Sisters

The Two Sisters by Theodore Chasseriau

The Two Sisters by Theodore Chasseriau

 

I envied her abilities to dance, the way she moved about, gracefully as if gravity did not restrain her, rather worked with her, propelling the movements into the air like a symphony.
She had been beautiful in every sense of the word, while I was the average sister, waiting behind her, to be noticed, to be seen.
At times, in my poor judgment of youth, I dared to express the anger that arose, through many actions, and hurtful words, but she always smiled.
Always, patiently, lovingly.
But none of that mattered now, as I stood outside of her hospice room, still grasping with the concept, that I would lose her, soon.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Prompt: Envy. 

 

 

Breaking Free – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Prison – A Haiku

the prison without
bars tightens around my soul
self-imposed pain

Breaking Free - A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Breaking Free

Choices had to be made today, no longer could she put them to the side, hide behind what had happened in her past.

It was time to make a move, a large one, something that would get her unstuck, and away from this self-imposed prison.

But making a choice could come with the price of falling, of making a mistake, without the safety-net – the comfort of her usual, but well-known painful existence.

A soft noise broke through the desolate silence of the tiny bedroom.

 

She turned her head toward the crib, her heart beating faster, with a mixture of fear and love, and knew, that somewhere inside of her, she had no choice but to find the courage – for that little girl.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

Invincible – A Daily Prompt Post

Today, Daily Prompt asked us this question:

At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

One of the aspects of being the victim of childhood abuse is, that you never have the luxury of thinking that you are invincible or immortal. You know very early on, that there are people more powerful than you, and they can do just about anything they want to with you. Fear becomes your constant companion, and if you are lucky, like I was, your vivid imagination becomes your best friend.
I am grateful for that, grateful that even life was too terrifying, too filled with potential landmines that could set him off, I developed my own stories, my own little life that no one could take away from me, no one but me knew about. A place where there are people who help one another, whom rescue those trapped by fear, and helped them overcome that which seemed too hard to lift on their own.
Aware of my vulnerability, I found immortality and invincibility in my stories.