Here is my entry for this fortnight’s Literary Lion Challenge, hosted by Laura Gabrielle Feasey.
This week’s prompt was Ice and I felt inspired to write about a situation that may, for some, turn blood cold – the end of a marriage.
The challenge, as always, is to tell a prompt-inspired tale in 400 words or less, in two weeks.
I hope you enjoy my story. Feedback, as always, is welcomed.
By Donna-Louise Bishop
It was starting to get cold now.
Any warmth which had remained in the car since she turned the engine off had long gone. Condensation stuck to the glass, like lipstick on teeth, and it both obscured her view of the sea outside and hid her face from the world.
She wasn’t ready to face anyone yet.
Her phone rested in the palm of her hand. It had remained silent for more than an hour and she had spent that time praying for the black glass screen to come to life. She needed something – anything – but it remained dark, reflecting only her blank expression.
Something inside of her had died.
The faint sound from the radio was little comfort to her as she blocked out the crass jokes from a radio presenter who incessantly talked nonsense. Some days it would have been a nice distraction from her own thoughts but right now she was too numb to care.
There was no coming back from this.
She had finally built-up enough courage to say the words she had wanted to say for months. And after another argument where insults were thrown like logs into the fire, she had dared push the send button on the words: we are done.
Her heart and fingertips turned to ice.
She was left to freeze by herself on that cold November morning, her thoughts acting as both comforter and prison warden. She watched people walk by, some quickly and some slowly, while she sat stuck to the driver’s seat unable to move.
Five years of love, replaced with emptiness.