Writer on a Horse
And a Dog

The world looks better from the back of a horse and the roads of life are easier with a good dog beside you.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Thanksgiving Short Short Story for Y'all

A winkled finger touches the rose and ivy design on the china plate. Tears fill her eyes, and she quickly closes them. Reaching for the handkerchief she always keeps in her sweater pocket, Labecca wipes the evidence of emotion from her cheek.
Any emotion brought questions, doctors and medicines to stop you from feeling. Memories should be allowed to flow because they painted joy, hope and love into your life. With them your essence is like a masterpiece painted by an artist; without them you are like a wisp of smoke waiting to leave.
Labecca looks around her small room with beige tile on the floor, beige paint on the wall and earth tone bedspread on the bed. No color! She feels herself fade into the neutral texture of the room and its nothingness strangles all hope of happiness from her.
She glances down at the only piece of china left from her life as a daughter, sister, mother and wife. Every Thanksgiving she had set her wedding china for her family’s feast. Afterwards she washed each piece by hand to preserve it for the next annual tradition. But what happens to tradition when you’re the only one left?
Carefully placing the plate in the wire basket attached to her walker, Lebecca struggles to rise and starts the long walk to the dining area. As she shuffles down the sterile hallway the sound of children laughing haunts her.


Gail said...

You go, girl!!!! I think you're off to a great start as a blogger, especially one out of her comfort zone:-) Keep up the good work!
I'm still new to blogging myself. If you're interested, check out my blog.

Sandi said...

love the story! Labecca-what an unusual name and what an unusual name for your blog. Mine is 'MUST LOVE DOGS AND GOOD BOOKS' & I write MG & YA, too. ck me out www.sandiu.blogspot.com

Hope your Thanksgiving is gr8!

Cathy C. Hall said...

Hi Patricia,

Just got a chance to stop by-when you start a blog, you start a blog!

Labecca stole my heart this Thanksgiving. Your line "like a wisp of smoke waiting to leave" stole my writer's heart :-)