FreeWriteHouse Party 24: Let’s Get WET

Wet

She stepped out into the drizzle. She loved getting wet in the rain. It gave her a sense of calm. As if it was washing away all her sins, her past, her pain.

She wasn’t sure where she was going, just what she was leaving behind. She gave it 5 years. 5 years of everything she had. They say it takes a lot of guts to know when to give up. It’s true.

She had contemplated this day ever so often in the last 2 years. But she wasn’t ready. She had invested too much and her word had been her bond.

If she said something, she had to see it through. She had been convinced this would be it. And even though she had resistance from family and friends, she stood her ground.

Because they couldn’t see what she saw, or maybe they did. She spent most of her time with Delia. Delia made everything worth the effort. She didn’t want to give her a broken home. She was too young to understand.

But today, it went too far. She was okay when he said nasty things to her. She said nasty things right back. She braved it when he threatened to throw things at her. And when he actually did throw things at her she’d throw things right back.

They’d even gotten to the point of being rough with each other. And even then, when they made up, they’d promise to never do it again. Only for a small annoyance to escalate into another episode.

They’d always been careful Delia didn’t see or hear anything. She knew acquaintances were envious of their relationship. Nobody knew what happened just between the two of them. No one heard the whispers of threat through the loving smiles they showered on each other.

Today, she knew she had to walk. For Delia’s sake. They were having dinner and they had their usual fake smile on as they discussed her getting a job. He was against it but she had gone ahead while he was at work for the interview and his office mate had spotted her.

Pleasantries exchanged but she couldn’t tell him not to tell they had bummed into each other. She expected the familiar scene. But when he picked up his glass and threw the wine at her and then pretended he had tripped for Delia’s sake she knew she had to do it.

She calmly got up. Held her hand out to Delia and walked towards the door.

“It’s raining Mummy.”

She smiled at her. “And so it is! We’ll get you into your raincoat. And we’ll go dance in the rain.”

Another day another prompt, another Free Write! This is where you are allowed to frolic in the happiest place or traverse into the darkest corners of your mind and then share it. It can be fact, it can be fiction, as long as they are your words!!

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This is my submission for the 200 Day Party Challenge where we need to write one freewrite every single day for 50 days. Read other stories inspired by the prompt wet here!!

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