Photo Courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
A simple scene – the kitchen, the heart of the home and filled with happiness. Looking out, what does one see?
Word count: 100
Morning Mists
Carol leaned against the counter; after thirty years a groove had worn where her hipbone rested. Coffee steaming, she looked out over the horizon. Mist covered the fields, softening the world in a way that pleased her. Each drop sparkled in new hope for the day, and all things felt possible.
Today was the day she’d tell him. Love had gone and she had to go, too, to save herself. His footsteps on the stairs came too soon.
“Good morning, dear. Sleep well?” Hope, like the day’s mist, evaporated with this exchange.
Carol smiled a tight smile. “Fine, dear. You?”
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© Erin Leary
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sorry, you asked for something good, but all i could think at the end of you tale was that groove in her was going to get deeper.
loved the line: after thirty years a groove had worn where her hipbone rested (against the counter).
Randy
Such a perceptive line, that groove in the counter. I wonder how many times this scene gets played out. Nicely captured, Erin.
Very realistic. And very sad. Her resolve is dissolving….
Dear Erin,
Sadly realistic. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Your writing is so naturally beautiful…
Her courage faded like the morning mist. I’m one who avoids confrontations too.
Putting an end to thirty years of haibt is hard.
Windows suggest longing for a world outside of our reach. Maybe her dissatisfaction was transient. We all have those days. Great piece.
Tracey
Wow, I wonder how long she has been playing this out.
I can feel the melancholy seep into my bones. Nice job, Erin! GREAT getting to hang out last week!
So much to admire in this piece. The groove in the counter is a really good metaphor and suggests stuck in a rut; the comparison between the mist and the coffee steam; her determination and decision disappeariing… as I’m sure has happened before and will happen again.
Great writing, well done
Looks like life will go on as usual. Well written, Erin. —- Suzanne
Good story, Erin. Seems life will go on as usual. Well done. —- Suzanne
What unspoken longings come and go with the morning mist? Your story shows this well.