In this blog post, I am required to write two micro fiction stories that are 250 words long for each piece. The first story I wrote is called Lost Love. I took a line out of Gloria Anzaldua’s poem called El sonavabitche to create the story. The line is: “My throat so tight I can barely get the words out.” The second story, A New Beginning, was created through one of my tweets: “The memories I have at grandma's house will be forever treasured #twitterive.”
Lost Love
I began my hospital shift at four o’clock in the morning. Tim, my husband, was responsible for getting Kayla to school most days. Tim would constantly go out of his way to keep her happy. Now that he has been laid off his construction job he has more time. I would say that I am the provider in the family, without my income we would be on the streets. Being a doctor has its downs and ups. One of the biggest downfalls is that I hardly spend time with my family. Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know my little girl.
On a Saturday night, I got called in because the hospital was short on staff. Like usual, Tim was required to take care of Kayla. I was at the hospital for an hour before I received a painful phone call. Kayla, a five-year-old, was home alone. I ran out of the hospital in a panic. When I got home, I saw Kayla sitting on the couch terrified, my throat so tight I can barely get the words out. I was speechless. Where the hell did Tim go?
He stumbled in the bedroom in the middle of the night. Smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. I asked him where he went, no answer. He passed out as soon as his body reached the bed. I couldn’t sleep that night. Tim’s phone rang. A bookie called him and threatened to hurt us if Tim doesn’t pay him his money. Was this a nightmare?
A New Beginning
Christine was a rebellious teen. Trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went. If she wasn’t getting caught stealing, she was getting arrested for possession of drugs. Christine had begun her defiant phase as soon when her parents divorced. She was sixteen when they finally separated. She hated both of them and if it was up to her, she would rather live on the streets than under the same roof as them. Unfortunately, Christine is not old enough to legally make her own decisions.
When Christine would go to her Grandma’s, she would act like her old self. As soon as she stepped in the doorway, her attitude changed. She always got excited when she went over her Grandma’s. Christine trusted her. She revealed her deepest secrets and her Grandma would sit in her rocking chair and listen. Christine would talk about what she had done in her past and dreams for her future. They would talk for hours while munching on chocolate chip cookies. Sometimes, Christine would leave school early or even skip school just to spend time with her. They both were lonely and kept each other company.
Christine made it a daily routine. It kept her sane and out of trouble. She made her Grandma a picture frame that said, “The memories I have at Grandma’s house will forever be treasured” on the bottom. This brought tears to both their eyes. Christine finally had someone who made sense in her dysfunctional life.
Lost Love
I began my hospital shift at four o’clock in the morning. Tim, my husband, was responsible for getting Kayla to school most days. Tim would constantly go out of his way to keep her happy. Now that he has been laid off his construction job he has more time. I would say that I am the provider in the family, without my income we would be on the streets. Being a doctor has its downs and ups. One of the biggest downfalls is that I hardly spend time with my family. Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know my little girl.
On a Saturday night, I got called in because the hospital was short on staff. Like usual, Tim was required to take care of Kayla. I was at the hospital for an hour before I received a painful phone call. Kayla, a five-year-old, was home alone. I ran out of the hospital in a panic. When I got home, I saw Kayla sitting on the couch terrified, my throat so tight I can barely get the words out. I was speechless. Where the hell did Tim go?
He stumbled in the bedroom in the middle of the night. Smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. I asked him where he went, no answer. He passed out as soon as his body reached the bed. I couldn’t sleep that night. Tim’s phone rang. A bookie called him and threatened to hurt us if Tim doesn’t pay him his money. Was this a nightmare?
A New Beginning
Christine was a rebellious teen. Trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went. If she wasn’t getting caught stealing, she was getting arrested for possession of drugs. Christine had begun her defiant phase as soon when her parents divorced. She was sixteen when they finally separated. She hated both of them and if it was up to her, she would rather live on the streets than under the same roof as them. Unfortunately, Christine is not old enough to legally make her own decisions.
When Christine would go to her Grandma’s, she would act like her old self. As soon as she stepped in the doorway, her attitude changed. She always got excited when she went over her Grandma’s. Christine trusted her. She revealed her deepest secrets and her Grandma would sit in her rocking chair and listen. Christine would talk about what she had done in her past and dreams for her future. They would talk for hours while munching on chocolate chip cookies. Sometimes, Christine would leave school early or even skip school just to spend time with her. They both were lonely and kept each other company.
Christine made it a daily routine. It kept her sane and out of trouble. She made her Grandma a picture frame that said, “The memories I have at Grandma’s house will forever be treasured” on the bottom. This brought tears to both their eyes. Christine finally had someone who made sense in her dysfunctional life.