By Josie Gowler
Dutiful widow gig complete, ears ringing from the wake, I kick off my shoes and slump on the creaking sofa. Soon I’ll have inherited enough money to buy a new one.
I savour freedom and silence, picking up my tablet…now I can do so whenever I want.
The inbox chimes.
It’s you! A digital message from beyond the grave. Posthumous bullying. Fear mounts at how many messages you’ve stored, until I remember the new me.
I smile, enjoy the moment. Hit delete like my car hit the ladder you were standing on.
Will the fear ever stop?
Yes, it will.
Wow. Terrific story, Josie. Fear may be suppressed when the bully dies, but guilt remains in our hearts like a rose tattoo with the wrong lover’s name.
excellent!
This one made me smile big time. Other feedback: you showed her savoring her freedom and enjoying the moment, so did not need to tell the reader either time that she was. It was apparent!
Good story – It will stay with me!
Really good story telling. I enjoyed your play with words. If I may, I would like for you to try something. I don’t think I can improve on your skills writing skills but maybe on your critical thinking. Take the line, “I smile, enjoy the moment. Hit delete like my car hit the ladder you were standing on.” Try reworking this into Hit. Delete. Like my…. Also how about at the end adding in italics – NO, it won’t. You’ve got a really good imagination going, now stretch it a little bit more, challenge yourself. You can handle it.
Awesome!
Wonderful ending! Loved it!
Great story and twist and I love the description of the “dutiful widow”, but agree with others that telling the reader how thto character is feeling, isn’t always necessary as you have to have faith in your writing to imply only and be understood.
Well done!
good, though i’d hope the legacy expanded beyond a new sofa