#MWBB 15 – Take It As It Comes

I took another step. Followed by another. Followed by 10,000 more. I walked. I walked for miles. For two hours. During that two hours, everything changed. All the anger I felt surfaced. I walked with clenched fists. At times my lips drew back like a snarling dogs. I’d have growled, if I could.

The anger burned within me. Racing through my blood. I remembered everything. The way people pretended to care about me while they forced me out of work, sent me home on leave, ordered me to have no contact of any kind with anyone. All the while telling me, “We want you to get better.” As if ripping someone’s heart to shreds would make them better.

Always the anger burned. But after a thousand or two thousand steps, it began to fade. My fists unclenched. My snarl faded. And my fear surfaced. I was afraid. Hell, I was terrified. Who wouldn’t be? I was out on medical leave. Not one broken bone. Not one stitch. Hell, I didn’t even have bruise. Except on my heels from walking stupid distances. But I was OK with that.

I wasn’t OK with being out of work. Being at home. I’d lost my job. I’d lost my career. I’d lost everything. I knew that. It was my worst nightmare, come to life. And the people I depended on, and worked with every day for years had made that decision. They hadn’t even warned me. They hadn’t said anything. They’d waited until I was out of town, on vacation, to make the decision.

They didn’t have the heart to tell me to my face.

No one ever returned when they got sent home. No one ever had. It was the kiss of death. The end. I’d end up unemployed. Everyone knew that. I knew that. And I had no idea what to do. I’d had that job, that career, for 28 years. I didn’t know how to do anything else.

And no one I’d worked with would ever talk with me again. Me. The one that came apart. The only one that came apart. Everyone else was fine. Happy. Professional. Working. And I’d come apart so badly, they’d even requested I never speak to them.

What does it feel like when everyone you see every day is suddenly gone?

As I walked, the fear faded. And my depression surfaced. The depression that got me sent home. The anxiety that caused my pulse to race, my hands to shake like tuning forks. And all I wanted was for the hurt I felt to end. Bruised heels, blistered toes, and me walking miles and miles, and I didn’t even feel the pain my feet were in. All I felt was the ache, the agony, of my heart and soul.

It wasn’t until my depression surface, and faded, that I could finally breathe. I could finally feel. The moment I was in. I could see the sky, and the clouds in it. I could feel the breeze, and the warmth of the sun. I could feel the cold of the winter. I could hear the birds. It wasn’t until I’d walked through all the hurt, the fear, the anger, that I found myself.

It was on those walks I finally learned to live.

471 Words

@LurchMunster


My entry, in all its unedited glory, for week 15 of Jeff Tsuruoka‘s Mid-Week Blues-Buster flash fiction challenge. Please, go read the other entries in the challenge.

#ThursThreads Week #72 – You’re Just Jealous

Tommy stomped his feet, and crossed his arms, “I’m going home!”

Jill looked like her whole world was coming apart.

Freddy shook his head, “You’re just jealous! ‘Cause Jill picked me as her Daddy, and you as her little brother!”

“Am not!” Tommy glared at Freddy. “I just don’t wanna play this stupid game anymore!”

Jill, sitting in her wheelchair, looked down at her lap and started to cry. Freddy glared at Tommy. “Now look what you did!”

Tommy started to cry too. “But…” He shuffled from side to side on his feet. “I didn’t mean to.”

Freddy nudged Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey. It’s OK. We have to be big boys today.” He smiled at Tommy. “Right?”

Tommy sniffed, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Yeah. Big boys.” His eyes said, “I know what a big boy would do.” He put a hand on Jill’s shoulder, “Don’t cry.” He knelt in front of her, took both her hands, and held them gently, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’ll be your little brother.”

Jill sniffed. “You really mean that?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you!” Jill gave Tommy a quick, shy hug. Tommy turned bright red.

Jill’s mother checked on them every now and then. Those boys were such a gift. Taking time to come over and play with Jill. They knew Jill’s cancer would kill her. But they still took time to play with her.

Jill’s mother smiled, and looked up at heaven, “Thank you.”

243 Words
@LurchMunster


I wrote this for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads, Week 72. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are good reading.

#55WordChallenge : The Fence, Part 11

The cabin’s interior was spartan, old, and unkempt. Mold and vines grew on all the surfaces. She explained, “This is a transfer station.”

“Who are you?”

“You’ll figure it out.” She opened a panel on the wall and pulled out two bottles of water. “Here.” As we drank the water she said, “Now, we wait.”

55 words
@LurchMunster


This is the 11th part of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s weekly #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. Please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week. It’s flat amazing what gifted writers can say in just 55 words.

#FSF – Charmed

When Lydia’s bracelet had only two charms on it, I told her, “That’s a charming bracelet,”. She smiled, and  asked me to come home with her that night. I never left.  I was the third man she charmed. Now there are seven of us trapped in charms attached to the bracelet on her wrist.


Here’s my weekly attempt at Lillie McFerrin‘s flash fiction challenge, Five Sentence Fiction. This week, the prompt is Charmed.

Please, go read all the other entries to this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. It’s amazing what creative people can do with just five sentences.

#VisDare 21 : Diverge

I fired the gun until it stopped working. I hurled myself at the remaining Wraiths, my knives slicing through the air. The fight end.

I remember fire in my ribs as we helped Leighla and the children down. Blood coated Leighla’s side. A boy leaped from the top of the tree. His neck snapped sickeningly as he struck the ground.

I don’t remember how we got to the train. I don’t remember anything else until I woke up two days later in Alice’s home.

I cannot forget the boy’s funeral. We rode a carriage into the forest, pulled the casket out, set it on the ground. Animals gathered and carried it away.

I will always hear Alice as I stared at Leighla encased in bandages. “Countless centuries ago, humans diverged down different evolutionary paths, becoming the Wraiths, the cave dwellers, the hordes, and the new humans of Phoenix.”

148 Words
@LurchMunster


This is the 17th piece in a continuing story I’m working through for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.

#55WordChallenge : The Fence, Part 10

The motion stopped. The sun temporarily blinded me as someone removed the black fabric and straps. The woman in lingerie smiled. “You’re safe here, Flint.”

I got to my feet. “Where is here?”

“Beyond the fence.” We were beside a wooden cabin. Two cats stood beside it. “Kaosu and Sangai,” she said. “They like you.”

55 words
@LurchMunster


This is the 10th part of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s weekly #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. Please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week. It’s flat amazing what gifted writers can say in just 55 words.

#FSF : Accident

It looked like an accident. Twisted metal, shattered glass, radiator fluid, oil, and gas pouring out everywhere, discoloring the road. People shouting into their phones, calling for help, holding their cameras aloft, taking pictures. Shock and disbelief filling their eyes, knowing they’d witnessed people die in a horrible collision between two cars. I closed my eyes, nodded, and drove off knowing everything had worked according to my plan.


Here’s my weekly attempt at Lillie McFerrin‘s flash fiction challenge, Five Sentence Fiction. This week, the prompt is Accident.

Please, go read all the other entries to this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. It’s amazing what creative people can do with just five sentences.