his knees staring out the cab’s back window.

“Sure you don’t need assembly for this, sir?”

“Thanks, but we got this.”

Nothing made sense to Dex until two of the men lifted a large box into the truck bed. One of the men jumped into the truck and pushed the large box all the way to the window Dex was staring out of.

That’s when he saw it.

A large, colorful label showed the box contained the main beams and swings for the Gymboree Playland Swing Set.

The noise of his clapping and cheering sounded like a classroom of eight-year-olds instead of just one. The men stopped loading the truck to enjoy the child’s happiness as Proctor walked around the truck to open Dexter’s door.

He leaped from his seat locking his arms around Proctor’s neck.

“You remembered. I thought you forgot, but you didn’t.”

Proctor squeezed his son tight then pulled back to see his face.

“It’s all I could think about. It helped get me back home to you.”

With their eyes brimming with tears, Proctor and Dex leaned their foreheads together, not noticing the four attendants clearing their throats and looking away, moved by the love of a father for his son.

That was the best day of my life. She stole so much from me, but she can’t touch my memories.

Dexter’s jaw hardened. Mr. Gaffney’s simple inquiry into his dad’s VA benefits to find help with Dex’s tuition opened a floodgate of lies and coverups and showed Verna Morgan’s true treachery.

To be continued

Part I     Part II     Part III   Part IV


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Song Lyric Sunday | “You Don’t Miss Your Water” – William Bell

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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

This week’s theme is  “River/Stream/Creek/Brook.”


Sticking with my water prompt leads me to another song that’s sounds like it about a broken relationship, but it didn’t start out that way… You Don’t Miss Your Water.

Lyrically, the song’s theme revolves around the singer’s confession of his unfaithfulness to his lover and, now that she’s gone, his realization of his foolishness. However, Tennessee native William Bell was actually writing about being homesick while he played with jazz musician Phineas Newborn and his orchestra in New York.

You Don’t Miss Your Water did not chart in the Billboard R&B charts when it was first released in 1961, although it did reach #95 on the pop charts. Since then, the track has gone on to become a Southern soul classic. The song was also released on Bell’s 1967 album The Soul of a Bell, along with the original version of Do Right Woman, Do Right Man, which was more famously covered by Aretha Franklin.

  • Otis Redding, Taj Mahal, The Byrds, and Jerry Lee Lewis are just some of the artists who have released covers of You Don’t Miss Your Water.
  • Bell co-authored the Chuck Jackson hit, Any Other Way and  Billy Idol’s 1986 hit, To Be a Lover.

The video is from a live performance at the White House in 2014.


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You Don’t Miss Your Water

by William Bell
Songwriter: William Bell

In the beginning, you really loved me
But I was too blind and I couldn’t see

But now you’ve left me, oh, how I cry
You don’t miss your water, till your well runs dry

I kept you crying, sad and blue
I was a playboy and I wouldn’t be true
But when you left me and said ‘Bye, bye’
I missed my water, my well ran dry

Now, I sit and wonder and how can this be?
I never thought, you’d ever leave me

But now you’ve left me, oh, how I cry
You don’t miss your water, till your well runs dry
You don’t miss your water, till your well runs dry

#My52 “The Price of a Life, Part IV”

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#My52: Week 5

Word prompt: knees

Word count – 496

Reading time – 2 mins, 4 secs


Part IV

Dexter Morgan pleaded with his counselor for several minutes to not call for the school nurse or dial 911.

Jerome Gaffney relented, but only after insisting Dex explain how having to apply for financial aid almost made him pass out.

Dex was reluctant and anxious but knew he had no choice. He had to divulge at least part of his shameful home-life. “We live with my mother’s boyfriend and I don’t know what he does for a living… legally. Simon, my mom’s boyfriend, gambles, I think. I know he’s always looking for high stakes poker games… and always loses.”

He averted his eyes at the scowl on Gaffney’s face and continued.

“She left… we left my dad when I was twelve and I haven’t seen him since.”

The counselor scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, son. I wasn’t aware of that. However, he’s still eligible to file for your financial aid. What does he do?”

Dex tilted his head to one side, working up the resolve to speak the words for the first time.

“He died three years ago.”

“Oh, Dexter! I am so sorry, kiddo. I must sound like a heartless troll asking these questions. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you.”

“Not your fault, Mr. Gaffney. You didn’t know. And thank you.”

“May I ask what he died from?”

Dex waved his hand through the air. “Your guess is as good as mine. Ma’s not big on details.”

He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. “But it had to be because of his injuries. He was in a wheelchair and the doctors said-”

Gaffney cut him off. “Injuries? Wheelchair? Was he in an accident?”

The boy tried to school his features, but his pain was obvious. “He was wounded in combat. Afghanistan. There was a firefight, lots of wounded. My dad was trying to get a buddy to the medics and took a bullet. It did a lot of damage… and left him partially paralyzed.”

He took deep, measured breaths to fight off the anxiety which always threatened to consume him when he thought of the father he was forced to abandon.

His counselor hadn’t responded and was flipping through file folders on his desk.

“Mr. Gaffney? Is something wrong?”

“You just told me your dad was a veteran, Dexter, and I don’t recall seeing that in your file.”

Dex frowned.

“Ah! Here it is. Mother, Verna Henley-Morgan, 2227 Shamrock Court, Las Vegas. Father, Proctor Morgan, whereabouts unknown.”

Dex sat up straight. “That’s not true. We left my dad at our old house in Bennington, Colorado.”

The counselor blew out a rough breath. “Did your parents divorce?”

“I-I… don’t know. Ma mentioned nothing about it. Is that important?”

“Some parents don’t discuss family finances with their kids, but either way, you’re entitled to benefits.”

“Benefits? What does that mean? For college?”

Gaffney chuckled as he pulled out new forms. “At the very least, Dexter, at the very least.”

To be continued

Part I     Part II     Part III


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Song Lyric Sunday | “Get Here” – Oleta Adams

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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

This week’s theme is  “Ocean/Sea/Lake/Bay.”


I went down the street and around the corner to make this week’s theme jive with my song pic. 😀

Get Here was written and recorded by American singer and songwriter Brenda Russell. The title track of her fourth studio album Get Here (1988), it became a moderate hit on the Billboard R&B chart on the heels of the album’s massive first hit, Piano in the Dark.

American vocalist Oleta Adams recorded the song in 1990, making it a major international hit that reached the top 5 in both the US and the UK.  Adams’ version of Get Here, co-produced by Roland Orzabal from the band Tears for Fears (for whom she had performed the female vocals on the hit single, Woman in Chains a year earlier), became her signature song.

How far did I stretch to reach this week’s theme? In the second verse, she sings, “you can reach me by sailboat,” and that takes WATER… ocean/Sea/Lake/Bay, so… see? Oh hush. Don’t judge me! 😀


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Get Here

by Oleta Adams
Songwriter: Brenda Russell

[Verse 1]
You can reach me by railway
You can reach me by trail-way
You can reach me on an airplane
You can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan
Cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can

You can reach me by sailboat
Climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down slow, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt
Cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, then surely you would be closer
I need you closer

(Musical break)
There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, then surely you would be closer
I need you closer

You can windsurf into my life
Take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon
But you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan
Cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just get here if you can

I don’t care, I don’t care, I need you right here right now
I need you right here, right now, right by my side
Yeah,yeah, yeah, yeah

I don’t care how you get here, just- get here if you can