3WW
Hub:
I woke up to another day that never ends. I’m completely dead inside. And on a good day, I’m just numb. The day began like it always does: realizing my eyes have opened and I’m just staring at the broken ceiling fan. My whole apartment is sagging under the weight of broken things.
Me:
The apartment was supposed to be her second chance at life. A lot had been destroyed in the last ten months. Her memories were the only thing left intact. She could hear the crash of metal and a baby’s scream. She could smell the stench of her breath and burned rubber. Her legs were numb but her mind, haunted.
She wheeled herself up the ramp and entered her new home. She began to hyperventilate as she faced stark living room. The walls were freshly painted, and everything was in the right place. It was too much to take in. Shaking, she rolled into the kitchen – the only place where she felt safe. Her hand relaxed when she found her bottle. She poured the vodka over ice and took a long swallow.
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9 comments:
Starting over isnt so easy as one might think, is it? Esp. when there are so many temptation to make you forget...you did really well with this one.
A lot of broken things in both interpretations. And a lot of despair and resignation. I think I need something cheerful now...
These were both really sad. Spoke of real worries in life.
Reality bites in both cases!
Can it get any worse than this?
The two matched in a weird way
he day began like it always does: realizing my eyes have opened
That's too true and never stated
Yours is blow me away good--says so much in so few words--so does your husbands
I found them both wonderfully written--and so sad
Well done, both of you!
hub... get off your ass and call the handy man if doing the repairs yourself has become that painful...
me... wow.. when i read the line She could smell the stench of her breath and burned rubber. i have to wonder if she was drinking and driving and killed her own bay... wow...
the bottle is sometimes too close.. excellent story.. never understood the power of the bottle.. liked yr format of both sides view... even gettin outta be can be filled with woe...
Thanks everyone!
Pjd - I'll send you a bottle of cheer. :-)
Paisley, you are funny! Probably exactly what is needed - a good kick in the..
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