Oh, help me...

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

...I attempted my first ever drabble...and tanked! What the hell did you expect from me? *g* 131 words.



What She Doesn't Say
by lamardeuse

It's not completely a lie, but it's still a sin, a sin of omission.

Because while she's saying it, she's also thinking of the news story she saw last week about the two men shot and killed in their own home

--that struck her at the time, their own home--

and she's thinking of the smaller hurts that would be more likely to happen, the stares and whispers and rude phone calls. Ugly words in red spray paint bleeding fresh on their front door.

She's thinking Your father will never accept this. Never.

She's thinking that maybe things are different in Canada, but she's not sure.

But she's also thinking, my boy looks alive again, and so when she says it, it's not completely a lie.

"I'm happy for you, Stanley."

Comments

[askye.livejournal.com]

I really like this, and event though you didn't make the 100 word limit you were trying for, there wasn't a word wasted.

I especially liked the image of red paint bleeding, right after the line about men being shot in their own home.

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

Thanks--glad you thought it came across well! Maybe I'll make the 100 next time. :)