Maddie was dressed and ready to go. She'd gotten up early, showered, selected her best clothes, eaten a light breakfast, and read the paper. Now, with purse in hand she stood looking at the door. Dizzy, she was so dizzy. "I'll just sit for a bit." she thought. And so, she sat. The minutes ticked into hours. At some point, she hung her jacket back in the closet and placed her handbag over the doorknob. She'd almost made it. She was very nearly there, but not quite. Maybe next time. Yes, next time she would go.
© 27Mar2011 ajj
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Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday Scribblings #259 - Free
Free. "You're free." he said, smiling as he slipped the stack of papers into the large manilla envelope. She couldn't process the word. How do you become free of 28 years of life, of memories. Who asked to be free anyway? She certainly hadn't. Rachael took the envelope. She didn't even attempt to return his smile. "Thank you for your help." she stated quietly. She didn't mean it. What is the point of thanking someone for the assist in turning your life upside-down? And, for a pretty high cost at that! She grabbed her coat and left his office. Three flights down, out the double doors, and into the cold, clear day.
Looking around, Rachael noticed that everything looked exactly the same. The world continued on indifferently. As if her problems didn't change anything. Well, they really didn't, except to her. Jeff & Jayna had been nonchalant about everything. "Mom, life goes on. What's important is that you both find happiness." Who were these people? That is certainly not how she raised them. Marriage was forever. Momma & pops certainly never considered such a thing. She walked slowly down the street. Traffic was mad, as usual, horns barking out a retort for their discontented drivers. A young mother passed her, trying to keep three little ones within reach. An old man sat on the bench waiting for the next bus. Everything was the same. Everything was different. She was free.
© 27Mar2011 ajj
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Looking around, Rachael noticed that everything looked exactly the same. The world continued on indifferently. As if her problems didn't change anything. Well, they really didn't, except to her. Jeff & Jayna had been nonchalant about everything. "Mom, life goes on. What's important is that you both find happiness." Who were these people? That is certainly not how she raised them. Marriage was forever. Momma & pops certainly never considered such a thing. She walked slowly down the street. Traffic was mad, as usual, horns barking out a retort for their discontented drivers. A young mother passed her, trying to keep three little ones within reach. An old man sat on the bench waiting for the next bus. Everything was the same. Everything was different. She was free.
© 27Mar2011 ajj
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Sunday Scribblings #258 - Big
"Momma, wait" she cried, running to keep up. There were funny people all around, scary, leering with their white faces and crazy grins. Momma put her hand behind her, grasping the tiny fingers, and glancing over her shoulder, with a smile for her little one. "This is fun" she laughed, "Just look at all the pretty colors." Eyes wide, the little girl looked around at the big world full of big things. It all looked frightening to her. From the clowns, to the tent, to the wagons holding the tigers and bears, it was all too much to take in. Little did she know that one day, because her Momma had spent this day with her, just the thought of a circus would make her tremble with happiness, clear down to her toes.
© 27March2011 ajj
© 27March2011 ajj
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