tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post9186421327257427803..comments2024-03-27T10:02:56.747-04:00Comments on Fiction University: Writing Prompt: The Free Write: I Didn’t Mean ItJanice Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356672149097741248noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-67158035581076699672018-05-14T21:35:10.815-04:002018-05-14T21:35:10.815-04:00"It wasn't as if I meant to do it", ..."It wasn't as if I meant to do it", I said to the silence in my head, staring at the empty glass. I had just sat here for the last three hours, drinking like the world was ending, surrounded by what I estmimated to be half a dozen similar cases. Together, our kind alone must made up half the denizens of every low-lit bar on week nigths. I was almost expecting a "thank you" note from the barman for getting his kids through college.<br /><br />My minds was a mush of recent memories, and the fact that it was now marinated in cheap whisky wasnt helping, but Meredith's voice still sounded clear as ice. She wasn't mad-I've heard her mad enough times to instinctively fear something worse-and I was right. She was, for once, done.<br /><br />I didn't even remember what I did this time: was it the Thanksgiving incident? No, that was bad, but also months ago. Our anyversary? She wouldn't have left me today if it were. Did it even happen today?<br /><br />The harder I tought of it, the more my head throbed. I knew it'd hurt harder in the morning, but if I could stave off the ground shaking one more time, so help me god, I would. It was the only thing I had left.<br /><br />But no matter how much I waved and begged, my glass was not refiled. Then, out of nowhere, I was sitting damp on the sidewalk. <br /><br />"Ungreatful. Just Ungreatful", I said to the silence in my head. He didn't let me help him. Oh well, some other poor schmuck's kids wouldn't have to worry about student debt. Not if I could help it.Mr. Retarabihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01756818734552252725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-8971912937654132482018-05-13T12:39:24.033-04:002018-05-13T12:39:24.033-04:00It wasn't as if I meant to do it. Stuff happen...It wasn't as if I meant to do it. Stuff happens and you have to think fast. I swerved the car off the road to avoid an accident and hit a dog instead. Killed him instantly. I felt horrible. But then hitting a car head on would be worse. At least that's what I told myself.Pamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10641800481681697132noreply@blogger.com