Hi everyone!
This is @mariannewest's Weekend Freewrite 3
It's a TON of fun and I encourage everyone to try it!
Here is my story. I hope you enjoy it!
George and Mable's Story
I put tulips under all the pillows, and then I set fire to the house.
It was what she would have wanted. She loved tulips more than anything on this earth. They reminded her of springs and new beginnings. She loved all the soft colors of tulips. Even if she had the darkest of days, when she came back from the garden after seeing the thousands of tulips she had planted over the years, she would have a smile on her face.
It was time to start moving on after the death of Mable.
This was the only way George could find to let go.
He needed to let go of all of her or his life would end also. He had things he had put on hold in his life. Things to finish before it was his time to sleep with Mable.
He took one last look at the house, wiped the last of the tears he promised he wouldn't shed, and turned and walked to his vehicle.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes after he was seated in the buggy.
His promise to not cry was going to be the hardest promise he ever kept.
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I cheated on my spouse and it wasn't the first time............
Mable was, at the best of times, hard to live with. That didn't mean I didn't love her but...............sometimes ....................I needed the peace other women could give me.
There was no love for the other women, just quiet, peace and for a bit, it was just about me.
Mable had many bad days. Days, where it took all of George's will to not scream at the women he loved...............she was slowly losing her mind and there was nothing he could do about it but watch and pray that soon her suffering, and his, would be over.
When they met Mable was the happiest of girls, always a smile on her face and a laugh in her heart. Men and women would flock to be by her side just to bask in her happiness.
The saddest thing for Goerge was watching the women he loved deteriorate to...................... loonyville..........there was not a nice way of putting what happened to her. When she saw Tulips, once and a while, her old self would come back for a few moments of time.
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George sat in his chair doing the thing he does with the newspaper every day, glancing through it all for some sign that Mable was still alive.
Over the past years, as he was writing his novel, something he always wanted to do, he has felt signs of her. George knew it couldn't be. He buried her! he saw the coffin! It had had to be her that he buried. When she died the Coroner came and took her away. Told him she had passed.........
But.........
The tulips................that showed up at his door once a year on her birthday. The smell of tulips late at night when he was writing.............made him wonder if he was going crazy!
So every morning he would get the newspaper and look for any signs of Mable. Mable being Mable, when alive, could not be a wallflower if she tried. If she was alive she would show up somewhere and to George, the newspaper was the easiest way to start.
He then heard the door to the kitchen open...........the smell of tulips wafted in.......he glanced up and there she was, older but very sane. His Mable. His eyes got large, his breath shortened and he could not move.
Mable looked at him, smiled and said ...............
Beep!
Happy Writing!!!
Snook
*If you would like to play along please go here: Writers or wanna be Writers Wanted!!!! Be Free! Freewrite!
Here are a few of my other freewrite if you care to read more:
Day 27: 5 Minute Freewrite
Day 26: Prompt: a shoe
Freewrite Day 24, 21 and 19
Day 17: The Weekend Freewrite
Day 16: Prompt: Dirty Dishes
Day 15: Prompt: White Cat
Day 14: Prompt: Apricot
Day 13: Prompt: crazy
Day 12: Prompt: Some Change
Day 11: Prompt: Sleep
Day 10:Prompt: Splinter
Day 9:Prompt: After Midnight
Day 8Prompt: Started
Day 7:Prompt: I Saw a Wild Pig Running Down the Street
