Mud under shoes

Ami-Rose Bell, sleepless, high on whatever, sat at the formica table, doodling in the pallid grease film their bender had left.

Chuck left at dawn, going back to his wife.

It had been doomed, but the positive pregnancy test had given her hope.

That life inside her, now without purpose and meaning; Chuck’s anger had broken the spell and his fists had broken the rest.

It’s over, over, what does it matter? That.

The stars we see are already dead, an overcast dusk, mud under her shoes.

Her hand reached for the 38 he had left, caressing cold steel.

“Use it”, he’d said.

But to spite him, she wouldn’t.

She reached for her Iphone, a text to his wife was all it would take, but…

…that night Ami-Rose vanished without a trace.

A bodiless “murder”?
Who trusts a faithless husband?

Twenty years to life.

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Today we are writing Prosery with Dora at dVerse, and she has chosen the line

What does it matter
That the stars we see are already dead.

From the poem “Laura Palmer Graduates” by poet Amy Woolard.
Our task is as usually to incorporate the text into our own prose of less or equal to 144 words.

April 8, 2024

48 responses to “Mud under shoes

  1. Wow! Impressed by what you did in 144 words. Well, you can trust a faithless husband to do one thing. Take care of himself. Whatever the cost.

  2. I like where you went with your Prosery, Björn, and the seedy atmosphere you created, especially the formica table and the ‘pallid grease film their bender had left’. You created Chuck’s character with so few words – a nasty piece of work.

  3. Your first sentence is perfect for setting the tone. So many mixed emotions going on for Ami-Rose. It’s too bad she could only kill Chuck once. Justifiable homicide if there ever was — but she is not without blemish. Choosing to consort with a violent cheater was her choice. May she and her child — if the baby survived Chuck’s beating — live peaceful lives. Great story and so well-written.

  4. Oh me, now she’ll have the baby at the prison. I quinced when I read the line, “It had been doomed . . . “

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  5. You start right at that pivotal moment and push us over the edge. Bravo, for not wasting a single word, Björn. I love the mysterious ending as well.

  6. Oooh Björn! This is fantastic! I SO love how you broke up the line and created such an atmospheric story in 144 words. So well done.

  7. Interesting take on the line Bjorn, bodiless murder caught my attention. The story eludes certainty, just when I think I’ve got it, it takes a turn.

  8. A very meaningful post, makes life more meaningful. I really like it and on a trip to my grandmother’s house I saw a lot of good things that came from your blog.

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