Word Count: 100
Choices
Walking was meditation to her. It permitted her thoughts to go where they would: sometimes willy-nilly, sometimes very thoughtfully organised.
This time, her thoughts were focused on wishing she were elsewhere. This whole single-parenting thing was so not fun at times! Yes, no spouse meant no extra arguing over how to handle whatever the situation was, but it also meant there was no one to back you and commiserate with you.
How tempting it would be to cross this bridge into a new life, leaving the old one behind.
She never heard the blare of horns, the screech of tires…
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An accident or intentional? Nicely done.
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Thank you, kind sir!
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Oh! What a sad ending to what seems like a lonely life.
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Or a lonely period, anyway.
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I think she made the leap? This was heavy. I can see that she needs some help. I hope it wasn’t a permanent change. Nice story, Dale.
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Thanks, Amy. Her choice may have been made for her…
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Ah, I see. Very sad.
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Well written, Dale, but a bit grim.
I hope that it is more fiction than fact.
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Thanks…It is fiction – though there are days where I would run away…
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Dear Dale,
This one just made me hurt. Well done. Very well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. Parenting is not always fun!
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That’s for certain, Dale. I did a lot of “single parenting” when my husband was overseas c/o the Navy. I had to make some very tough decisions during that time.
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I can fully understand! Teenagers are no picnic when dealing solo!
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Oh dear, you’ve just orphaned a child. Rewrite – quick.
But the point is, the life of a single mum isn’t always that idyllic. Nice piece.
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Thanks, Patrick. No, it isn’t!
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I hope someone finds the baby soon.
Good piece.
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Thanks, Mick! Maybe it’s teenagers and not babies!
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There are time when it’s best to concentrate on where you are rather than daydreaming. Nice story!
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Methinks you are right!
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A dark one, Dale. And sad.
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It is indeed. Thank you, Sandra.
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Ooo, dark. My sister is a single parent, two of my co-workers are single dads. They work really hard to make it all work.
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And must occasionally have the desire to just run away!
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There’s certainly lots of sighs, rubbing one’s hand along the forehead, etc. You guys are strong people.
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We have our moments!
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Wow….a tough road for sure……the parenting and the choice…..
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Indeed. Stay or go? You’re not supposed to want to go when you’re a parent…
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Oh, I think that’s only in books, Dale…….real parents know they need to go sometimes…..but they generally know they need to come back too. LOL!
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Indeed, Torrie! LOL
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Very well done; the good thing about stories is that you can rewrite them to fit your needs 🙂
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Thanks, Annet. Isn’t that the truth!
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Hardships of a single parent, I know it well. Very sad story, even more tragic for that ending. She had a moment of weakness, but I don’t think that was the end she imagined.
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No, she definitely did not. There was no way in hell she would act on her momentary desire to get away from it all…
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Ouch! Very sad. I hope she recovers. Her teenagers hopefully see this as a wakeup call, too.
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That would be nice, wouldn’t it?
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Well written, Dale, but incredibly sad. I experienced single parenthood for the first four years of my daughter’s life. Sometimes I used to go into complete meltdown about silly things. It was often due to complete exhaustion, working fulltime nursing and then coming home to a hyperactive child. Fortunately, I had a wonderful network of friends, many of them single-parents, too, so we used to support each other both emotionally and with practical sharing of responsibilities. I can’t imagine what it would be like to be in that situation without any friends, or not be the sort of person who found it easy to unburden their stresses to others.
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Thanks, Sarah. I am lucky enough to have a good support system as well but now that they are teenagers… whole ‘nother ballgame! Thank goodness for blogging, getting together with friends to commiserate and Zeke, who gets me out there to walk it off!
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Moving piece – very real. Let’s hope she survives.
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Thank you! Yes, let us hope.
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This situation is unimaginable to me. Your words have certainly given me food for thought!
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It’s unfortunately not all kisses and hugs. When looking back, though, one would hope there was more on the happy side!
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Parenting is tough even with backup help. Now her children are left with no parents…tragic. You really were able to capture her stress very well.
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It is! Thank you!
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I was ready for the leap … but not the blaring horns. Sad, but real. Well done!
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No… never leaping from me! Grazie mille, amico!
