Monday, September 29, 2014

Blank White Walls


Blank white walls, they were a perfect metaphor for her life. Blank, empty and devoid of detail, her mind was a void.

They tell her she was in an accident, they tell her she had been depressed and may have attempted suicide. That explained why they treated her the way they did and the lack of sharp objects in the room, not even a mirror to break.

She sat on her bed staring at the wall wondering who she was, why had she been so unhappy and thinking she might not want to hear the answers.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Just Like a Spork


Everybody had said, “It will never work, they are too different, divorced in a month.” But Fred and June had been together for fifteen glorious years. Sure it hadn't been easy with the differences and all but they made it work. Compromise was the key.

Now even with all the years behind them the naysayers chorus was once again in full swing, “How will they raise the child? Who gets to decide? It will never work.”

Yes, they were still different, they were still each individuals yet they were also a couple. A happy couple who had a challenge before them but not one that their love couldn't overcome. 

The decision would be left to God and a coin toss, heads and little Patrick O’Brien would be raised Catholic and tails Protestant.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

 http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-wheels/

The great wheel turned, days passed and the grief receded. 
She gripped the steering wheel and over corrected in the deceptively tight curve. The rain slick road and her lack of concentration worked in tandem to send her off the embankment. She cursed her fug as the car tipped over the edge.
Time slowed to a near stop as it will when such things happen, she wondered if this is what it had felt like for him as he fell.