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Fiction: Broken (247 words)

That phone call had been the scariest of Leslie’s life.  And she was a woman who had lived through the death of her parents and husband.  But when the unknown voice on the other side of the line asked her if she was Leslie Jameson, and if she was aware she was the emergency contact for Thomas Jameson, it was like the whole world suddenly stopped spinning.

She made it to the hospital in record time, getting there just before Thomas’s wife-to-be, who Leslie had called in route.  They had to wait to see him, though.  The doctors were working with him and they needed everyone to stay out of their way.  It was probably only about ten minutes that they had to wait just outside his room, but it felt like years to her.

It had been an accident at work.  Someone hadn’t followed the correct procedures, and now her son was paying the price.  Leslie had already been reassured three times over that they were looking for the source of the problem, and that person would be properly dealt with.  But right now, that wasn’t important. That didn’t matter.

Leslie expected to feel a lot of things when she became a mother.  People had told her she would go through emotions that she didn’t even think existed.  But nothing in the world could have ever made her think that, looking at her boy, her poor unconscious boy, that she could ever feel quite so broken.

 
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Posted by on May 4, 2016 in Stories

 

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Fiction: The Beginning of Change (382 words)

I was fifteen years old when my world collapsed around my ears.  I hadn’t thought twice about the police car in front of my house.  Detective Drew had been a staple family friend for as long as I could remember, and when something happened to his car, he’d have a patrol car leant to him.  So, I was actually kind of excited to see the cop car—now eager to hear the story that led to the absence of Detective Drew’s regular car.

I never expected to find a young officer—a man I didn’t know—waiting in my living room.  He had the code phrase, the one my mom, detective drew, and I had set up years ago, the one that meant there was an emergency but I could trust who ever had brought me the code.  My knees gave away, and I fell against the wall.  The young officer helped me to the car—and drove me to the Police Station—where Detective Drew broke away from a briefing to sit quietly with me and break the bad news.

My mother was dead.

She had been killed in a hit and run accident on her way to work that morning.  The gravity of that hit me like a brick.  My mother had been dead for nearly eight hours and I hadn’t felt it.  In fact, I’d had a pretty good day.  How could I have had a good day when my mother had been lying in a hospital morgue?

I don’t really remember much of the next couple of days.  I went through them in a kind of daze.  I ate when food was put in front of me.  I slept when someone put me in a bed.  I don’t know if I spoke or even had a thought during those days.

The first thought I remember was when my father showed up.

My mother had been dead for three days, four hours, and seventeen minutes when my father walked through the police station doors.  I remember looking at him—recognizing him—but not realizing what he could possibly be there for.

He was there to take me to his home. I was a minor and he was my father.  Who else was going to take care of me now?

 
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Posted by on November 1, 2015 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Here On Out (228 words)

I no longer talk about life before the accident.  So, if that’s what you came here for, well, too bad.

Well, I supposed that’s not fair.  I spent to long specializing my study in Tudor England to not still talk about that.  And my mother spent every Saturday and Sunday for my sixth and seventh year of life researching every aspect of my personal genealogy, so I could give you a rousing tale of the lives of each of my great-great-grandfathers if you like.

But not my life.  I don’t talk about my life before the accident.  If that’s what you’re desperate to read—go find my father.  He loves to talk about my life whether I want him to or not.  Although, take it all with a grain of salt, since the man does love to embellish.

I won’t talk about the accident itself, either—although that’s mostly because I can’t. They tell me I was conscious following the accident and I can’t see why they would lie, but I can’t remember any of that.  I was in some pretty extreme shock, so it’s all gone if it was ever there to begin with.

But if you want to know about afterwards, that’s what this is. This is my life after the death of Andrew Taylor Carlton, Jr.  This is how I learned to survive when I thought I should die.

 
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Posted by on January 21, 2015 in Stories

 

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Fiction: An Accident (384 words)

It wasn’t just hard to see, it was physically painful to see. Jon looked back at Liam for just a second, but he clearly had bigger issues on his mind that Liam’s mental state.  Beth’s shirt was rolled up to her mid back.  If he were any normal boy, he would be absolutely thrilled to see so much exposed skin on the girl he really liked and maybe even loved, but not here, and not now, and Liam was no normal man.  He knew that this poor girl wouldn’t be lying here unconscious, bleeding from three long gashes across her back without him.

“It’s not nearly as bad as it looks,” Jon commented softly.  “She’ll be right as rain in almost no time.  The scars will show forever, as you already know, but…” Jon trailed off, hands still working quickly over Beth’s back.  Here and there he would touch her softly, carefully pulling and pinching at certain parts of her back.

Liam heard the door behind him open, and he felt a small hand come in contact with his skin.  He looked down to see Maddy’s hand tightening around his wrist. ”Caleb wants to speak with you.  Right now.”  Liam let Maddy lead him by the wrist down the hall.  He wasn’t really paying attention.  All he could see was those dark red lines, almost pulsing against pale white skin.

Maddy sat Liam down in one of the chairs in the main room.  Caleb pulled one of the other chairs to face Liam directly. Caleb’s eyes were red.  Somewhere in the back of Liam’s mind it occurred to him that Caleb had been crying, but the main part of Liam’s mind refused to move away from the scratches he had caused across that poor innocent woman’s back. He let his gaze fall to the ground, the spot between Caleb’s feet.

“Liam. You have to focus on me here for a second, because we need to see if it worked. Okay?” He heard Caleb, but he couldn’t make it makes sense.

Maddy kneeled down in front of Liam, forcing herself into his line of vision.  “We’ve got to run the tests, Liam.  Or else it was all for nothing.  Can you focus?”

“Okay.”  Liam blinked and looked up to meet Caleb’s eyes.  “Okay, run the tests.”

 
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Posted by on November 11, 2014 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Just an Accident (181 words)

To say Bess felt guilty would be the understatement of the century.  Dean told her it wasn’t her fault. Shauna told her it wasn’t her fault. Her parents, her therapist, everyone in the world was telling her the accident wasn’t her fault.

And in her head, Bess knew it wasn’t.  The accident was caused by a driver on hallucinogens who went off the road and crashed into the building. Her head told her that she couldn’t have known what the stranger was going to do. She couldn’t spend her whole life fearing coffee shops on the off-chance that a car would come barreling through the window. It was unrealistic.

And yet, Bess still felt guilty.  Something in her heart reminded her that if she hadn’t asked Tay to meet her there, he wouldn’t be dead. If she’d picked a different time, different day, different café, Tay would be alive, home right now with his wife, planning the next stages of their lives. It was a heartbreaking fact of life. How was she going to find a way to live with that?

 
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Posted by on June 22, 2014 in Stories

 

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