Megan stared at the stain, horrified. She couldn’t remember how it got there and now she was beginning to wonder about her sanity. Surely she would have remembered something like this.
She turned from the mirror and walked back to the kitchen. Yes, there it was, the top removed. It was impossible to guess at the damage, but that was okay … who was going to count how many chocolate chips were missing anyway?
Forever Sorrow
Megan stared at the stain, horrified. She kept scrubbing and scrubbing but it kept coming back; the flesh of her arms swollen and angry from the coarse rag and soap – peeling away memories as each one remembered.
It kept coming back.
The bike, the screech, the screams…the blood cradled in her arms wet against her chest. The last breaths of her precious little girl, “Mommy…mommy…mommmm…."
Remember how many chocolate chips she shoved into her mouth...come on!! :) So there's my mouth full of melting chocolate and then you go and kill a little kid. Way to kill a moment....
You deliberately set out to challenge the cravings and addictions of FaithWriters with your first entry! :) --What fun! -- Your second entry does to break the readers heart. Excelente!
Oh, Pat. How did you write that second one? I could hardly read it. Great contrast in stories. Both well written--eliciting completely different emotions and responses.
Oh, Pat, you broke my heart, too! You are SUCH a gifted writer.
Now...back aWAY from the chocolate chips...that's right, back away...there's nothing to see here...
