Fiction - Uncategorized - Missing
title: Missing
word count: 207
author's note: I'm a nerd. I'm also doing homework (not really) and now I'm on the topic of Kennedy's assassination. Goodness, he was a brilliant president and she was a beautiful woman.
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Heart still thumping hard in her chest, resounding in her ears, Jackie watched Lydon raise his right hand. It was slow and
deliberate and a weight laid on her belly. Everything was surreal, like she was looking into a world not her own, and she felt so heavy.
The world was underwater. Her husband, well, he had gone to fix it, to pull the stopper and let the water out of the tub, to help her.
Jackie touched her jaw as she watched the ground, silently imagining the water draining from the fuselage of the plane, then Texas, then D.C., America, until finally, the world was empty and she could see John again.
"Jackie," a soft voice called to her. She turned to see her personal helper, her eyes solemn and downcast as they flicked away from the First Lady's face.
"Where's John? He should be back by now," Jackie said. Glancing around the populated space, she raised her hand to her face again, cupping her mouth as if she were going to call out for him.
"Ma'am, I think we should sit down." And she was pulled away by her elbow, small hands hardly gripping her flesh, while Lyndon said the last lines of his oath.
word count: 207
author's note: I'm a nerd. I'm also doing homework (not really) and now I'm on the topic of Kennedy's assassination. Goodness, he was a brilliant president and she was a beautiful woman.
- - -
Heart still thumping hard in her chest, resounding in her ears, Jackie watched Lydon raise his right hand. It was slow and
deliberate and a weight laid on her belly. Everything was surreal, like she was looking into a world not her own, and she felt so heavy.
The world was underwater. Her husband, well, he had gone to fix it, to pull the stopper and let the water out of the tub, to help her.
Jackie touched her jaw as she watched the ground, silently imagining the water draining from the fuselage of the plane, then Texas, then D.C., America, until finally, the world was empty and she could see John again.
"Jackie," a soft voice called to her. She turned to see her personal helper, her eyes solemn and downcast as they flicked away from the First Lady's face.
"Where's John? He should be back by now," Jackie said. Glancing around the populated space, she raised her hand to her face again, cupping her mouth as if she were going to call out for him.
"Ma'am, I think we should sit down." And she was pulled away by her elbow, small hands hardly gripping her flesh, while Lyndon said the last lines of his oath.