Ok, I’ve finally started my ‘novel’ and the impetus, the germ of an idea – came from the most recent post by fateyefortheskinnyguy
I daresay this will change, be transformed into something totally unrelated to that post – but it sparked something so… Many thanks to the self proclaimed fat dude!
It’s the only part I’m going to post on here now until it’s done (assuming of course I finish it… Me and my projects lol) but – I’ll keep you informed as to my progress.
The single word falls harshly into the silence.
Finally the tears fall, fast and hard as the sobs wrack her slim body with their force. Alone she tries to come to terms with the meaningless waste of it all; what did she miss? What didn’t she do?
The questions that will never be answered, never go away – and the wounds that will never heal under the burden of time.
It was a glorious day outside, The sun was shining for the first time in over two weeks. The air was crisp and clear, people were smiling and the sounds of children shrieking in joy could be heard faintly through the door.
It just seemed so wrong. In so many ways.
The sobs were calmer now, she slowly pulls herself together and tries to fix a semblance of normalcy around her, knowing full well that nothing would ever seem normal again. It takes several more minutes, though it seems more like hours, before she can stand and move to the telephone.
The number is one she has never used – though she could dial in her sleep. The ringing seems to last forever as the thoughts tumble disjointedly through her mind, Splintered images of a time that can never return.
“Hallloooo… Speak – or forever hold your peace”
Muffled laughter at the other end shows that this call is not going to be easy. As though this call could ever be easy.
“Hello..?” The sound of breathing followed by “It must be a random, someone forgotten to stick the keylock on again – hang on” “HELLO?!?!”
She mentally shakes herself and answers
But she falters before she can say anything else, forlorn and bereft the sobs start again, beyond her control to hold them back.
“Jesus… Cassie? Is that you – what’s wrong? Please? Where are you? What’s happened?”
She can picture his face, growing taut with concern, shaking off whichever bimbo he’s currently playing with, It gives her the strength to push back the grief for a brief moment – just long enough to ask him to come and get her. No questions asked he agrees to be there in ten minutes. Just as she knew he would.
When bad things happen It’s often surprising the people we turn to – strangers, or people that ordinarily we would avoid. She muses on this as she tries to distance herself from her grief, calmer now that she knows she is not alone.
She focuses instead on a hurt years old. He left, but came back – changed. Now she is calling in that debt, he couldn’t erase the former, but this, this he can help with. He will understand.