Showing posts with label Independence Day Flash Fiction Blogfest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Independence Day Flash Fiction Blogfest. Show all posts

Friday, July 15, 2011

Independence Day

Flash Fiction Blogfest
Hosted by Ali Cross.
250 words about "Independence Day". 

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Independence Day
by Dawn M. Hamsher


Salvo crossed the busy street, oblivious to the rushing traffic and honking horns. He could only think of one thing. Gina. How could she? The text was short. It ripped his heart. And then he just saw red. With each step, he clenched and unclenched his fists. The words screamed at him.

we r done

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Gina bit her lip. She had the text ready an hour ago. She zipped her bag and looked one last time around her apartment. Her thumb hovered over the button. She took a deep breath and pressed SEND. Her heart pounded.  She’d done it. Two years of dealing with his anger. He’d blow up and then shower her later with flowers and fine dining, kissing her forehead with apologies. Last night, though, was the last time.

She left the phone on the couch and grabbed her things, wincing from the bruises. He never beat her were it showed. Then she closed the door. She could hear the phone already ringing and knew he’d be on the way. She sniffed. It didn’t matter. She’d be long gone and he’d never find her. The tears began to flow, but she kept walking. He did love her, she knew that, but she wasn’t going back. Not this time.

 She slipped onto a subway car, into a corner seat. Reality set in. She had left her job, her friends – all without a word. She had left him. She hugged her bag close and shut her eyes. The train rocked back and forth. She was finally free.
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As soon as I saw the theme "Independence Day", I knew I would not be writing about flags and fireworks. I recently saw a drama presented by Women In Need, an organization that helps victims of abuse. Six women stood up and told stories inspired by real life. There were heart-wrenching tales of women who continually went back to abusive situations. I wanted to write a story about a woman who was able to break free and have her own Independence Day. 

Prayer: Dear Jesus, May all who are abused, turn to you for strength and courage to break the cycle. Surround them with your comfort and healing power.  Amen.