Weekly Writing Challenge!
New week, new month, new challenge! This week we've got two photos to use as inspiration for a short story. They're kind of vague, but inspiration can be found in anything (or nothing...).
As always, if you'd like to join the fun, here are the rules:
1) Use the above two photos in your story.
2) Keep your word count 500 or less (or a few more words if they're needed...).
3) You have until next Tuesday night to link up your story.
5) Have fun, don't stress, and let those creative juices flow!
And so, my little story!
Dear April
Dear April:
I know I should have written this a long time ago, but I just couldn't force myself to do it. I really don't know why I'm doing it now, other than I think I'm finally ready to accept what happened on that night. And because of that, I can tell you some of the things that have been locked inside my heart for so long.
Looking back, I knew I shouldn't have been driving. I knew it, but that doesn't really make a difference now. My friends told me not to get behind the wheel. I think for a long time I blamed them for not stopping me, but I knew all along that it wasn't their fault really. They didn't steal the keys from my best friend's coat pocket, climb into my car when I was a little buzzed and head home during the party. No, that's all on me.
You don't know how many times I've wanted to tell you how sorry I am. Of course, you'll never know and that's my fault, too.
I've often thought since that day our lives would be forever linked with my bad decision, what if I had just laid down and slept it off? It would have been so easy. The fact that I really didn't want to leave has caused me more pain than I'll ever be able to express to you. Because had I just stayed there and not gotten into the car, I would never have driven impaired and would have never driven on to the freeway where you were stranded with your broken-down car.
And I would not have crashed into the back of your car and you would not have died. And I would not be living in prison for the past ten years. And I would not be writing this letter. April, I know some might say writing this letter is a complete waste of time because you're gone and can never read this with your own eyes, but if there is a merciful God there'll be some way you'll know how I feel and that somehow you'll find it in your heart to forgive me. I hope you can because sometimes it's all I have left in my life.
Dear April, I am sorry and will be for the rest of my life.
Tom
Word Count: 394
You've made me cry! Such a heartfelt story.
ReplyDeleteOh my. This is really good. So heavy with remorse and regret. I love the telling of what happened through the letter all wrapped up in emotion.
ReplyDeleteI can't help but feel that Tom is forgiven.
Well done, Scott.