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Yikes. This is why I tell my wife walking is dangerous. Actually, I tell her exercise is dangerous whenever she tries to get me off the couch. But this unexpected ending really was pretty grim. Is it bad to say I liked your tale?
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No, it is not bad to say you liked my tale, Emilio! Exercise is never bad for you… it’s not paying attention that is the killer!
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Exercise is a killer.There are all these huge guys at the gym with bulging muscles (and bulging egos) who I want to kill every time I go there!
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Jealousy will get you NO muscles ! 😉
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I’m not jealous. Just because I have a pot belly. Isn’t that a sign of wealth, or something?
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Hee hee… in some cultures!
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Kinda dreary sister… Don’t jump
Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 02:44:29 +0000 To: rogtra@hotmail.com
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You know I’d never even consider it, Sis! Running away? Whole ‘nother matter! 😉
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I’m just reading a story collection by an Australian author – Danielle Wood – called ‘Mothers Grimm’. I think you’d like it. There’s a particular story in there called ‘Sleep’, which your story makes me think of. Your tale of this mother’s struggle and the sheer fatigue of keeping on going alone is very evocative and wonderfully told. So tragic.
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Thanks – I’ll look into it
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Sadly, she didn’t wait for the glory days that arrive once they mature.
O.K. so it takes awhile … so did toilet training. LOL
Sad story … but … really good.
Isadora 😎
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Thanks, Isadora!
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Sad, tragic, and blissfully short. Can’t wait for the sequel, especially since you left us with a perfect cliffhanger, Dale. :O)
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Then I done good! 😉
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LOL. Ah, yeah, you done good, Dale. :O)
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somehow fate has double-crossed her. how sad.
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Indeed…
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Sad tale. I hope they stopped in time and she lived. I don’t think she seriously wanted to end it all but she didn’t have her wits about her to avert a tragic accident. Well told.
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Thank you, Irene
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WEll done. I didn’t see the ending coming.
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Thanks, Vivi.
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You may not believe this, but back in BT (before teenagers) I had dark hair. I don’t know if she wandered out in traffic or the driver was texting, either way, it’s sound sad.
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They do bring out the grey, don’t they?
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I wanted to put the brakes on before that ending. 😦
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Oh for sure… this was NOT her intention at all…
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Careful what you wish for, a new life or no life. Well done!
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Thanks Yolanda!
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Oh no.. that was not the right choice.. but it seems we are thinking a lot of that crossing today
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Indeed, Björn!
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Perils of day dreaming. I hope it wasn’t a self-fulling prophecy!
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She had no intention of doing anything!
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Dale, great story! Such a sad and unexpected ending.
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Thanks, Joy…
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Okay, first of all, I thought your story was very well done. Secondly, the great thing about being the reader is that I’m free to imagine the situation as I like. I need this since my life has misery enough already.
I was delighted to discover in your story that after the screech of tires, the man jumped out. “Are you okay?” he said in the velvety yet compassionate tones you might expect from a handsome, tragically-widowed, billionaire doctor who loves children.
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Ha ha! So LOVE your ending! You sending him my way?
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You’re welcome to him. I’m not sure I want someone quite so perfect anywhere near my wife. 😀
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I am a widow…😉
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Did I mention he also likes buying flowers, remembering birthdays and doing housework?
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Great! I loathe housework..
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Oh! And thank you!
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You’re very welcome. 😀
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Nicely written. There’s a whole world of story within your 100 words.
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Thank you, Robin. I’m so happy you thought so!
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Whatever our circumstances, we can all relate to late night walks to clear out heads and order our thoughts. What a tragic ending, the choice was taken out of the narrator’s hands.
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Indeed it was…
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Dale, You bring the character’s struggles to light in so few words. Raising teenagers is no fun …that too alone…I hear that there is light at the end of that short tunnel so hold on to this blog!
Nicely written.
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Thank you very much, Ansumani!
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Oh wow…careful what you wish for.
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How tragic…. Well written.
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Thank you, Roger!
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Realistic and tragic, but well-written story, Dale. I did some single parenting also when my husband was away on business. I guess many of us have. It’s easier if you know they’re coming back though. Well done. — Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne. I imagine it would be a tad easier…
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