Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
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Life in the Rearview Mirror
I see our cabin in my rearview mirror, where it can’t possibly be.
I’ve flourished, if salary and job status indicate, schmooze, sip dry martinis, flirt on balconies overlooking DC’s skyscape, the sound of sirens echoing like funeral dirges.
On the GW Parkway, trees reflect in mirrors. I see you pleading and remember the starkness of sex on a mossy meadow in blinding sunshine. You always presumed I could never be more.
My boss slides his hand to my thigh. I stare at his furry fingers. His eyes beseech.
My cell shivers: come home.
Suddenly, all I feel is depleted.
Sascha Darlington
That was brutal, so well written.
Thank you so much! 🙂
We both went for pathos and memories.You did it so well
hehe…great minds? Thank you so much, Neil! 🙂
Powerful, life’s choices can be harsh, it sounds like it is time for her to move away, pronto
I agree with you, Michael! Thank you! 🙂
I get the feeling she’s seeking approval and fulfillment in the wrong places. This is only going to end with her feeling like crap about herself! Well written story Sascha
Thanks, Lynn. She is definitely trying to succeed in a world where it never seems easy.
What she has had to sacrifice to escape that cabin, only to realise she might have been better staying there. Great write Sascha.
Yes, I think you’re right! Thanks so much, Iain! 🙂
we juggle too many expectations, ours for ourselves seem to always be the least – you unfolded her story really well
Thank you, Gina.
Dilemma of career choice and love. It is not easy.
Thank you! I appreciate your reading! 🙂
Decisions, decisions? I think she should return home as I am not sure about those furry fingers. What a choice.
I’m not too sure about furry fingers either! thanks, James! 🙂
What to do? You described her dilemma perfectly.
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Thanks, Keith! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
I wonder how many men feel they have to use the same methods to achieve success. I suspect not. Furry fingers made me think of a gorilla. But then maybe she thinks of her boss this way. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Good grief, she’s surrounded by monsters! Time to break free and find a better path for her life.
Yes! It would be interesting to see her next step. Thanks, Linda! 🙂
The saddest part of this, is it doesn’t sound like there is much waiting at home either – starkness of sex sounds none too appealing over the furry fingers…
Perhaps she’ll determine a third option. Thanks, Dale! 🙂
Perhaps!!
If the present time feels uncomfortable it’s tempting to look back fondly on the past instead of changing the future. The voice of the narrator, unconvinced about the worth of her current lifestyle, is great.
Thanks so much, Jilly!
Furry fingers… I need to go and bleach my imagination. Good one, stark and savage.
Furry fingers… I can just imagine the rest of that troll… take the money and leave…
Hehe…I like that…troll. I need to use “troll” in my writing. 🙂
Thanks, Bjorn!
An enjoyable and colorful piece, Sascha. Future past and future present, but seriously, the cabin needs some work, although I agree a change is needed. My recommendation would be swapping out martinis for something more organic, say an Islay single malt.
Hmm…that swap may require a lovely leather chair and a fireplace as well. 🙂
Thanks, Steve!
Definitely. My plez, Sascha.
A very powerful read.