Submitted for Stream of Consciousness Saturday

socs-badgeI found this prompt today through a blog I follow and decided to give it a try.  Today’s prompt is “NAME”.  I started writing a story and then I thought that since it was Mother’s Day this weekend, I might give the story a public service angle.  I hope you enjoy my story and join with me in acknowledging that a woman has a right to be safe and the entire community has an obligation to stop the violence.

 

 

When he woke up in another roadside motor lodge, he nearly forgot where he was. Of course this was not an uncommon occurrence. It was another city and soon he’ll be forced to remember another name. The question, “What is your name?” always gave him pause. For the last four years he’d been called Bobby, Sam, John, Zachary and Joseph. His last name changed too. Currently Joseph Smith but he knew when his mom picked him up in the middle of the school day that they’d be moving and his name would change again.

Tom stretched and sat up when his mother let herself back into the room. Tom was his real name. Her real name was Margie but she’d been Sally, Kim, Mary, Barb and Joan.

“Where are we mom?”

“It’s a small town across the river from Philadelphia. Get up and get dressed. I’ll be meeting a man in about an hour who will provide us with new identification and papers.”

“What is my name this time?”

Margie new her son was frustrated and scared. He was too young to have such a fearful life. “You are Michael Winner and I am your mother, Karen.”

“Winner? That’s a hoot.”

“I know baby. We can’t let your father find us. He’ll take you away from me and I fear for my life from him. I know too much about his crimes.”

“What happened to force us to leave North Carolina?”

“I stopped for coffee on the way to work and there was a poster hanging on a bulletin board inside the store. It had a photograph of us from four years ago and portrayed a sad story of a loving husband wanting to find his missing loved ones. Anyone who read it would cry their eyes out and pick up the telephone if they recognized us.”

“I know I was very young when we first ran but I understood mom. I know how he hurt you. I used to hide under my bed and cover my ears. I don’t want to be afraid but I am tired of running.”

“I know baby. I am sorry you have this kind of life. One day I will get us out of this mess.”

Tom picked up the television remote and began flipping through channels looking for cartoons. He was about to change the channel again when a loud booming voice announced NO MORE

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7 responses

  1. Glazed says:

    Nice to hear the other side of the story on parental abductions. I know a lady who did the same thing, to get away from her abusive husband. She was caught about a year later, and lost her kids for good. And she lost her career. He was a very clever abuser, and managed to pretty much ruin her life.

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    • Very sad. I don’t know anyone in such a relationship at least that I am aware. It is hard to know why some stay but with never walking in those shoes one never can know the difficulties. Thanks for reading.

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  2. Birgit says:

    It is so sad when women have to take this drastic actions just to make sure they can keep their kids. Yes there are the bad women who take them away from good men but there are many who are fearful and the men are powerful and have money and can use this to truly hurt. How very, very sad. I hope that when the children grow up, they will seek out their mom and understand all that happened.

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  3. Oliana says:

    I sure was not expecting that ending at all. We do need to talk about this…more prevalent than we realize. Well done. Would it be possible to reblog this to my other blog, it is such an important message as well as great writing, Maryann?

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  4. Reblogged this on Stop the Stigma and commented:
    Be mindful of this…read on…

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