This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses .
This week’s prompt is : “Whirlwind“
*Inspired by Maya Angelou’s quote – “There is nothing more painful than an untold story buried in your soul“.
Note: I’ll be taking this opportunity to create some background thoughts from “Kate” (from my draft novella).*
I’m sitting on the edge of the bathtub waiting for the plumber to arrive.
My feet are dangerously close to a stinky brown puddle on the ceramic floor but my focus is not on the nasty toilet overflow, it’s on the view of my lush green garden mocking me through the bathroom window. I never have time to enjoy the garden anymore because I’m always inside the house dealing with all kinds of crap.
And today, it literally is “crap”.
I hop skip and jump out of the bathroom, head to the living room to rescue my still-hot cup of coffee and plunk myself down into my reading chair by the window.
I’m starting to hate this house.
The house that my ex-husband John bought after we were married. The house I put my heart and soul in to make a “home”. The house I fought for as part of the divorce settlement. Now, I just hate it and all the sad memories that waft through its empty space. I must have been a horrible person in my past life to have ended up like this…
I despise this frickin’ house.
Unlike that stupid movie from years ago, my ex didn’t have me “at hello”. But he was persistent unlike the few other men I had been with at that time. Between John wearing me down and my oh-so-supportive mother insisting that I wouldn’t find better, I gave in and let him “have me”. But it wasn’t hard to fall for him and when I did, I trusted him…
I mean, for one, John wasn’t an ugly man but his confident nature made up for whatever he lacked in looks. He treated me like a princess and gave me the kind of attention I had always longed for. I was the center of his world (or so I thought), the girl he couldn’t get enough of and he was always ready to please. Our coupling was like one of those sappy romantic Hallmark movies (that I now hate) where the leading man is almost perfect, does all the right things and life is happily ever after. Back then, John had me right where he wanted me – dizzy and hypnotized by a multicolored whirlwind of stupid.
That fairytale fizzled out fast after the twins. John, the slithering snake disguised as my leading man shed his skin and now I am here sitting alone in an empty house wondering how I wasted the last twenty years of my life…
You can read more from Kate here.
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