Just another little piece of nonsense from this month’s writing challenge. ~ J
“Write a 250 word stream of consciousness from the perspective of a woman whose life will change drastically in three minutes.”
Oh, dear God, that hurts.
Why am I here?
It seemed like a fabulous idea when it first came to me.
Life changing, liberating, making everything right.
Then there was the thinking, planning, and second guessing.
I was certain the labor would be worth the feeling at the end, but now I’m not so sure.
Finally arriving at the decision to go ahead felt like such a perfect thing.
Why did it have to become so complicated, so difficult, so painful?
I feel like I’m going to tear in half.
It’s not like I expected it to be easy, or fun.
Nobody would go into this situation thinking that, not unless they were a complete blithering idiot anyway, but holy hell, if I’d thought it would be this hard I’d have just gotten some other poor schlep to do it.
People will do anything for money.
Just a little further, a little more work. Push, push, push … and I’ve made it!
Jesus, that splash was satisfying.
I think I’ve weighed the body down enough that it won’t come back.
The water in the cove is deep and full of fish anyway so they should make short work of him. Think maybe I separated my damned shoulder. I hope Ivy can fix it. If not, I’ll have to think of a good story or maybe go to the ER over in Mendocino.
Just a short walk back to the car and I’m home free.
I was right.
It was worth the effort.