Friday, 9 August 2013

Hey, I wrote again! 49 Other Options

I was emailed about a 177 word competition with less than 48 hours window (that's long - usually they are 30 minutes every Saturday) and one of the themes prompted this. It's 127 words long, so I had 50 spare but couldn't think what else it needed.

49 Other Options

When I was 5 years old I would curl into a ball under the bedcovers and sing to drown out the sounds of my mother stammering “sorry” again and again, pleading with him not to hurt her.  I never knew it wasn’t the way all families behaved until I asked Cissie what song she sang to drown out slaps.  

“My favourite is Paul Simon,” I said.  “50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.  I’m going to sing it to Mama and ask her to pick one.”

Mama chose by herself, without me singing to her even once.  Cissie didn't ask me to tea again afterwards.  

Maybe she would have if I’d sung to Mama about the bus and she’d made a plan that didn't involve using a knife.