Trifextra writing challenge:
This weekend’s Trifextra is the first of its kind. This weekend we only need 32 words from you, because we’re giving you the 33rd. Your challenge is to write anything you want, in whichever form you please, so long as your response is exactly 33 words and includes the word “mother.”
She didn’t mean to let go. “Get down from there. You are such a fucking drama queen.” Hollow eyes turned toward us. Mother was a good climber. She wouldn’t have just let go.
I’d just like to take this moment to say that life is hard. Every character in my little story is hurting, they just are expressing it differently. A few moths ago a childhood friend’s husband killed himself. Leaving a wife and three kids. This Trifextra brought in the possibility of abuse, but a lot of suicides are more about things going on inside the victim’s thoughts than any external pressure.
I don’t mean to go off on a tangent, but this subject is too real to ignore. A lot of kids are hurting because they lost a parent this way. They justify, rationalize, and when all else fails, they blame themselves. It is possible also to be there, without really being there, for your own kids or other loved ones. I struggle with this. I don’t want them to grow up thinking I just let go. Maybe this mother’s day we can all love where we are and however we can. Love is worth hanging on for right?