Silence, music for an introvert’s soul.
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Holidays got me like …

Thanks to 6WSP for easing me back into things!

Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Silence, music for an introvert’s soul.
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Holidays got me like …

Thanks to 6WSP for easing me back into things!

Flashback post for Fandango’s Flashback Friday

I’d noticed the lights when I left the motel. They never got closer. But they also never dropped back. It was like we were attached by an invisible static line. I told myself I was being paranoid but a line from that movie he loves kept running through my mind.
“Who are those guys”?
Except I knew who it was. It had been two days since I escaped. I thought I was ok. Even stopped to sleep for a few hours before getting back on the road before dawn. But then those damn lights appeared. Nearly 24 hours later and they were still there.
I must be wrong. There’s no way he could have found me. But what if he did. He said he’d kill me if I ever left. I can’t go back. I won’t go back. Those lights felt like his eyes. Glowering. Raging. Unblinking.
I will not go back.
As the bridge loomed ahead, another line ran through my mind.
“The fall’ll probably kill ya.”
And then the lights went out.

(174 words)
Written and inspired by FFfAW ‘s photo prompt (provided by Jodi McKinney) with a little help from Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid.
And remember, domestic violence is NOT just a story or a piece of flash fiction. If you are in danger, please use a safe computer to access info at https://nnedv.org/ or call 911, a local hotline, or the U.S. National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 and TTY 1-800-787-3224.
She wondered whether the storm windows would hold. They were meant to keep out bad weather, not … well whatever was falling from the sky. It was funny she used to think the end of the world would come later. After she was gone. Not when her dreams were finally within her grasp.
It wasn’t fair. She had done everything right. And now. Now the sky was literally falling.
Lost in thought, her mind barely registered the hissing as the bubbles burst through the window pane.
As the drops burned through her flesh, her mind screamed “It’s not fair!”

Thanks to Carrot Ranch for the inspiration for this 99 word story.
Climate change is real and it’s going to destroy us if we don’t change our path.


She planned to go at first light. But as the rays filtered through the slats, she felt a moment of doubt.
No! It had to be now. If she didn’t go now, she’d never go.
Her ‘no’ spun into a maybe until it was a yes. Then she’d be stuck.
Forever.

No!
Now beckoned. She followed.


Wow. The line is out the door. I guess dying young will do that. Everyone you know is still alive.
At least it’s not raining.
Finally. Through the door! Damn. It’s like the line for Space Mountain. At least there’s music. Hmmm? What’s that song?
What a Wonderful Life.
That’s perfect. I love this song.
Wait. Are they playing it again?
🎵 I see trees of green
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Again?!
🎵
AGAIN!
🎵
I HATE THIS SONG.
🎶 red roses too 🎵
Finally.
“I am sorry for your loss.”
Done!
Sweet Silence.
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Hummm … 🎶 “what a wonderful world” 🎵
NO!!!

This 102 word FF about a song was written for Sammi’s Challenge. Click here for details and more writing.
It’s loosely based on an actual visitation experience.
PSA for today: DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE!!!