Nothing But My Aching Soul #amwriting

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Nothing But My Aching Soul

I feel for Jocelyn.

What if my husband left me for a twenty-something bikinied selfie-taker whose photos litter social media with duck lips and fish gape?

A Taylor Swift station reverbs in her cubicle added to which are numerous revenge songs. But my concern is the plastic cup with used staples, which looks equal parts environmentally kind (recycling) and treacherous (pain).

I’m proofreading when she steps in.

“I’m thinking Botox and plastic surgery.”

I shake my head. “You’re already pretty.”

“But not young.”

Youth, she’s stumped me.

“Even so, he might not come back.”

She smiles, eyes welling. “I know.”


end 7/8/2017

Sascha Darlington




27 thoughts on “Nothing But My Aching Soul #amwriting

  1. No man is worth going under the knife for… This was so well written. I have been the friend watching another try to come up with ways to keep that guy so not worth keeping…

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    • Yes! It’s hard to be on the outside looking in and wondering why someone else just doesn’t see the situation as clearly. Although, of course, I’m sure at one time or another I too have been the one not seeing things clearly…ha.
      Thanks, Dale. Hopefully your friend had an epiphany.

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