I like to participate in Crap Mariner’s 100 Word Story Challenge. It always seems to me like my stories tend to be darker than most, but I still do enjoy writing them. The topic for this story was “anchor.” The topic for next week’s challenge is “adventure,” if you want to give it a try!
Psychiatrists, medications, and drunken stupors culminated to hours of unfeeling; sits in the dark, staring at the static of a no-stationed TV. Broken bits of fine china lay strewn about like the thrown rice in the wake of their wedding.
She had to pee.
Her broken body protested as she rose from her chair, and made her way to the pier out back. She left the dock in their boat, wearing her wedding dress and his barn jacket; the pockets were filled with rocks.
The water would hide the blood stains as she held the anchor, exhaled, and jumped.