What a strange week it has been! Lots of crazy, at work, at home, everything. I attempted, (yup, that’s the strongest word I can use here) to work on Keeper’s Thursday, but apparently it wasn't in the cards, thanks Starbucks for really bad wifi. I’m ready to fix this rut though, once a week I’ll be heading to a local coffee shop for some out of the house work time, and a few other days at home will be scheduling a dedicated writing time. With that, I’m also looking to move myself when I am at home and work in a new location, dining room table by a window maybe… we shall see. Either way, I've got a book to write (three actually) and I need a productivity increase.
I also began reading an AMAZING ARC novel of a collection of short stories, Falling Hard, and I can’t wait to share the review with you next week. This one is a must read!
Alright, enough of that chatter, let’s get to what you've really come to read; this week’s doodle.
Fiction Friday 10:
Muse: 642 Things to Write About
Prompt: Write about a broken promise
“She said we’d be together forever,” Lizzy sniffed, “that she’d never leave me and that I’d always be protected.”
“Lizzy, you know she had no choice. Do you really think this is the life she’d have chosen for herself?”
“She should have been more careful.”
“Lizzy…” The woman said shaking her head and frowning.
“What! She knew taking the stims could lead to this!”
“She lied! She should have never taken that crap, than maybe she’d still be here, normal, and protecting me. ...Loving me”
The woman reached across the table and took Lizzy’s hand in hers. “She still loves you. She knows who you are.”
“She does not. Her brain is fried from the stims, she doesn’t even know who she is anymore.”
“Don’t Lizzy me!” She ripped her hand from the other woman’s grasp and tucked it back in her lap, “She broke her promise! Stims were more important than being my mother and now she’s a raging lunatic!”
“I know, and I’m sorry, but you have to accept her for who she is, flaws and all.”
“You’re right, she is flawed.”
The woman’s watch beeped and she pushed back from the table, “My time’s up.”
“I know,” Lizzy exhaled, stood up and gave the woman a quick hug, “have a good night.”
“I will, be well Lizzy.” The woman turned and walked to the door. Halfway across the room her posture shifted and she hunched over, the confidence in her shoulders draining, she stopped and pounded on the steel door. “Screw you Dirk, get me the hell out of this fucking rat hole!” She turned and sneered at Lizzy before the door slid back and the woman exited.
“Be well,” Lizzy said rubbing the tension from her neck, “Mother.”
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