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Metamorphosis

November 24, 2008

Selma has given us another challenging prompt this week at Search Engine Stories. I am beginning to enjoy writing in the world fiction. I hope you enjoy reading my fiction! LOL Here is my response to “Sky Full of Butterflies”. 

 

Metamorphosis

 

Mae fidgeted with the dominoes on the game table as she watched the spring rain through the beveled window of the living room. She hated this part the most, the waiting for the arrival. How many times over the years had she sat here? Far too many, she thought. How ironic it was that the one thing that gave her the most joy came at the price of causing the most pain for someone else, always someone so defenseless. She thought back on all of the arrivals and was amazed at how many occurred during the worst weather days; from falling snow to blizzards, spring rains to thunderstorms, and even once during a tornado.

 Bad weather always seemed fitting somehow. The worst cases always arrived during the worst weather. It was a sign she came to heed.  After the call came, she would make a pot of tea and retreat to the living room to watch the weather and prepare herself for what was to come. She knew what to expect. She would arrive beaten and broken. Mae knew what her state of mind would be: confused, angry, heartsick, and embarrassed. She knew all too well because she had been there once herself, so very, very long ago.

Being a battered wife is a shameful thing. You are ashamed of not being worthy of being loved by the one you loved. You are ashamed of hiding blackened eyes behind sunglasses on a cloudy day. You are ashamed of wearing long sleeved blouses during the hottest days of the summer.  You are ashamed of making up yet another story of how you fell down the staircase. Most of all, you are ashamed you stay. But you do. You gather your hurts and lost pride and hide in a cocoon until the day finally arrives when he goes too far, hits too much. Your shame prevents you from realizing the opportunity that lies ahead.

Yes, Mae thought, that is what I provide; an opportunity to help others shed their cocoon of abuse. For twenty-six years she opened her home and her heart to those who were where she had once been.  But she had learned to fly and she would help yet another woman grow her wings. She watched as the car pulled into the driveway. The rain was still falling. That’s alright, she thought. It may be a week, or a month, or maybe more, but the pain would subside and the cocoon would be broken. Yes, there would be one more, one more in her sky full of butterflies.

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9 Comments leave one →
  1. November 24, 2008 8:06 pm

    Butterflies are so symbolic. You’ve done a great job with this prompt Cricket. What an inspiring story, G

    ~~Thank you Geraldine for your kind words. I am just begining to get into fiction writing and appreciate the encouragement. Cricket

  2. November 25, 2008 4:29 am

    Well, I hope you step out of your comfort zone a lot more often. This was absolutely wonderful. You write so well, please don’t ever think that you can’t. I am truly inspired by this story. It’s just brilliant!

    ~~ I am so honored by your words Selma. I so admire your writing and deeply appreciate any critique you care to give. Cricket

  3. November 25, 2008 7:09 am

    An inspiring story well done.

    ~~ Thank you Anthony, for stopping by and for your words of praise. Cricket

  4. DavidM permalink
    November 26, 2008 5:51 am

    A well wriiten, measured and inspirational story. Thanks. DavidM

    ~~ Thank you David. I am getting a bit heady with all these wonderful comments. Cricket

  5. November 26, 2008 10:05 pm

    a recovered butterfly helping others heal, if only people don’t have to go through such pain

    nice take on the prompt

    ~~Thank you Lissa. I sure appreciate you stopping in for a visit. Cricket

  6. November 27, 2008 8:37 am

    Cricket this is really lovely. I particularly like how you left us in suspense until just before the end. Masterfully written. Excellent. I don’t know if you send your stories out but you must think of sending this to a woman’s mag- maybe O.

    ~~Thank you Lauri for your words of encouragement. I only recently submitted a few of my stories to different writing contests. I am hoping to hear something soon. Cricket

  7. November 27, 2008 9:45 am

    an excellent piece having not only incorperated the search engine prompt,, but the remembrance of those of us that have been (or still are) victims of abuse…

    wonderful post….

    ~~ Thank You so much Paisley. Although this piece is fiction, is based in part on a personal experience from my past. Cricket

  8. November 30, 2008 4:11 pm

    Just beautiful. The empathy here is so very well written; genuine and poignant without the all too common slip into trite sentimentality. Very powerful, this resonates all too well. Great piece – thanks for the excellent read.

  9. Autumn permalink
    December 3, 2008 12:35 pm

    Lovely writing, Cricket. Very touching and inspiring. Good take on the prompt! Thanks, Autumn

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