I saw God Once When I Was Little

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.


Surely Someday, Story 5

At last count Andrews noticed five voice messages from Simon. He knew that he should check them, maybe even call the younger man back, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not after the way Simon had acted earlier. Andrews didn’t much like the idea of Simon accusing him of wanting out of his responsibilities toward Maggie. Nor was he very fond of Simon trying to suggest that the sedatives wouldn’t work properly. As far as Andrews had been able to figure out, the only way to get Maggie out of their home was by sedation or coffin. And he had promised her long ago that he would never put her in another coffin.

 Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

Charlie said they were stars, the messy yellow blobs that he had painted on the bedroom ceiling. In actuality she thought they looked like large dots or splashes of paint, but she wouldn't say anything. When she had told him that she had wanted to see stars, Charlie had gotten right on it, buying a ladder and paint. He had spent a whole day locked in his bedroom, only coming out for a wine bottle around noon.  Anything for his Lennie. He wanted to give her the moon, but he’d settle for giving her the stars.