Home is Where the Heart Lands

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Photo credit @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Home is Where the Heart Lands
By T. Delaplain

Mind if I take a look at that leg of yours, Mary?”
“It ain’t nothing Doc. Remember, I was a nurse at County before the whiskey.”
The crusted gray strips of fabric, fell in a stinking green spiral.
“You’ve got gangrene?”
“Sure do, I been smelling it, ‘bout three days. I can hear your thoughts Doc, I ain’t going. You got any penicillin in that bag of yours? That’ll do.”
I reluctantly drew up a slug of antibiotics.
“A kid came into camp last night. Maybe 14, pregnant, running from her stepdad. You got any magic in that bag for her?”

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Join us at Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle will give you 100 words to tell your tale. Please leave your muddy shoes outside. Fictioneers, I’m having trouble commenting on some of your blogs today. I’m in Mexico so it might be that. I’m sorry but please know that I’m reading most of your tales.

It is so easy for all of us to get caught up in the media frenzy telling us how divided we are and how we are surrounded by evil and despair. There is so much good and so many compassionate people in the world? Let us not forget, every firefighter, healthcare provider, police officer, social worker and random stranger who reaches out to those less fortunate, sometimes facing great personal risk. They are the people who run into the fire.
Here are two stories from the Camp Fire, near my summer home. California’s deadliest fire to date.
Nurse Flees Fire with Patients
Nurse Returns to Burning Hospital

43 thoughts on “Home is Where the Heart Lands

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  1. This is the kind of story that doesn’t make the headlines, yet it plays out somewhere everyday. It’s good to know there are still people who care about others and are willing to take risks and put themselves in harm’s way to do the right thing.

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  2. Whiskey, the root of all failure – but no one is listening. Perhaps Mary is over committed to her own detriment.
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    Wild fires are that, out of control and I feel for those poor people. I was involved in digging a fire break across a hillside to halt its progress. The smoke was the worst. But it was not anywhere near as the ones I’ve seen on the news from California.

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  3. So sorry to hear on the news of the awful fires in California, one can only imagine the heartbreak and suffering.

    I am sorry you are affected so closely but it sounds like your summer house town was very welcoming to those poor desperate souls.

    Both your relief worker and Mary are putting others before themselves, but I hope both Mary and the girl get appropriate care before its too late. A dead martyr cant help anyone, anymore.

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  4. The dialogue in your story was very compelling. I feel like I know the main character, on the other side of addiction. She is no less a person who cares for the people in her new community. I also appreciated your comment! Sorry to hear about how the fires are affecting you personally. Take care!

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