By Angie Dent
I’m drunk. It’s 11 a.m. on Christmas Day.
The kids are playing with their new toys beside the tree. The small turkey is roasting. I’m in the kitchen.
Alone.
I’ve just poured my third gin. It’s as bitter and cold as me.
I glance at the missing fourth plate and see you, building Lego with the kids last year, making us all laugh. I think of the day you left.
But then I look at our children, and tip out the gin.
Resolutely, I grab my Mum mug from the cupboard, heap in coffee, and brace myself for a long day.
Love it Angie
Thanks Jo ?
I love this story – so well written and powerful, leaves a lasting impression!
Thanks so much Alison. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Excellent. Glad she went for the coffee 🙂
Love this story Angie! Keep on writing! ???
Good. Keep on flowing.
Lovely.
I think of this short piece as the second act. I would like to read the first and thirds acts, because this is not the beginning or the end of this tale.
I feel this woman’s pain. She’s very brave.
What a lot, in 101 words… congratulations.
Thank you all for the positive comments. I really appreciate you taking the time to read.
Great stuff. Like the use of coffee.
This is fantastic! It’s not clear if he split or if he died and it doesn’t need to be explained. Gone is gone. Her pain is evident. Great story.
Good transition in 101 words, from despair to courage and resolve.
Adelaide