Silence in the Night - Original Writing

Silence in the Night - Original Writing

The bullet wound had left her paralyzed, her body was stiff cold. She

could hear her own hard difficult breathing, her vision was blurred

and although she could see the people rushing to her she could make

out what they were shouting.

Was this really it, the end of a whole life's struggle to be where she

was? Sweat poured down her forehead, she could barely move her hands.

They trembled, trying to hold on to the nearest thing possible. The

fear was reflected in her eyes and onto everyone else's faces, she was

dying and everyone knew it.

Suddenly nothing seemed important, the book review due tomorrow, the

car being left at the mechanics all week, the suit waiting at the

drycleaners waiting to be picked up, the divorce papers coming

through...

All that she remembered was shouting at the waitress for spilling

coffee over her new silk blouse, the look on the waitresses face. How

the waitresses eyes were watery trying to hold in the tears so that

she wouldn't show a sign of weakness, the fuss she made over who would

pay the drycleaners bill.

Her beautiful silk blouse was now gushing with blood, it was ruined.

No drycleaner would ever get blood stains out, her whole life was a

stain. She realized that she wasn't a praised woman, she wondered if

anyone would even think about going to her funeral.

How could she have left herself rot away this way, she could remember

when she was a young and happy girl, those hot summers in Bodega Bay.

Where her aunt would fix up some ice tea while she would run around

the back yard, the grass grazing her knees as she would jump on to the

floor trying to catch the neighbors cat. The soft light breeze that

would caress her face as she would sit in the front porch at night,

looking up at the stars. Wrapped round a woolly cardigan that her

grandmother had made for her when she was nine, babbling about how one