Unspoken Conversation

This is my response to Day 17 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

Would it make you happier if I said I wish it‘d been me instead of them? That’s what you’re thinking, aren’t you?

If it’d been me that’d gone out, angry into the night. But why should I‘ve left? It was my home, not theirs.

If it’d been my accident, not theirs. I don’t have a car, I wouldn’t have been driving. I don’t control the weather. I had nothing to do with her car and its maintenance. I wasn’t the one who insisted he drive.

Better if I hadn’t stood between them for all those months? Why didn’t he break up with me when they started? Why didn’t they come to me sooner? Why wait till they were married to break off our engagement? When did I become the psycho witch queen out to ruin their lives?

Mean of me to take the money from our joint bank account? I took my deposits out but left his money and the interest.  That seemed more than fair. Not my fault he put in less in the first place. Of course I took my name off the mortgage application, why would I promise to pay for the house they were going to live in?

Not greedy enough to keep the ring? I didn’t keep the ring. I gave it back to him. They left with it. I don’t know where it is. Did you check his pockets, her handbag, the glove box?

Better if I hadn’t come today because it was all my fault? I loved them too, remember? I thought he and I were getting married. She was my sister. Yes, they were perfect together, I saw that the night it happened. I couldn’t even ill wish them, after everything. Mum and Dad, I love you but it wasn’t my fault.

Unspoken Conversation

This is my response to Day 17 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

Would it make you happier if I said I wish it‘d been me instead of them? That’s what you’re thinking, aren’t you?

If it’d been me that’d gone out, angry into the night. But why should I‘ve left? It was my home, not theirs.

If it’d been my accident, not theirs. I don’t have a car, I wouldn’t have been driving. I don’t control the weather. I had nothing to do with her car and its maintenance. I wasn’t the one who insisted he drive.

Better if I hadn’t stood between them for all those months? Why didn’t he break up with me when they started? Why didn’t they come to me sooner? Why wait till they were married to break off our engagement? When did I become the psycho witch queen out to ruin their lives?

Mean of me to take the money from our joint bank account? I took my deposits out but left his money and the interest.  That seemed more than fair. Not my fault he put in less in the first place. Of course I took my name off the mortgage application, why would I promise to pay for the house they were going to live in?

Not greedy enough to keep the ring? I didn’t keep the ring. I gave it back to him. They left with it. I don’t know where it is. Did you check his pockets, her handbag, the glove box?

Better if I hadn’t come today because it was all my fault? I loved them too, remember? I thought he and I were getting married. She was my sister. Yes, they were perfect together, I saw that the night it happened. I couldn’t even ill wish them, after everything. Mum and Dad, I love you but it wasn’t my fault.