Juin Charnell

Story 1

Deep Sigh.

Shoulders slumped.

What the hell was I thinking – a mother who kills her kids and herself – as if there aren’t enough tragic real stories in the news. Flash fiction has been the hardest things I’ve ever tried to write. Get in, get out, but make an impact and make the story in 500 words or less, meaningful. That’s a huge task.

So I’ve started this story and the mom and children are on the roof having a make believe picnic with oatmeal and hot dogs. She has four children, she’s at the end of her rope. Did she intentionally think suicide and murder, I don’t know yet.  Will she go through with it, I don’t know yet. I know it’s hot, maybe the hottest day in months, and the heat in her apartment is what created the additional stress to her over burdened life and going up to the roof was a way to have fun. No air conditioner in her apartment, no fan or maybe a fan with only one blade working. I don’t know, I’m making this up as I type. The children are 5, 4, 3, 2 not too old that they know what is going on.

Okay, this is all pretty dismal so I want to switch it up. Oh, just now, I found a way to turn it around. I can’t tell you because that would ruin the surprise. But think about what you know about me and what I blog about. So it will be something supernatural. Can’t help it. It’s where my mind naturally goes. So I hope my brainstorming on the computer helps you to just track and go with your story. Don’t over think it.

Continue to see the world through words.

 

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