Announcement

OK, in light of my ridiculous work situation right now, fiction week is on hiatus until I can recharge my creative battery. I'm totally tapped out by all of the menial, boring tasks that I need to take care of around the office. I was going to present a short "Inner Monolgue" but I can't even work up the power to take care of that.

However, the weekend is nigh. Even though rain is in the forecast for the better part of the next few days, I'm determined to make sure that I energize myself anf get back on the horse. This site has kept me sane for the last two months. I feel like I kind of need it.

Anyway, my sister graduates high school this weekend so the family's going to get together, including Grandma and Grandpa Grover who will be making the trip in from Florida. Yes, my life is a walking cliche. My grandparents live in Florida. They eat dinner at 3:30. They go to sleep at 8 PM. Also, they're nabbing Abby's (my) room, which means that Bonnie, Abby and I all have to share a room together with one of us on the floor. Anyone want to guess which one of us is hitting the floor?

Anyway, back on Monday!

Those gents at Y.P.R. have made me the happiest girl on Earth again! They've posted one of my "Inner Monologue" pieces! Read it here.

Back to Fiction Week after these brief messages ...

Before we begin ...

grrr ... work. OK, now that that's out of the way ...

Why Can't You Let It Go?

"I just can't"

"Dude, it's been three weeks already. Let it go."

"I'm sorry if I'm being too sensitive for you, OK. I can't be like you. I can't be unfeeling and immune to heartache."

"OK, I think you're losing it."

"Losing it? You think I'm losing it? Thanks for your concern."

"OK, relax. All I'm saying is, maybe it's time to start thinking about ..."

"Thinking about what? Starting over? You know I can't do that."

"Have you tried?"

"I can't even think about trying. It just hurts too much. It's all my fault."

"Now, stop saying that. It could have happened to anyone."

"Yes, it could have but it happened to me. Jesus, why me?"

"OK, that's it. Let it all out."

"I mean, I took care of everything. I was a rock. I was up nights, weekends. I did everything I possibly could. How could this have happened to me? I didn't sleep, didn't eat. I didn't nothing but pay attention."

"You did everything you could."

"Yes, I did. I did everything I could. And look where it got me. Nowhere"

"Don't say that. You gained valuable experience."

"Big deal."

"Oh, don't be like that. Dry those eyes."

"No, I just want to be alone."

"You want a soda? Hmm?"

"No."

"How about some ice cream? Hmm? You want a hot fudge sundae?"

"Well ..."

"There you go. Come on, now. How about a smile?"

"All right, fine."

"Atta boy. I'm sorry you hit the off button by accident. I'm sure with a little patience, you'll finish your game of 'Grand Theft Auto: Vice City' again."