I can’t claim this as my original line. I found it in Writer’s Digest Short-Story theme, but the line is simply too irresistible to not let my demented, dark imagination roam with my own short story…
That’s not all… I also want you to run with it in my Summer Flash Fiction Contest kicking off today. Win $100 with your story of the same theme. Continue reading to enter.
“I knew it was a mistake the moment it was over.”
I knew it was a mistake the moment it was over. Everything inside me that originally urged me on and praised me for taking the bull by the horn, was silent as if it had lockjaw. I was left with dread and guilt, and wishing to feel anything else. I would have taken empty. I would have preferred the hollowness of empty vs. the heaviness of guilt.
I wish it was as easy as playing Jeopardy, “I’ll take two hundred for feeling empty and cold.” I can’t stand the daily pressure of the other.
But no, guilt and dread were there, staring right back at me with the anticipation of seeing what god-awful thing would happen next; as the total destruction of my life took place one sin at a time. Perhaps they are hoping for two or three sins at once.
Anything is possible after the first sin has been committed… the sin of Lust. The very sin that filled me so that I paid no heed to my wedding ring or my vows and the promise I broke.
I have to live with being an adulterer.
See, I’ve said the “A” word out loud. I have to live with it. I can’t wash it off. I can’t spray cologne to make the scent go away. I can’t carve it out of my body. I can’t make a list of things my husband is not, which led me to break the promise, because in the end I know what I am. The deed was done.
The deed is in me. It lives in me. I want to tell my story to anyone who’ll listen. I want to tattoo it on my face so the world can see it, but I cannot and I will not.
Why? Because the deed was done with a name that I cannot mention without bringing him back. To say his name is to give him power to return, to repeat the original sin, to fill me with Lust and make me ignore my vows.
In the end he’ll double the weight of guilt and dread that have already aged me beyond this lifetime. I might be able to forgive myself for one momentary slip, but to repeat it again the weight may be too heavy to bear.
I knew it was a mistake the moment it was over.
Celebrate the 4th of July with a quickie!
Enter my first ever Summer Flash Fiction contest kicking off for the Independence Day weekend on Friday, July 3rd.
I want your best short-short story in 450 words surrounding the theme, “I knew it was a mistake the moment it was over”
This is an open-genre contest (excluding erotica and children’s stories). Romance, mystery, paranormal, thriller, fantasy–you name it. So tell your tale. If you’re in the top five, your story will be published here on my blog and shared on my social media. If it’s the best you’ll also win $100 in cold cash.
Submissions close on August 24th, 2015. Winners announced September 4th, 2015.
No entry fee!