Inspired by the Third Monday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.
Star did not envy her sister even as she watched from afar. This was the life that Star had chosen just as this was the life that her sister had chosen. What worked for one half of their once whole did not work for the remaining part.
They were very different and not just in their choices.
Star didn’t need to be close enough to see the careworn look on her sister’s face nor the wrinkles acquired through laughter and sorrow. Her own face was line-free and as smooth as if she was going through puberty for the first time, though without the curse of blemishes that many teenagers lamented over. Her hair was bright, thick and full while her sister’s was thinning slightly and going grey at the temples.
The biggest difference about her sister was the joy in her face and the light in her eyes. Star smiled her own, though it was wistful.
She had no way of knowing that her sister would change so drastically when she left at the end of the day. Star didn’t know that in the weeks to come her sister would have to file for divorce and separate from her husband. She wouldn’t know that this was a facade to protect her sister and her nephews. Star didn’t know that her sister’s husband (the divorce was never supposed to be finalized in their scheme to protect their sons) would die in the following months because of corporate corruption and crime.
It was just as well that Star didn’t know any of this or she would have never left and a greater harm would have found her sister’s family.
This was inspired by the Light and Shade Challenge for this last week.
Envy can be a positive motivator. Let it inspire you to work harder for what you want.
It had been a long time since she had heard from anyone and she often wondered if everything was going well in other parts of the Confederation of Systems. She was tired and parts of her ached in ways that would continue for the rest of her natural life however long that may be. (She was serving in the Solar Corp during a widespread war, her life could end within the next twenty minutes or she could, somehow, survive and live another forty years)
She wasn’t set to meet up with her commanding officer until that night when her current shift was over and though it was only within the next hour or so that it would happen she still felt that it was taking longer. She had only the barest of clock-calendars as she wasn’t high up enough in her regiment to require more exact measurements of time and place even if her equipment was better than it had been when she was just a foot soldier instead of a perimeter guard. She was kind of glad that she’d received even a small promotion, being a guard meant that she didn’t have to ride off into wherever they were sending her for however long. Instead she stayed near one of the camps and kept watch on a rotating basis.
The part of the corps that were usually here were on assignment and weren’t due back until the next morning.
Now if only she could find some way to pass the time without compromising her duties. Maybe those trees near the rock cliff could give her something to do after her shift…
This little snippet of writing was inspired by the picture from the Light and Shade Challenge. Today has been a bit of a slow day for me and yet the time is going by incredibly fast.
Finding a balance between her professional life, something that was necessary to pay the bills and take care of her sons, and her time spent with her sons was very difficult. On the one side, she wanted to bury herself in her work completely so that she didn’t have to think about the hole in her life that used to be filled by her husband. She wanted to keep her body moving so that her mind didn’t have time to think.
On the other hand, she didn’t want to lose anymore of her sons’ lives than she already had. She had missed months if not years of her eldest’s life. She knew that he still blamed her for the divorce between Warren and her. Mary had never been able to sit down and really talk it over with Terry and not talking about it had caused the rift to grow.
“Mary, let me help, you don’t have to work yourself to death for this.”
“No, Alex,” Mary sighed over the phone, “I need to work, you know that more than anyone else.”
“Mary, you’re missing the best years of Matt’s life, you don’t want to make the same mistakes that you made with Terry.”
Mary drew in a breath of air sharply, but said nothing as she carefully closed the cell phone in her hand.
She wondered if she’d ever find the balance that she needed in this life or if, when it did come, it would ever be allowed to last.
“Alex, you don’t understand,” she whispered to herself, the phone sitting on the table beside her, “My kind are not allowed to do anything other than make mistakes.”
The sun was high in the sky as she looked out the window, the rays beating down on her with a harsh glare as if to remind her of what she was even if she was no longer who she had been.
This was a combination of two prompts: the Dungeon Prompt: Balance and the Art of Succeeding in an All or Nothing World by Sreejit and the Light and Shade Challenge for this first Monday of the month.
You often wonder at the words that people speak, saying that they would never allow such a thing to take place when they have not only allowed it, but actively sought to bring it about. How is this helping? Is there even a point to what they are doing? Why say one thing and then do another?
It is very confusing, but then again with the life that you have lived, you have grown used to such hypocrisy. You wonder if it will ever change, this need for society to espouse one thing and yet bring about the complete opposite.
In the end, you vow to do differently and teach your children differently and hope that the future is in better hands.
Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.
Another attempt at 2nd person POV which was inspired by the quote from the Light and Shade Challenge for this week.
“I can’t get this right!” I was tempted to pull my hair in frustration, but knew that would only make things worse.
I glanced over to my side and noticed my youngest nephew had leveraged himself up against my side on the bed and was looking at me with his huge brown eyes. I decided, ‘why not?’ and held the new flip phone out to the 20-month old.
“I can’t figure out how to work this thing.”
“Did yous wead the insructions?” he asked.
I held the little book up and nodded, “They didn’t help.”
“He’e wet me.”
I placed the just out of the box flip phone in his little chubby hand and patiently listened as he explained how to work the first cell phone that he had ever held to me.
Later I would blame my incompetence on the pain medication that I’d been prescribed after the surgery.
This little memory is brought to you by this week’s Light and Shade Challenge photo.
I repeat and repeat and repeat to them, as if they were small children needing to be constantly reminded.
Inspired by the third Monday challenge from Light and Shade Challenge.