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#WQWWC – #Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – Adventure

So, it’s that time again! Time to get your quote selected so you can come up with a creative story, poem, or whatever else you would like to share about your quote. Remember we have a week so there is no great hurry!

It has been a crazy week! I am sorry for being so late…

Ronovan is in charge this week and he chose the theme of:

“ADVENTURE”

Please make sure to link to Ronovan’s post HERE. He explains how to follow the challenge and gives a link-back to last week’s post so you can see how creative everyone else was. In addition, Ronovan and I share your posts on social media for added exposure! Thanks for joining us.

Here is my contribution for this week on the theme of “ADVENTURE.”

An adventure of a Life Time

It was time to go. Marie placed her suitcase on the curb next to the car. She was nervous, even though it was filled with the required items on the list. Anything else she needed she would just have to get later. The suitcase was a graduation gift from her foster parents. That bit of irony made her smile. In other words, it was time to go.

“Are you ready?” asked Carolyn, Marie’s foster mother for the last year and a half of high school. She hefted the suitcase into the trunk of the car with a grunt.

“I think so,” answered Marie quietly. She looked around at the familiar surroundings that had become her home for the last couple of years. She felt a sadness that made her heart ache while at the same time she felt her heart beat in anticipation of what lay ahead. The decision to leave was the only logical one, she knew. After one last look around the neighborhood, Marie settled into the seat next to Carolyn. Her throat was tight and tears filled her eyes.

Both women were silent, lost in their own thoughts. Marie watched the fleeting images of the city she grew up in fly past the car window. Carolyn reached over and turned on the car radio.

“Nothing like a little music to brighten the situation,” said Carolyn smiling at Marie.

The soft strains of the song “Leaving on a Jet Plane,” wafted through the car. Carolyn laughed. “How appropriate is that?” she asked.

Marie laughed too. What were the chances that song would play today at this moment on her way to the airport, she wondered? It was the kind of moment she knew she would remember the rest of her life. It was a sign, an omen that she was on the right path.

“Now, remember to call me and let me know you arrived safely,” murmured Carolyn.

Marie nodded. “If they let me,” she said with hesitation in her voice.

The freeway exit to the airport loomed ahead. Carolyn took the exit with ease guiding the car into the appropriate lane for departing passengers. She stopped the car in the unloading zone and turned to Marie.

“You will be just fine. This is a brand new adventure, one you will remember the rest of your life,” she said, tears clinging to her eyelashes. Carolyn knew she loved this girl whose parents had given her up to the state. Thank goodness she was able to be there for her, she thought. Foster care was never easy and Marie had been a typical teenager but now it was time for her to make her own way in the world.

Marie nodded and glanced at Carolyn. Their eyes met. She could not speak. How do you say thank you to the woman who took you into her home and family and loved you for who you were? Marie hugged Carolyn as tears rolled down her face.

“I know,” Carolyn said patting Marie’s back encouragingly. “I love you, too.”

“Thank you,” whispered Marie. She slipped out of the car and retrieved her suitcase from the trunk.

Carolyn wiped her eyes. “Write me and we will write you back,” she shouted out of the car window to Marie’s retreating back.

Marie turned around with a smile on her face. “I will,” she said. “I love you, too!”

Carolyn watched Marie straighten her back as she walked toward the other young men and women gathered on the sidewalk in front of the American Airlines ticket booth. Staff Sargeant Banning was there in his dress blues, just as he had promised.

“Welcome ladies, and gentlemen,” he said smiling. The bus to the induction center will leave in about 20 minutes. We will complete your paperwork and physical there and then it is back to the airport for your plane bound for Lackland Air Force Base. Welcome to the United States Air Force!

On July 12, 1976, Colleen Marie (Steinle) Chesebro left for basic training. It WAS the adventure of a lifetime!

It was great seeing you all. Come back again!

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Colleen Chesebro

Colleen M. Chesebro is a writer of cross-genre fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction. Her debut novel, a YA fantasy series called, “The Heart Stone Chronicles - The Swamp Fairy,” was published January 2017.

The book reveals the story of Abby Forrester, a 14-year-old orphaned girl who is entrusted with saving a community of fairy nymphs from certain ecological destruction. Along the way, Abby learns about friendship, love, and what it means to actually belong to a family.

Colleen’s writing explores ecological situations in the multicultural world of today. She combines real-life historical events into her writing to create experiences that will continue in the hearts and heads of her readers.

A veteran of the United States Air Force, Colleen is also a retired bookkeeper. She has an Associates Degree in Business Administration, and another Associates Degree in the Arts, which she uses to combine her love of writing with her passion for all things creative.

When she is not writing, Colleen enjoys spending time with her husband, dogs, children, and grandchildren. When time permits, she also loves gardening, cooking, and crocheting old fashioned doilies into works of artistry.

She lives in the United States with her husband and her two Pomeranians, Sugar, and Spice. You can learn more about Colleen and her writing on her website colleenchesebro.com.

32 replies

  1. Great story except for the ending. I was already with one of my patented wise-ass remarks. I was gonna say that you don’t look like a former “jarhead” (marine). I don’t know the term for an Air Force person. Thanks a lot!!!

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    1. LOL! All of this was true! I am not kidding, I was a foster kid. I served four years in the Air Force. Loved it. I made the choice to have kids and it went from there. If you saw my resume, you would laugh yourself silly. I am the original “Jane of all trades!” I have always done bookkeeping and administrative work. We were called Airmen. Still are. My current husband of 31 years served 24 years! We are a military family! LOL!

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  2. In the same way that, once you learn a word that is new to you it seems suddenly to be everywhere, writing my PTSD Awareness Month posts seems to be driving me to the blogs of current and ex-service men and women, even when I’m not researching this particular topic. (I clicked here following a link on Kate McClelland’s blog – her Epically-Awesome-Award post.)

    I tend to be wordy, so let me simply conclude by saying that I was touched by this post, AND thank you to both you and your husband for your service! Your foster mother must be enormously proud of what you are doing with your life.
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
    – ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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      1. You are most welcome. I also pinned your True Story graphic to my Blogs and Bloggers Board on Pinterest. Although it is primarily a format for those who are primarily visual, some DO read – and I hope they will jump to your site to read this particular post (and click around for more).
        xx,
        mgh

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    1. Oh, my goodness! Thank you so much, Viva. That was one of the hardest stories to write. I really struggled with the adventure theme. Then, it occurred to me that I had lived the greatest adventure of all! Life is a journey. Thank you for kindness, always! ❤

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          1. I guess I mean we are still part of the military community. All my health care is with the base. We still use the commissary and and Base Exchange. Even our neighborhood is full of military members. I think it is comforting. I was branded at the age of 18. I think it just stuck with me.

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