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Hidden Truth

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Your challenge this week is to use this line as a fourth. It can be used anywhere in the story as long as it is in a 4th position (8th line, 12th line, 16th line, etc). Please be sure the line stands out from the rest of your text by bolding or italicizing or enclosing it within quotes.

Charlie Higgins assumed most grown folks viewed the world cloaked in an aura of thick, murky darkness. His earliest recollections of life manifested in muffled tones of anger capped with fear and dread. It was often those memories which pulled him into troubled slumber.

Charlie barely recalled fleeting images of his birth mother. His young mind didn’t comprehend who she was but he welcomed the warmth her image instilled in the hollowness of his heart. Snippets of a young face twisted with laughter as familiar to him as the uncertainty of his young life. Instinct instructed him to never question the parents raising him.

Until recently, he’d assumed the wrinkled, slightly stooped over lady was his mother. Hadn’t he called her ‘Mama’ for as long as his lips could form the word? The elderly man, permanently scented in stale smoke and whiskey fumes was ‘Papa’; the male half of the puzzle.

It only came through an argument between his ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa” his world became confusingly clearer. They’d consumed their daily “liquid medication” quite early that morning after an unexpected call. Normally, Charlie stayed clear during the morning ritual but the phone call had piqued his curiosity. Conversation peppered with curse words centered around an unknown female. Charlie scanned his memory banks, trying to follow their anger. Whoever she was, there would be hell to pay. “This is Charlie’s mother,” a drunken voice mimicked.

Disbelief swallowed Charlie as the floor gave way. Mouth gasping soundless as the memories of the woman made sense. He stood from behind the chair, ignoring the shocked expressions on ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa’s faces. Things had been much better when he had been hidden. Yes, much better when he’d been hidden from the truth he knew he wouldn’t be able to escape.

 

Undo The Chain Of Events

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Dear Kelley,

It’s hard to believe, as I sit by your grave, we lost you almost a year ago. I know you understand why I haven’t been back to see you since the day we lowered your coffin into the ground. I thought I’d lose my mind the day  your brother showed up at my doorstep, sobbing, tripping over his anguish. Even when I finally understood his words, my mind shut down and refused to believe it was true. All I kept thinking was how much I took you for granted, believing you’d always be there. I lost my best friend, my soul sister, the godmother to my unborn children. Even now, my heart still hurts just the same as that pivotal day. If I could undo that day…. that moment. If I could undo the chain of events which bring me here today.

This is the first birthday we won’t celebrate together but I wanted to keep up with our tradition, although I felt a little……..unsure when I ordered your birthday cake. I avoided our usual bakery so I wouldn’t have to endure the weird looks from old lady Smith. Remember how she use to stare us up and down like we were space aliens freshly transported from our mother ship? What is she, a mere hundred years old? How is it some of us barely live a life and others essentially live a few people’s lives? 

I have a tremendous secret I’m keeping from everyone. I’ve even tried to keep it from you. I imagine you looking down from Heaven, shaking your head, your halo shimmering with each shake. I picture your wings trembling from anger and betrayal. I can almost taste the tartness of your tears, as they splash onto my guilt. I’ve resisted your presence in my dreams.

I know everyone thinks he’s a monster. So did I at one time. I had weeks of nightmares about him. Always chasing me, yelling he needed to make us angelic sisters. I’d wake, my heart slamming against my throat. I could never shake him, even in my waking hours. It became unbearable. I wanted answers. I wanted the truth as only he could confess. I fought it, denying the hell living within my soul. I pretended not to feel his pull, the weight of his need to answer.

When I was on the edge of my mind snapping, needing to know if he took you from us, I went to see him. Over and over I pictured us sitting across from each other, me demanding to know the truth. Him staring back at me. No matter the different ways I played the scenario in my mind’s eye, he could never quench my thirst to know quick enough.

I wanted to be free from the unknown. To have my pain eradicated within the breath it takes to create a mere moment of time. I wanted to be able to lay my head down at night and find you alive and well in my dreams. He gives that to me, Kelley. He releases the demons from within and takes them on as his own. He loves me in a way that proves he wasn’t the one to take you from us. I believe that within the entirety of my existence.

I don’t know if I will be back to see you again, Kelley. I’m torn. Conflicted. I think, sometimes, I can almost sense your presence, hovering, stalking. Maybe it’s guilt. I can’t say for sure. He calms me when I tell him of these feelings. He is not what the world seems to think he is. He is the man who loves me.

Sarah

Happy Birthday, my dearest friend. 

For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, Kirsten gave me this prompt: A birthday cake, a forbidden love and this quote by Carrie Fisher : “instant gratification takes too long.”.

I gave Andrea this prompt: It isn’t every day you trip and fall into the arms of…………….

 

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Acceptance Is The Key

The doctor woke up afraid. The woman beside him stirred. He froze, shame flooding his existence. In one night, he’d obliterated a lifetime dream. Feeling the pull of her stare, unable to resist her power, he swung his eyes towards her. He wasn’t surprised to find her lips curled in victory, mocking his defeated existence.

In the beginning of their acquaintance, she’d appeared as a desirable, tantalizing creature, teasing him with her charms. How quickly he’d been seduced. Oh, she could make a man feel good, on top of the world. What’s one time? What can it hurt? I’m in control, he’d convinced himself. When had wanting slipped into needing?

No matter how he’d tried to dodge her, she’d snake her way back in. Sometimes, she changed her appearance to represent an old familiar friend stopping by to relive the long passing of glory days. Nothing wrong with a trip or two down memory lane, she’d whisper.

When his wife began complaining about his frequent absences as a father and husband, she was right there, comforting him, nursing his wounded ego. Such an ungrateful wife, she’d cluck. Tsk, tsk, tsk. She doesn’t deserve you. I’ll be your wife. You don’t need her.

The partners at the clinic began to assault him with complaints regarding his shoddy work and lack of concern for the patients. You’ve changed, they admonished. What’s going on with you? You’re not the doctor we recruited. You don’t need them, she reassured him. They’re nothing without you. Good old-fashioned jealousy is all it is, she’d hiss in his ear.

However she appeared, she’d always managed to lure him back.

Until he was faced with the threat of losing his family and career. Ultimatums from his wife compounded by the termination of his contract with the clinic broke her spell.

He’d hoped, believed he’d finally erased her from his existence this last year. His wife supported his decision to relocate across the country, leaving everything and everyone she knew. An old college friend gave him a chance and benefit of the doubt he could beat his problem, bringing him into a well established practice. Yes, the last twelve months boasted a stronger marriage, a second child on the way, along with a town full of adoring and grateful patients.

The woman shifted, sitting up. Reaching for a cigarette, she ignored him. Swallowing fear, he instantly understood. Sensing his new-found knowledge she turned towards him, smiling. How stupid of him not to have known, even sensed she’d been behind the success of the last year. She’d never really left, only giving the illusion of disappearance. She’d been silently building him up, biding her time for the very moment he was convinced he had it beaten.

Acceptance is the key, she’d always whispered into his drug induced mind.

Acceptance is the key, he told himself as he stuck the needle into his eagerly awaiting vein.

I came across the Master Class while reading one of the stories on Sam’s blog, My Write Side. This is my first time participating and I look forward to future prompts. As I wrote the doctor’s story, my mind delved into the people who are affected by his story and will be adding a couple of more stories, using prompts from Bloggy Moms Writing Workshop. Stop in and check out Sam’s blog and the writing prompts.

 

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