Time just keeps getting away from me, but this is the closest I’ve ever cut it. I’m writing this with 12 minutes to spare. Ha.
Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.
I never told anyone what I saw that late gray afternoon. The shadow of the man cast on the yard. How I shivered as my nose pressed against the cold glass pane before I turned away, thinking it my imagination.
Later I’d hear the awful crunch. Mother’s inconsolable cries. The whine of the ambulance.
“Danny dove off the roof,” Nicky said.
Even now, fifteen years later, I shudder, remembering. All these years wondering what if I had told someone. The what-ifs repeat like a metronome as I watch them lower Mother to her early grave.
The blame is mine.
ps I wrote this in my head, which is something I tend to do. Because I had the thread of the idea, I will probably polish this one soon. I rarely toss my first drafts at you all. I do apologize this time around.
19 thoughts on “Blame”
Oooh Sascha! For one that you wrote in your head, ya done more than good!
And I am jealous of your falling leaves…
Thank you, Dale. Much appreciated. The only problem with writing in your head is when you remember an important line ten minutes later that didn’t make it into the story because, well, in my head. lol
A well described feeling of self-guilt and regret.
Thank you, James.
For a story written in the mind, this is well constructed. Kudos to you!
Thank you so much, Fatima! 🙂
Survivor guilt. A terrible thing. A great story
Thank you, Neil! 😊
Enjoyed your story, rather belatedly – sorry. Your leaves… I thought for a moment there was something crawling down my screen… :0
Thank you. The belated was all on my part. Hopefully I will do better this week. As for the leaves, sorry. I am definitely a little kid with a toy. 😁🍁
Better late than never and it was certainly worth the wait. Keep writing in your head. 😉 So much emotion in your 100 words.
Thank you, Rochelle. I find it better than staring at my cursor hoping for inspiration and my bathroom gets cleaned at the same time. 😁
Oooh, that draws me.
Thank you, Paul. 🙂
My pleasure Sascha 🙂
Beautifully evoked meaningful poem ❤️❤️
This reads like a well-polished work. Those what ifs can drive one insane.
Thank you. This is one for actually listening to the voices in your head. 😀
Coming to this very late, Sascha. Sad story – what an experience for him!