So, there are a lot of stories that I will not post in entirety on here, but rather just share snippets. Here is a section of a story called The Breakdown of Souls that I have been working on for a few years.
Around 5 am the sun came up and shined through the open garage door into the back window of the car. As the car began to heat up, Jen awoke. She groggily grabbed her purse and stumbled out of the car and into the house. The first thing she saw when she opened her bedroom door was his picture on her bulletin board. She fought back tears and crawled into bed, only to find herself staring at a photo of them on her nightstand. He seemed to be smiling through the picture at her. She sighed, rolled over and closed her eyes. She didn’t sleep this time. She lied there until the smell of bacon and eggs crept under her door and to her nose. She wanted to just lie there in bed until he came looking for her and said that he made a mistake and that he wanted her back. Eventually her mother was the one who came looking for her.
“Jen, its 8:15, you need to get up and get ready for work.”
“I’m not going,” she said.
“You’re what?”
“Not going! I’m going to call in sick. I really don’t feel good this morning.”
Her mother walked across the room and put her hand on Jen’s forehead.
“Sick in the middle of July? Well, you don’t feel warm, but your eyes are all puffy and red.”
“Mom, I said I don’t feel well.”
“Are they itchy?”
“Is what itchy?”
“Your eyes. Gosh I hope you don’t have pink eye. What have you touched today? Don’t rub them!”
“Mom, I don’t have pink eye. I’m not feeling well.”
“Have you been drinking? Jen, I tell you, if I find out you were drinking last night, I’ll have you-“
“Mom! No, I haven’t been drinking. I’m just sick, ok! Can’t I just be sick? Why does there always have to be a reason to things for you? Not all things have a reason, Mom. Sometimes bad things happen for no reason. Sometimes unexpected-bad things- they-they happen- for…no…reason…”
Jen’s sentence trailed off into tears. Sandra held her daughter and let her cry for a moment.
“Jen, its 8:15, you need to get up and get ready for work.”
“I’m not going,” she said.
“You’re what?”
“Not going! I’m going to call in sick. I really don’t feel good this morning.”
Her mother walked across the room and put her hand on Jen’s forehead.
“Sick in the middle of July? Well, you don’t feel warm, but your eyes are all puffy and red.”
“Mom, I said I don’t feel well.”
“Are they itchy?”
“Is what itchy?”
“Your eyes. Gosh I hope you don’t have pink eye. What have you touched today? Don’t rub them!”
“Mom, I don’t have pink eye. I’m not feeling well.”
“Have you been drinking? Jen, I tell you, if I find out you were drinking last night, I’ll have you-“
“Mom! No, I haven’t been drinking. I’m just sick, ok! Can’t I just be sick? Why does there always have to be a reason to things for you? Not all things have a reason, Mom. Sometimes bad things happen for no reason. Sometimes unexpected-bad things- they-they happen- for…no…reason…”
Jen’s sentence trailed off into tears. Sandra held her daughter and let her cry for a moment.
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