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How I spent my Summer Vacation (Fiction) A short story by Wanda Hudgins

Updated on February 21, 2011

Short Story

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

The rain began pouring down; I could barely see the house across the street. I was on vacation and I needed a much deserved break, but I wasn’t sure how this was going to equate to that on any level. I gave my word I would help my mother’s neighbor who had recently passed by the way. Okay not the deceased neighbor, let me clarify, I am to help his daughter clear out his home.

As I walk across the street, rain still pouring down, umbrella in hand, I can see her through the window sitting in a chair. She is slumped over I see as I get closer, clutching something.

Claire holds a bible in her hand, it is covered in dust, she lifts it to her chest, leaving behind it’s coating on her shirt.

I watch through the window for a few moments, and then I lightly knock. Claire hears my tap and makes her way to me.

As she reaches the door, I step in and we embrace for a moment. I can see she is clearly still very upset about this loss. As I enter I can remember how the home once looked, years ago before the woman of the home had passed. Now the home was dated and in a very poor state. But that wasn’t the worst of it, and I knew I was in for a very long journey. I knew this was going to be a big undertaking, and Claire and I would probably need some reinforcements to get the job done.

Claire’s father had become a hoarder, after his wife’s death. He had begun keeping anything and everything he could get his hands on, he threw nothing out. Claire tried to help long ago, but without avail she lost the battle to stop him from what was happening.

We gave each other a look, words cannot describe what we both knew was ahead of us. But we dug in and began our long ritual of separating junk from what was still useable.

This vacation was far from being relaxing, and rested.

Could I have used a long day at the coast, just sitting under an umbrella sipping on a nice frozen drink? Sure I could, but it wouldn’t even come close as to what I got from the vacation I chose.

The End

 Author / Wanda Hudgins


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      hh 6 years ago

      gud 1

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      Rhonda Musch 6 years ago from The Emerald Coast

      Hi I really liked your short story. It was inspiring to me.

      Thanks for sharing it with us. Voted up.

      Sweet wishes Rhonda

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      Wandah 6 years ago

      Actually it is fiction, but based on an old neighbor from years ago, who actually really did pass away several months back. But I didn't spend my summer vacation helping her, just got the idea from real aspects.

      Glad you liked it, and welcome to hub pages.......

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      Alastar Packer 6 years ago from North Carolina

      Timely hub Wandah and you wrote it very well; but could this be based on a real event?