I lay in my bed in a catatonic state. I couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't breathe. I felt nothing beyond the hot, stinging tears trickling down my face one by one. Somewhere I could hear Blurry by Puddle of Mudd. I couldn't tell if it was just in my head or streaming from my iTunes on the computer. I didn't know how long I'd been lying there. I wasn't sure if I had slept or if I was still awake. I reached over to pick up the bottle of Merlot for another steady trickle of numb. It was empty. So was the one next to it. That's the problem with having a well-stocked wine cellar. No thought to keeping stronger, more effective mind numbing alcohol in the house. I lay back down on the pillow he forgot to take with him, and inhaled the remains of the Kenneth Cole Black cologne I had bought for him for his birthday. Last week.
How could life change so drastically in such a short time? I was happy. I thought we were happy. I inhaled again as Rihanna sang Rehab from the corner of my office. I'd turn the damn computer off, but it's too much effort to walk across the hall. I wish I could remember what day it was.
There was a faint knock at the door. I tuned it out hoping he would go away. He knocked again, and slowly cracked the door open. It was my son, River. I told him the keys were in my purse and he could have all the cash out of my wallet. "Hey mom, I thought you might like the last brownie." He brought me the last German chocolate frosted brownie I had bought at AJ's yesterday. Or was it last week?
He gave me a kiss on the cheek and said he had to leave for his skiing trip with his dad. Oh. I forgot about that.
Steven and I were going to have a quiet, romantic Christmas just the two of us. It was going to be quiet all right. Just me. Shit!
I gave River a hug and a kiss, told him to be careful and have fun with his dad. I begged him not to break anything or do any crazy stunts. He looked at me with his daddy's blue eyes and said, "Mom, you're always so paranoid. I'll be fine." He got up to leave for his month long adventure in Aspen. He paused at the door, and said, "Mom, you kind of look like shit. You've been in bed for 3 days straight. He's not worth it. And for the record, I'll always love you. But don't tell my friends I said that. They'll think I'm a wuss." That's my River. I told him to get out and have fun with his dad.
Sloane heard the song Plane by Jason Mraz as she drifted back into a stupor. She knew instantly that the plane she was on was going down. Unfortunately, her decent into the downword spiral had only begun. Somewhere in her dreamlike state, the thought came to her: "No matter how bad things are, they can always get worse."
And they eventually did.
© 2008, Yvonne Michelle
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How could life change so drastically in such a short time? I was happy. I thought we were happy. I inhaled again as Rihanna sang Rehab from the corner of my office. I'd turn the damn computer off, but it's too much effort to walk across the hall. I wish I could remember what day it was.
There was a faint knock at the door. I tuned it out hoping he would go away. He knocked again, and slowly cracked the door open. It was my son, River. I told him the keys were in my purse and he could have all the cash out of my wallet. "Hey mom, I thought you might like the last brownie." He brought me the last German chocolate frosted brownie I had bought at AJ's yesterday. Or was it last week?
He gave me a kiss on the cheek and said he had to leave for his skiing trip with his dad. Oh. I forgot about that.
Steven and I were going to have a quiet, romantic Christmas just the two of us. It was going to be quiet all right. Just me. Shit!
I gave River a hug and a kiss, told him to be careful and have fun with his dad. I begged him not to break anything or do any crazy stunts. He looked at me with his daddy's blue eyes and said, "Mom, you're always so paranoid. I'll be fine." He got up to leave for his month long adventure in Aspen. He paused at the door, and said, "Mom, you kind of look like shit. You've been in bed for 3 days straight. He's not worth it. And for the record, I'll always love you. But don't tell my friends I said that. They'll think I'm a wuss." That's my River. I told him to get out and have fun with his dad.
Sloane heard the song Plane by Jason Mraz as she drifted back into a stupor. She knew instantly that the plane she was on was going down. Unfortunately, her decent into the downword spiral had only begun. Somewhere in her dreamlike state, the thought came to her: "No matter how bad things are, they can always get worse."
And they eventually did.
This fictional musing is copyrighted. Use of written material from this blog without the author's permission is illegal.
P.S. Thanks,
for the writing prompt! 
3 comments:
cool conversational tone to your writing makes it seem real. Like this take on the prompt and
I LOVE purple, so that's an added plus!
Your story seemed so realistic to me! My boyfriend wears Kenneth Cole Black lol. I love the scent!
Wonderful, sad, story!
i love the details in this story and of what she was listening to. music really sets the mood.. :)
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