The rock where my sister died dominated the landscape like a giant defrocked mushroom.

My parents were standing beside me, waiting for my response as I looked up at the seaweed and the striations. I wasn't sure what they wanted me to feel.

"It's cold," I said.

"We were just up on that ledge," said mom. "The tide was coming in, but the sun was setting and we wanted to watch it."

"Thought we'd just wade back to shore afterwards," added dad.

"But I lost my balance and slipped. Pregnancy does that to you sometimes, messes with your inner ear. I landed on my hip and got a bruise this big." Mom drew an outline on her side. "A three-week reminder. Made it hard to sleep in more ways than one."

They wanted me to say something, so I said, "I would've liked an older sister."

I hate it when adults cry.

Comments

Want to comment? Login or Join

Login Sign up
DefinitelyTaran about 10 years ago

A very emotive and uncomfortable piece of writing. It must have been tough writing on such a subject, but it is well written.

DefinitelyTaran about 10 years ago

A very emotive and uncomfortable piece of writing. It must have been tough writing on such a subject, but it is well written.

TimSevenhuysen about 10 years ago

Thanks, Craig. Not the easiest thing to write, but it's where the prompt took me.

3
CraigTowsley about 10 years ago

Very nice, you can feel the distance between the parents and the child/narrator.

TimSevenhuysen (joined almost 11 years ago)
Visit Website

I write 50-word stories at www.FiftyWordStories.com. I post a story every weekday, with guest submissions featured on Mondays.

I enjoy writing all kinds of microfiction, and I love seeing what other people come up with.

1 favorites

Story information

License

Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0

genres

drama

tags

drama sad memories pregnancy

Contact


We like you. Say "Hi."