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Weekly Contest #303
They say that forgiveness is the way, and that the only one to suffer is the one who does not forgive and fails to move on. But that is not how Nina saw things. She was angry, furious in fact, every single day. When she woke, it was all she could think about. The events of last year even haunted her in her dreams. There was no escape, and she felt suffocated. Her head was a mess, her heart was on fire, and she struggled to eat and stay healthy. Panic attacks were regular and at times, she struggled to breathe. What they had done was inexcusa...
Weekly Contest #299
Sharon was late for work, again. Rushing around the house she had managed to pull together an outfit, her handbag, and the folder she needed for the morning’s presentation. There wasn’t time for a shower but with a spritz of perfume and a brush of her hair, she was as presentable as she was going to get. Slipping on her shoes and grabbing her keys, Sharon turned around in the hallway to say sorry to the crying ginger tom behind her. “Red, I’m sorry, you’ll just have to snack on crunchies until I get back”. The cat sat, looked at her, and the...
Weekly Contest #297
I was about to go to bed when the phone rang. My do-not-disturb setting was already on, but she broke through it by calling twice in quick succession. Bex needed me, she sounded desperate. I was tired, and just wanted to sleep, but I told her to come on over. I waited for her to arrive and at five to midnight she pulled up on the driveway. Bex was completely dishevelled as she piled in through the back door. Frankly, she looked like she had just been dragged through a bush backwards, but before I could say anything, she said, “I know, I know...
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