In response to this week’s challenge to write a story of 100 words or less. The photo prompt is by David Stewart.
I look in the cracked mirror. Hollow expressionless eyes look back at me. As I pass my emaciated hand through my unkempt hair, I notice all the needle pricks. From 13 I was violated. Repeatedly. I have never recovered.
My father died yesterday. Last night I dreamed I went back to the house again. After 20 years the windows were empty and unfeeling. The garden was overgrown with weeds and unkempt. There was nobody to love it, to care for it. The fence was violated.
He can’t hurt me anymore. I will go back. I will weed and plant flowers.
Coffee in the Rain 
Reaching a turning point. Good one.
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Dear Jenny,
It sounds like she’s ready to move on perhaps, but not without a lot of work. I like the metaphor of the garden and her unkempt appearance. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS I like my coffee black. 😉
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Thanks Rochelle. Does that mean your stories illustrate the darker side of life?
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I hope now that her father has died that she does work to recover her life. Working in the garden and making it happy is a good start. I like the way the place mirrors the girl and together they will both recover. Good one.
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Let’s hope the death of her tormentor is all it takes.
Good piece.
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Dear Jenny,
The garden will grow now and for many years, one feels from reading your story, the weeds will be kept at bay. Good job with a tough prompt.
Aloha,
Doug
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I can see how the image lead to your so sad story. Hope her garden blooms.
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Replacing horror with something of beauty. It should prove therapeutic.
Rosey Pinkerton’s blog
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I love good endings. GREAT.
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Well done, a sad story, but redemption awaits!
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She seems to have found a good way to recover, together with the house. I, too, like the comparison house/MC.
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She seems strong to face up to her past. Very good take on the picture.
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Very well written story. Loved the ending.
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Brave girl she is. She wants to gather the broken pieces of her life and start anew. It take a lot of courage and I admire her. Tending to her overgrown garden will be uplifting for her. A poignant story woven with hope.
http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2015/09/sabarmati-ashram.html?m=1
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Love your take on the prompt!! Well done Jenny!! 🙂
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Such a long time to wait but now she can put her life back together again. Great story.
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