ACFW + The Rocking Chair (Part 1)

I’ve got exciting news!!!

I am a finalist in ACFW’s 2017 First Impressions contest!!!

This is crazy unbelievable, and I’m in shock and awe and so so so humbled that the judges liked my story. A story that I’m currently in the process of writing during this year’s NaNoWriMo. 🙂


A big CONGRATULATIONS to Rebecca, Robin, & Katie who are also finalists in the Contemporary category!!  I’m super excited for us all!! 🙂

Earlier this afternoon, I realize that I’ve never shared anything I’ve actually written before, aside from a few poems that I’ve shared on here and on Instagram. So, I thought it might be fun if I posted a short story I wrote in one of my creative writing classes back in college. 🙂 I’ll break this story into 3 parts and I hope you’ll stop by the next two Wednesdays to find out what happens in The Rocking Chair.

Sunlight filtered in through the slightly opened, sandy plantation blinds, adding warmth to the already warm-hued room. Soft cotton curtains whispered as a mid-afternoon breeze blew through the open window. Along the country yellow walls hung various photos of times passed; moments forever captured of family and friends. The faint hum of a dishwasher cleaning various utensils filled the otherwise silent room. And amidst this all, there she sat; her once blond hair now faded ivory, her once smooth skin now creased with wrinkles. She rocked back and forth, back and forth, keeping time to the tap-tap-tap of the blind’s cord in the breeze.

The rocking chair, a hand-crafted present from her husband, was her most treasured possession. She had spent countless hours in it. Many a child had graced her lap and many a hand had she held in comfort, prayers being passed from her mouth towards heaven. The grooved wood had been in every room of the house at some point or another before finally ending in the kitchen for good. Too heavy for her to be lifting, her son had placed it there, next to the window. Now she could see both everything outside and in, no longer exiled from either world.

“Mom,” a deep voice called from beyond the sunny room, “Did you take your medication yet?” The chair’s runners continued to etch their signature into the hardwood floor like a child writing his name in the sand. The voice called again, this time from the doorway, “Mom, did you take your medication?”

She continued to gaze out the window, her eyes locked in a distant stare, her mind lost in another time. She acknowledged nothing. With long strides he made his way to the counter, pulled a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the sink. After freeing a pill from its container, he brought both over to where she sat, and taking a hold of the arm rest he knelt in front of her, seeking a response. Slowly he watched as her mind registered that something had changed, that her habitual rhythm had stopped. Her light blue eyes finally connected with his hazel ones.

“Are we there yet?” she asked.

“Are you where, Mother?”

“I was driving. We were on our way to the mountains and I was driving. I’m afraid I must have dozed off because I don’t remember,” she stopped, her memories colliding with the present as confusion crossed over her face as she began to notice her surroundings.

He sighed.

“Mom, you’re home. You haven’t driven for some time now, remember? I came to check up on you, to make sure that you’re alright. You need to take your medicine.” His tone was that of stretched patience, the shifted roles of mother and son beginning to take its toll.

“You look so much like him. So much like your father.” She reached out and touched his tousled brown hair before caressing his cheek.

A flicker of pain crossed his face and he answered her by silently handing her the pill and glass. She carefully placed the pill on her tongue before letting the water cascade into her mouth and down her throat, still looking at the image before her.

Moments passed. A breeze entered through the window, blowing her ivory locks backwards and igniting the rocking chair into motion once again. He reached out, removed the glass from her hold and watched as she faded back to where present and past become one.

Hope ya’ll enjoyed Part 1 of The Rocking Chair! 🙂 I’m looking forward to posting Parts 2 & 3 in the coming weeks!


8 Comments Add yours

  1. carylkane says:

    Congratulations! This is so exciting!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Baker Kella says:

      😄 Thanks Caryl!! I’m still in shock haha


  2. Winnie Thomas says:

    Congratulations! That’s wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Baker Kella says:

      Thanks Winnie!! I’m still processing the good news! 😊🙃


  3. Beautifully written! 🙂 And! Congratulations!


    1. Baker Kella says:

      🙂 Thanks so much! I hope you’ll come back to read Parts 2 & 3!

      Liked by 1 person

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