Break From Reality. Daily.
Lou and Jetta sat silently inside the tent, holding hands in the darkness. Outside, thunder rumbled, and rain pounded on the plastic roof as if trying to get inside.
Lou cleared his throat. “We have to make a decision.”
“I know,” said Jetta quietly. “What do you want?”
A sudden flash lit up the tiny space like day, and Jetta saw the grief on Lou’s face. Her stomach twisted, knowing she caused him so much pain.
“You know what I want,” Lou said.
“You don’t have to do this,” Garrett said.
I smiled, looked into his eye and said, “Yes. I do.”
He placed his hand on mine. I felt the warmth radiating through him. He tried to wrap his fingers around mine and draw my hand into his grip, but I pushed my palm into the hard seat. I didn’t want to hold his hand. I didn’t want him to hold me back.
“Macey,” he said. “No one expects you to do this.”
“I do.”
“It’s too much.”
“it’s all there is.”
This story is by Lisa Walton and was part of our 2020 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. A police car goes screaming by, red and blue lights blinking subtly through the gray mist. My pulse quickens. I glance over my shoulder at the door. You should have been…
This story is by Lisa Walton and was part of our 2020 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. A police car goes screaming by, red and blue lights blinking subtly through the gray mist. My pulse quickens. I glance over my shoulder at the door. You should have been…
