A Peaceful View

The man shoved the woman to the ground.  “Shut up you dang bitch!  You are worthless,” he screamed a her. “A worthless whore” he mumbled as he walked away.  Slowly she stood up. She felt the blood streaming from her nose and the puffiness of her eye.  She looked towards the doorway. There stood her seven year old son staring at her blankly. 

“Scotty.” a voice said, waking the young man out of his gaze.  “Why are you here? The burial ain’t for another couple of hours?” 

“I don’t right know ma’amm.  I reckon’ I just wanted to make sure they were putting paw in the ground,” he said.  “It had to be.  He can’t come back ma’am.  Our lives diverge from this moment in time.  He got what was coming to him.  Me and maw got peace.  I ain’t happy.  I ain’t sad.  I am just content.  It’s over.”

This fiction was written for VisDare 21: Diverge

Tough to write only 150 words about what came to mind from this picture.

 

 

 

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8 thoughts on “A Peaceful View

    • Wow…thanks for such kind words…I really appreciate it. I love working within the confines of word limitation. It can be challenging. But sometimes I just want the words to flow.

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