“What do you mean Eric,” Grace inquired, the strain obvious in her weary voice. “who exactly is going to take on Sebastian — and why?” Her voice trailed off to an exasperated whisper. The why was not so much a question, as it was confused frustration. She seemed to know the answer was much too complicated to address at this hour, and she was too spent, physically and emotionally, to want to hear it.
Grace turned away from Eric, head lowered. Her arms fell limp at her sides, fingers splayed. She was trying her best to process what her friend Eric was saying, to understand him — to understand the recent events that had brought her to this place in time — to make sense of anything. Her head was spinning, and she could feel the fatigue deep in her bones.
She dropped back onto the sofa, half sitting, half lying down — an exhausted slouch. She felt paralyzed, thoughts racing through her mind, fragmented, disconnected thoughts.
She looked at her hands, palms down in her lap, her eyes glazing over. Her vision drifted to her wrists, her left wrist in particular — to her watch. Slowly, through her fog, it came into focus, and she realized she was staring at the broken crystal face of her Audemars Piguet Promesse.
Ever since Sebastian had given her this watch for their anniversary, her life had turned upside down, but it had also turned a corner. Fate had pushed her round that corner, and she would never turn back again. Her life as Mrs. Kensington was over.
She knew this, knew it as surely as she knew she missed her children. Something must be done to get them out of that house — his house. It could no longer be her home, but they would always be her children, and she feared for them. They had to be part of whatever direction fate was leading her.
It was fate that had broken the crystal. Fate, and her quick reflexes, blocking Sebastian with her forearm! He’d lashed out at her in anger, following their anniversary dinner. But why? Had she known his violent nature, things would be different. Where was fate leading her? Her thoughts swirled midst her exhaustion.
rob kistner © 2021
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You left me hanging ~~~ but good. Hurry with the next installment, please.
Will do Helen. This will be a progressive write.
Looing forward to more episodes
Luv the music video
Happy Wednesday
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much love…
As I commented to Magaly, this is a otk in progress.
Grace and her situation are very intriguing. I can’t wait to learn more about her relatives, the house, and her watch. And most of all, what (if anything) she will do to turn things around.
Glad you enjoyed this so far Magaly. I have the big picture in mind, and I have a detailed outline of the next few episodes. But I am going to need to develop a longer range outline to get to the conclusion — but I plan to get there.
Great response to the prompt. And, like everyone else, I’ll be keen to se further episodes.
Thank you Rosemary! This is a real-time write of an overriding concept I’ve focused ipon — so I will do my best to keep it going. I usually get very bored with episodic prose writing. But perhaps by continuing my poetry and turning only occasionally each week to this story, I will be able to keep it moving. I have a clear vision of what is the long throw of the plot — so I just need to find clever ways to get there.
Intriguing, Rob. I look forward to the next instalment.
Glad you are interested in what comes Kim, so am I — we will discover together.
We never really know what lies ahead after we escape from a traumatic situation, but we go into the unknown because we must. To stay would be our undoing.
You only lose traction you stop moving !