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Runaway (Part 3)

Previously, I had run away from home hitchhiking all over the south. Going from Waterloo, Iowa with my boyfriend Basil to the current state we landed in Arkansas.

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Runaway (Part 2)

We finally arrived at a great aunt’s house in Arkansas. I remember the house clearly. It was one story house with a large kitchen that had a center island, a front room, and a bedroom. The bathroom was an outhouse that reminded me of when I was younger and lived in Maywood, Iowa. We had an outhouse toilet back then and lived in a garage that Dad remodeled, into a house with a wood-burning stove just like theirs in their living room to provide heat. I had a flashback of that outhouse running outside in the dark with a flashlight. By myself, hoping I wouldn’t find something on the toilet seat, I hated going out there in the dark by myself. To this day I’m afraid of the dark.

There must have been four older women there I’d wager to guess late seventies. All gray-haired and wearing what I would call granny dresses with pretty flowers made from cotton. They looked a little rough I thought, and I imagined them having a hard life. Hard at work in the kitchen making homemade biscuits and chocolate gravy. I had never heard of chocolate gravy before, but it tasted like thick chocolate pudding. I loved it over those hot fluffy homemade biscuits. That was the meal along with grits. I’d never had grits before either. I didn’t care for them really and poured sugar on them to make them taste sweet.

At night everyone gathered around a radio as there was no television. We slept on the floor for a couple of nights by the old wood-burning stove. With a thin raggedy homemade handsewn quilt to cover up with. I recall being very shy and withdrawn, afraid to speak unless spoken to. Basil had told them as well that we were married. After a couple of days of resting up, we hit the road once more this time headed for Mississippi.

Basil had done logging there for a guy that he was going to go back to work for. I thought great finally a job and income and a chance at a normal life or so I thought. I had grown tired of hitchhiking and found it wasn’t the adventure I thought it would be and already I was missing home. Not contemplating on it long as I could just see my father’s wrath when I came through the door. I wondered who was cooking supper for everyone because that was my chore along with cleaning the house.

My older sister use to be there to help me with chores but she moved out at eighteen. I was fifteen when she left. She had long brown silky hair and a figure of prob thirty-eight, twenty-eight, thirty-six. I was always jealous of her as I never developed until after I graduated from high school. Funny, I wasn’t afraid to hitchhike anymore. It had been uneventful so far and we had met so many nice people. We had been on the road for about three weeks now.

Once we landed in Mississippi Basil looked his old logging boss up. And I do mean old he had to of been in his eighties and to me, that was old beings I was only sixteen. I recall him sneering at me at the time and a very uneasy feeling came over me as a chill ran down my arms. He was tall and lanky with a receding forehead of gray hair that was scraggly, and his boss hadn’t combed in a long time. Missing most of his teeth when he smiled, he sneered at me again looking like someone out of a horror film. He did however seem to have muscles for his age and a golden tone to his skin from logging all his life.

He told Basil he had a place we could stay while he worked for him. Oh, thank God I remember saying under me breathe a chance at a normal life off the road again. We caught a ride with him in his old red ford pick -up truck that was beaten up. He kept driving farther and farther into the woods and once again the fear of the unknown and panic struck me as my breath became hard to catch and I felt like something horrible was about to happen.

All kinds of thoughts were running through my head. Was he taking us out into these woods to kill us? Who would even know what happened to us?

Or he was going to drop us off and leave us to find our own way back into a town. All I knew was I didn’t trust him one bit and was glad once again I sat beside the passenger door while Basil sat in the middle. All the while wondering just what kind of a mess did, I get myself into this time.

To be continued …

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Eva Marie Cagley
Eva Marie Cagleyhttps://authorevamariecagley.com/
Eva Marie Ann Cagley was born in 1958 to Frank and Priscilla Cagley. Having been raised in Waterloo Iowa, U.S. She spent most of my time working with teenagers as a counselor. Working with teenagers gave her great joy, having had none of her own… She came from a large family having nine children. She has always had a passion for writing and believes it is a gift from God… There's little else to say about her as her writing reflects whom she is. Her beliefs, perspectives, trials, tribulations hope and despair, dreams of all her lives’ journeys…She currently has five poetry books published and a Miracle story. Her poetry and essays can be found on various ezines and blogs. Her poetry books can be found on Amazon and Lulu. Book titles: “In the Garden of My Mind,” “Dancing in Heaven,” “The Airwaves of My Soul,” “Where Poets Dream,” I Shall Always Think of You,” “God's Miracle Story.” Her personal web page is authorevamariecagley.com. She is included in the book “To Be or Not to Be A Writer” by, Sweetycat press publications. Available on Amazon. Who's Who of Emerging Writers 2021 published by Sweetycat press. Also available on Amazon. The Beacon Ezine, (Poetry). Spillwords (Poetry) Honor of Socialite of the year 2021. The Academy of the Heart and Mind, (Poetry and essay). Wink Writers in The Know Magazine & Blog (Essay and poetry). Journey of the Heart, (Poetry). Wildfire Publications LLC, Inc. (Poetry and article). Grey Thoughts, (Essays, Poetry). The New Zealand Blog (Articles and poetry). She has also been included in numerous anthologies. You can find the links to all her published works on https://linktr.ee/EvaMarieCagley. She currently writes articles for Wildfire Publications LLC Magazine and every two weeks for the New Zealand Dream Blog. She has always had a desire to write and takes her work seriously. She has just recently become aggressive by submitting her work. She is pleased with her success!

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