She stood in line at the cafe’; nearly anonymous in her cloak. Her hands in the front pouch, her movements silent and slight. She nourishes herself in the feeling of wanting to be hidden. To shroud herself in the hood of her over sized sweatshirt. To comfort herself in the October night’s darkness and seek the void. Mint tea and chocolate were necessary and perhaps a better alternative to a glass of red wine or a shot of tequila. She wasn’t drinking these days anyway. Hadn’t had even a sip of lightning in over a year.
She spent the day being stripped of her dignity. Questions asked. Barbs and jabs. Silent jeers. Scoffs and sneers from across the table, trapped in that room for hours. It was about as soothing as walking barefoot on gravel. His false accusations and twisting of the truth had her seeing red. Was this once the man who made her heart sing?
She knew it was just another step in the process. Probably the worst or most unlucky bit of the situation. Positively draining. Self-comfort was necessary. When she placed her order, the sympathetic manager touched her hand and leaned in as if to give her a hug. She handed her the tea and treat. “It’s on me,” she said. Her eyes brimming and her throat in a grip, she managed to eke out her welled up appreciation.
The hole of blackness still overwhelmed her. But somewhere -not too deep inside herself- were the beginnings of the path toward that pinprick of light.
This week’s prompt from Kellie Elmore was a five word bank. I had started writing a story last night without seeing this week’s prompt ( By 9pm last night I was tucked in listening to The Moth Radio Hour-great storytelling show, by the way!). Her words fit perfectly into what I had drafted. This piece was born of a small trigger; I was removing my hoodie sweatshirt when a flash of memory came flooding back prompting me to get the ideas out of my head before they festered! The word prompts from Kellie are below:
Red – Mint – Gravel – Sing – Unlucky