Dead…Not Buried…Friday Fictioneers.

All Deborah had ever wanted, was to hear her mother say: “I love you”. Yet, the words had never come, and now it was too late. She could only forgive. After her father shot through, Debbie was always branded “a mistake” and became her mother’s scapegoat. Indeed, when she was five, Debbie was surprised her mother didn’t drown her along with the unwanted litter of kittens. However, she was now a successful crown prosecutor, married with a family of her own. Yet, she never let go of Sally… the precious friend who shared her Vegemite sandwiches, and opened her heart.

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100 words exactly.

Goodness knows what prompted this tale of desperate hardship after spending a wonderful Christmas with my family. By the way, by “family”, I mean a group of about 20-30 of aunts, uncles, cousins etc and that was after a chaotic few hours at home  with mad present openings and the kids and pups chasing balloons around the kitchen. However, it is also a time of year when you do become aware of those who are doing it tough and didn’t have their lives served up on a silver platter.

We hope you and yours had a Merry and Blessed Christmas. “Happy Holidays” is more of an American saying, and not something we say in Australia and yet I acknowledge there is a place for it. It just feels a bit weird for me to use it myself. However, we all come together when it comes to wishing each other a Happy New Year. I am still working on my resolutions but they’re coming and I’ll be waiting until school goers back in February to implement them.

This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff-Fields, where we write up to 100 words to a provided photo prompt. PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

Best wishes,

Rowena

25 thoughts on “Dead…Not Buried…Friday Fictioneers.

  1. Na'ama Yehuda

    Whether Sally was a real friend or an imaginary friend … I feel sad for the narrator and you did well to communicate her anguish, sorrow, and strength.
    Merry Christmas to you and yours!

  2. Rowena Post author

    I’m not quite sure what motivated this story but a very clear picture picture emerged in my head. It’s probably a composite of true life experiences I’ve heard. I’ve had a few friends who weren’t really wanted but never experienced hardship and neglect to this level, which is inconceivable and yet it is.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

  3. Rowena Post author

    Thanks, Bjorn. Neglect is a form of abuse. It’s just harder to prove and probably for the person being neglected to pinpoint. They could easily blame themselves. Accept all the baggage which comes with being made the scapegoat without questioning it.
    I try to keep my eyes open for these people, especially among my children’s friends. Be that person who can be there and set them on a different and better path.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

  4. Rowena Post author

    Thank you very much, Linda. I am quite fascinated by the interaction between sadness and joy and the need to somehow hold onto the joy despite crushing news and disappointments. A close friend of mine has advanced MND and was recently resusitated after respiratory failure. She has a 12 year old daughter and she’s literally doing anything she can to stay alive. Anything for love. She posts regular photos of herself smiling despite being in ICU and she is joyful although not immune to her struggles either. She’s really had me thinking.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

  5. Rowena Post author

    Thanks, Andy. I’ve had a few friends who grew up feeling unwanted and it’s really had a crushing effect on their self-esteem and yet there are others, who triumph totally against the odds. Life has so many mysteries.

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