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Title: Up and Away
Rating: PG
Challenge: #6 The Mother
Walking down the midway, she realized that she had lost sight of her mother. Frowning to herself, she stopped to examine the candy apples; they were red as the lipstick her mother was wearing that day. Whore, she thought, verbally abusing the woman who no longer held any sacred place in her heart.
She tried to block the onslaught of mental images, not today, not when she was finally out of the house, away from the man who had stolen her mother away from her. It wasn’t that he was a horrible man, he made her mother happy. But she couldn’t find where she would fit in her mother’s happiness anymore.
Ignoring the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she returned to searching for her mother. Finally setting sight on her, two booths down, making friends with the “carnies.” The older woman’s laugh carried down to where her daughter stood. She became frustrated, this was supposed to be a special day, one of those mother-daughter bonding days like the one on family television shows. Of course, on those shows the mother wasn’t an attention seeking-- She shook her head violently, as if ignoring her thoughts would make them less true.
She took a few slow steps towards her mother, getting jostled by the crowds, losing the woman’s voice in the commotion around her. Stopping, her face set by determination, she turned and resolutely retraced her steps. Past the candy apples, out of the midway. She wandered aimlessly, swept wherever her feet took her.
Somehow she ended up in line for the Ferris Wheel. Staring up at the mammoth piece of equipment, with its twinkling lights, she somehow felt that it would lift her up and away from her unhappiness.
A hand grabbed hers, causing her to turn in fright. The familiar older woman’s face was strained; her mother scolded her daughter for running off without saying where she was going. She frowned and turned away from her mother, retorting that she didn’t think her mother would care, she seemed too busy making new friends.
The expression on her mother’s face softened. She suggested that they should ride the Ferris Wheel together. As the ride brought them away towards the horizon, and then rushing back down to world, the mother clutched her daughter’s hand closely and remarked that this somehow seemed to put her life into perspective.
Title: Up and Away
Rating: PG
Challenge: #6 The Mother
Walking down the midway, she realized that she had lost sight of her mother. Frowning to herself, she stopped to examine the candy apples; they were red as the lipstick her mother was wearing that day. Whore, she thought, verbally abusing the woman who no longer held any sacred place in her heart.
She tried to block the onslaught of mental images, not today, not when she was finally out of the house, away from the man who had stolen her mother away from her. It wasn’t that he was a horrible man, he made her mother happy. But she couldn’t find where she would fit in her mother’s happiness anymore.
Ignoring the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she returned to searching for her mother. Finally setting sight on her, two booths down, making friends with the “carnies.” The older woman’s laugh carried down to where her daughter stood. She became frustrated, this was supposed to be a special day, one of those mother-daughter bonding days like the one on family television shows. Of course, on those shows the mother wasn’t an attention seeking-- She shook her head violently, as if ignoring her thoughts would make them less true.
She took a few slow steps towards her mother, getting jostled by the crowds, losing the woman’s voice in the commotion around her. Stopping, her face set by determination, she turned and resolutely retraced her steps. Past the candy apples, out of the midway. She wandered aimlessly, swept wherever her feet took her.
Somehow she ended up in line for the Ferris Wheel. Staring up at the mammoth piece of equipment, with its twinkling lights, she somehow felt that it would lift her up and away from her unhappiness.
A hand grabbed hers, causing her to turn in fright. The familiar older woman’s face was strained; her mother scolded her daughter for running off without saying where she was going. She frowned and turned away from her mother, retorting that she didn’t think her mother would care, she seemed too busy making new friends.
The expression on her mother’s face softened. She suggested that they should ride the Ferris Wheel together. As the ride brought them away towards the horizon, and then rushing back down to world, the mother clutched her daughter’s hand closely and remarked that this somehow seemed to put her life into perspective.