Last week we had another short story winner. Margaret Leggatt in Australia.
To read her award winning story click
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WHEN THE SUN CONCEIVED A WOMAN
I tasted dusty tile floor. Aware of prying stares, lying in my own filth, I wished I could dissolve between the cracks of the thrift shop floor.
A paramedic struggled to insert an IV into my collapsed vein. “What year is it?”
“Do you know your name?”
My doctor’s words haunted me.
“You’re going to end up dead on the bathroom floor like Karen Carpenter and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Was this the legacy I wanted to leave my children?
Infused with renewed will to conquer the beast, I answered the EMT. “My name is Rochelle.”
*Footnote-This was a major wake-up call and the first day of my decision to live. The following sketch is part of a series I did to go along with an inner child story I wrote while in treatment, entitled The Magic Daffodils.