Writing prompt: SACRILEGE
Provided by: Joy fellow participant of the A to Z challenge.Visit her! Please PLEASE leave me prompts if you haven’t already! I need prompts for T, U and V most desperately!!
Today is the day the rain on the window sill at night would bring fear, and loathing, and pleading for mercy. But not to me, for once.
It will stop her breath in her lungs, the words in her mouth, the bile in her stomach, and the slaps and kicks she has marked me with, my mother.
That word seems an alien thing. Mother. I have seen bitches take care of their puppies inside the drain under the culvert. She feeds them when they whine, licks them clean, and nuzzles them from time to time.
But not ours. Today when I came back from school, I saw the same welts on my baby brother’s back that I always see on mine in the bathroom mirror. She must have been in one of her drunken rages. Even grown men are scared of her now, of who she becomes when her nostrils flare and her eyes shrink, and from her neck a slow red creeps up to her face.
I have no father, and my uncle, his brother, is the Father at the church. Sacrilege he would call it, wait for God to smite her. I’ll remind her again of her duties, he’ll say, have Faith, my son. But my baby brother is six. My sister, three. They will not live long if she lives, and I cannot wait for God much longer.
I’m fourteen, my ankles and wrists are too long and bony for my clothes, but it is up to me to be the man.
Without her, I’ll have a family. Without her, the world would be a better place. If it is Sacrilege, so be it.
Tonight is the night I’ll stop her.
Chills and chills…your writing gives me chills!
This makes me sad about the way adults treat kids and the fact that a child feels he has to take matters into his own hands. Makes me also think about the way we sometimes turn a blind eye to these things. There’s a note of hope here too, that things will change, that life will be better for this child, but at what cost and will his actions improve their circumstances? Good story in few words.
Thanks, everyone for the wonderful comments. It is those that keep me going because life wants me to do everything other than write. Your words give me the courage to write no matter how little the time in my hands…the last few posts have all been written in half an hour or so each.
I’m way behind in visiting blogs and commenting, but I hope to make up for it till Friday…hopefully the next few days would leave me more time to devote to blogging.
Wish me luck!
Another strong piece, well done.
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One of the best blogs I’ve encountered from the A to Z Challenge. I have enjoyed every letter of your alphabet.
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Thanks, Christina, I love your blog as well!
Very provocative! The pain is vivid and tragic. Great job!
Oh, my! I followed your comment here from my blog, and I’m so glad I did! You won yourself a new follower – powerful, powerful, emotional writing here. I love it.
What a tragic and yet all too real story! Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks, will stop by soon 🙂 It has been a pleasure knowing you!
Wow! Those were powerful and deep words. Though sad, such is the sad lives of unlucky ones in this world… [SIGH]
Leaves you wanting more…
I think Alex was right the first time : Vengence.
Have a good weekend.
Wow!! That’s a very sad world for a child to grow up in, but I have to say… What a powerful voice! Stuff happens, but it is up to us to stand up for ourselves, to take control. It takes courage, and strength of character. Beautifully written. 🙂 🙂
Amazing what you do with such a short piece. It’s all there.
Wait, that’s really negative! V – victorious.
Wow, that’s powerful!
V – vengence?
You are always wonderful, but this one is so strong! And I love the picture with it.
T = time
U = unthinkable
V = vital