Many thanks as always to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.
The Bliss of Ignorance
The day Frank repaired the garage roof over his beloved Ford F-150 before the leaking roof over our heads, I understood.
When he said, “We’d be better off if you gave me your work check to cash.” I knew.
After he came home late from work, whiskey on his breath, ugly words on his lips, his knuckles nearing, I nodded.
The next day, he may have come home to an empty house. He may have bellowed, thrown a bourbon bottle against the wall, wailed at the dog who wasn’t there, the wife who didn’t care.
These things I wouldn’t know.
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This is brilliant. I love the voice, the structure, the repeated paragraph endings, and the last paragraph – such an inventive way of showing her departure. Wow.
This is writing, Sascha! It’s elegantly structured and moving
I love how the story is a story, the truth dawns and the perpetrator is left without an ending.
He needs to set his priorities differently.
One can only take so much. A skillfully written piece, well done.
Bravo for her. I hope she’s going far far away, where he will never hurt her again. I like how you structured your story. It’s very effective.
Dear Sascha,
So well written. The last line is the satisfying exclamation point.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Excellent. Enough is way more than enough. Beautifully written.
Very well written story, Sascha.