A Moment In Time

Cassie sprawled in the thick underbrush of the woods trying not to move or swat at the biting mosquitoes. She had been there for hours, waiting, watching, and being very alone and quiet.

That didn’t matter because Cassie had gotten use to being alone. She had also gotten used to the quiet. It had taken awhile, but gradually she came to realize that quiet wasn’t so bad. Quiet was better than all of the lying and the arguing. She had decided that they should all have some “quiet.”

At first, Cassie had hurt and angry. “Why would he abandon me?” Then, she found at the truth. The truth was just beyond the edge of this thick forest she was hiding in. There he was, laughing and happy with his arms around another woman, while she lay in this forest all miserable and missing him.

“Well, no more!” Cassie whispered. She would not cry. She would not feel sorry for herself. Cassie watched as he moved out into the lawn with this woman who had stolen him away from here. She was the reason Cassie was now alone. Cassie cried, while she laughed.

Cassie squinted against the suns glare to watch their every move. He was getting ready to leave for work. Cassie knew the routine so well. The exact minute the exact way he had always left…except it used to be from her house.

Here it comes! She thought excitedly. She watched as he leaned closer to the woman he had left her for. At the precise moment the two of them kissed goodbye, Cassie raised the rifle and fired….

Nobody Cares : Three Word Wednesday

Some of my writer friends participate in “Three Word Wednesday.” This is where you are given 3 words and then you must write something and post a link on the prompt site (www.threewordwednesday.com) I decided it might be fun to add this to my gallery.

Laura stared into the cabinet with dread. It didn’t matter how long she stood there, the contents just would not change so she slammed the door and sat at the tiny kitchen table. Holding her head in her hands, she gave in and let the tears slide down her cheeks.

“What am I going to do?” She asked the empty room. She knew it wouldn’t answer her, after all nobody ever answered her. Nobody answered her when she asked why the factory had closed.

Nobody had answered her when she asked where she and her 3 children were supposed to live now that she had no money to pay the rent. Nobody had answered her when she wondered how she was going to pacify her hungry children. Nobody cared…

Nobody here in this trailer park cared that her children would be home from school soon. Nobody cared that they would be hungry. Nobody had even spoken two words to her since she and her 3 children had been forced to move into this tiny little space that was supposed to be home.

Laura was startled from her misery by a rustling sound at the front door. “Burglar or bill collector?” She panicked. With a slight laugh she pulled herself up from the table. “Either one is going to be sorely disappointed.”

Cautiously, she pulled open the creaking front door and peeped out. For a second, she couldn't grasp what was happening. With a squeal of surprise, she threw the door open wide and caught a glimpse of the woman that lived in the next trailer scurrying across the gravel driveway.

“Maybe someone does care.” Laura thought as she struggled to drag the huge box of groceries into her tiny home. For the first time in months, a smile spread across her face, as she made plans to fix her children a wonderful dinner.

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