I reach over to turn off the lamp. Suddenly, it careens to the floor breaking to pieces. Haltingly, I lower my exhausted body. Outside I can hear every day noises as if the world was still alive and well. Right now, weeks of unchallenged stress is taking control of me. Tears are my only real companion.
We were preparing a light meal of pasta salad, when I heard him say, “There’s someone else that I’m in love with”. My world turned a bright crimson of betrayal. I turned toward the kitchen with my feet traipsing lifelessly.
Wondering to myself if I can even go on, I enter the bedroom, shut the door with a slam and lower to my aching knees and cry out,
“God, help me!”.
© Carol Campbell 2015
I haven’t written fiction very often so would very much welcome kind spirited criticism. Thank you.~Carol
“Flash Fiction this week. Some of you are probably thinking that’s what you’re doing already, and for some that’s correct. Flash fiction is only a few hundred words long, or even under 100 words. What Flash Fiction does is forces you to make your writing tight. Tight writing is removing the fat and leaving the healthy stuff that has energy to it. Fat slows your storytelling down.”~Ronovan
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