Even after three days, Freedah didn’t feel like washing her ass. She’d been dumped like a bag of shit while Henry planned marriage to some other woman. In two days coming, the wedding would take place at her own church home, where folk talked shit secretly and faked pity in her face.
“That no good bastard,” one woman told her. “The Lord ain’t blessing him in the long run.”
Freedah didn’t care about no blessings or the Lord. Her heart and pride were broken. She counted the days ‘til wedding time, crying in between, with a .45 under her pillow.
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My meds really do take the edge off when feeling this way. I do not let what others do or do not do drive me to actions with such damaging consequences. Please remind Freedah to take her meds. Get rid of the gun too.
Freedah’s mind is soaking in revenge. A scorned woman full of fury…
Powerful story. I hope Freedah changes her mind and decides make a good life for herself elsewhere, but the title tells me that’s not going to happen.
You’re right. Freedah’s a woman with a made up mind.
Freedah is my kind of girl. Speak soft but carry a 45.
And what better way for a woman to protect herself….
Wow! I love this! Waiting for more! Hopefully, Freedah takes a look at the first four letters in her name and realizes that being “free” will allow her to find another man who may be better than the ex.
Thank you, MiMi.
Freedah’s pain is too big to see past this problem. I think she’s standing firm.
CLEVER !!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks, Helen.
You are one mean, plottin’ mama, Tots! So glad I won’t be anywhere near that church!
No, don’t go anywhere near it. And leave Flopsity and Hoppety at home with ya.
Compressed fury. Well done, Tots.
Thanks, Soul.
Wicked good reading as usual, Tots, thank you
Thanks, Aurora. Your turn now.
oh 100 words oh okay I will later today
Thanks for the prompt, wondered what I had to say today lol lol
Love how you weave in details in such a short story, even giving a sense of the judgmental two faced church community.
Thank you.
Wonderful story, betrayal is such a terrible thing. Love Phyllis!
I don’t know if you are familiar with one of my favorite Texans, but this is a dark and terrible story of betrayal and revenge. Listen to the words:
That video matches the story to the letter. Wow…One can easily missed the message in the song because of the rythym Lyle’s has. Very interesting.
Love Lyle! Not usually much for Country but Lyle is just one of those songwriters who crosses the line. This one is so dark. One day my youngest son was in the car with me, he had heard this song many times but was actually listening to it for the first time and said, “oh my God mom, he shot them in the church that’s sick’. Then he burst out in laughter, he has been a Lyle fan ever since.
Wow, you pack quite a story, Totsy, in so few words. Very powerful, gripping. Keep it coming!
Thanks, Monica. I like writing these little snippets. They’re quite addictive.
You captured it! I’ve felt that way (without the firearms).
By the way, nice new look on your blog–well, it’s new to me since I’ve just returned.
Yeah, that’s a pretty bad feeling.
Thanks. It’s a new theme I’ll stick with for awhile.
You nailed this, Tots!
Thanks. I don’t know if new wifey will benefit from insurance. Then again, I don’t know if they exchanged I dos either.