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Another Time

August 21, 2010

I love writing and would love to be a best selling author when I grow up.   Well, I belong to a great online community, eLiving Media and there’s a writers forum on there.  This week we got a challenge to write a story based off of a photo.  I don’t know why I wrote the story I did but once I looked at the photo and started typing the words just kept coming.  Hope you enjoy it.

She’d been walking for hours with no destination in mind.  She wasn’t sure what she was going to do without him.  He’d taken care of her and made all of the decisions and now she was alone.   Alone with her thoughts, alone with her demons and alone in her new life.

Megan didn’t mean for things to turn out this way, after all she did love him, didn’t she?  She wasn’t sure anymore.  They’d had a fight and it wasn’t unlike the hundred or so before but something about this one made her snap.  She couldn’t take the way he controlled and suffocated her.  All she wanted was to be able to breathe, to be able to move but now that she could she didn’t now how. She’d forgotten how to live and think for herself.

She couldn’t go back.  Not after what she’d done.  She didn’t mean to do it but he was getting too rough and when he grabbed her she knew she had to do what she could to make him stop so she grabbed the first thing she saw.  The knife wasn’t that sharp but it still went through him.  When he fell to the floor she knew what she had done and that she had to get away.  Was he still alive?  Was he missing her?  These were questions she didn’t want the answers to.  She had to keep walking, she had to get away.

As the sun began to set Megan knew it was time to stop.  But where was she, nothing looked familiar and she was beginning to get cold.  When she’d ran out it was early morning and she didn’t think past that moment but now she had to stop. She had to think, what was she going to do?  Where was she going to go?  She only knew one life, the one with him.   She suddenly knew what she had to do as she turned around and started walking, retracing her steps.  Back to him, back to the life she was comfortable with.  She had to go back.  What if he didn’t want her?  What if he wasn’t waiting for her?  It didn’t matter, she had to go back.  Back to the man she loved, back to the only life she knew.

It was morning when Megan returned home.  She was afraid to go inside, afraid he’d be there and afraid he’d be upset with her.  But she knew she had to get it over with and take the punishment he felt she deserved.  Slowly she opened the door and stepped inside.  Everything was as she’d left it.  The table was set for breakfast but something was different, he wasn’t there.  Where did he go?  When would he be home?  Was he coming home?  Did she kill him?  She needed answers but was afraid of the answers.  She had to think. That’s when she heard him.  He was coming in the door and she knew she’d have all the answers soon.  Slowly he came toward her and had a grin on his face.  He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t upset.  Or was he. It was hard to tell with him.   He could turn in an instant and she never knew what would set him off.  Megan didn’t say a word as he slowly walked to her and lowered his head to her ear.   I’m sorry he whispered.  Megan had heard that many times before but this time she believed him.  She wanted to believe him, again.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. August 21, 2010 9:03 pm

    That is so very creepy, Denise. *shivering* I thought he would was going to do something terrible.

    Well done! Come and see what I did.

    Love, chrisd from Elim/Chicago

  2. August 26, 2010 8:05 pm

    That is great , I can;t wait to read the next one you write !

  3. August 31, 2010 11:20 pm

    I LOVE this! I want more!!!

  4. September 3, 2010 1:32 am

    this photo really had a great memories/regret vibe, didn’t it? I think you captured it beautifully! : )

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