Prompt: Write a scene that conveys the feeling of grief.
A Time To Grieve
I hear the bell ringing somewhere in the distance. It mixes with the thudding in my head, making my eyes water. When I rub them, they are filled with grit.
It’s not until I hear my sister’s voice that I realise the ringing noise is my doorbell. With a sigh, I go to answer it.
“Hey, Daisy,” she says as she pushes her way past me. “You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
She blurs out of focus as I shake my head. A sliver of ice spirals in side of me, and I force myself to follow her. “Forgotten what?”
“We’re all going for lunch at the Coach & Horses.” I notice the slightest flicker of irritation cross her face; the shortness in her tone. “Come on, Dais, you can’t spend the rest of your life locked away.”
A flash of anger hits my cheeks, and my hands twitch as I consider taking her by the arm and shoving her out of our house. But I don’t have the energy. “I’m not coming, Sally,” I say, sitting and rubbing my eyes.
My sister mutters something under her breath and leaves the room. She returns with my jacket. “Put it on, Daisy. You are coming to the pub.” Her pale eyes pierce my resolve. Just as I’m about concede, she pauses. “Actually, we need to splash some cold water on your face. You’re all red and puffy. Not attractive.”
I close my eyes, then shuffle behind her to the kitchen sink. Her hands feel soft as she washes my face. It seems to make her happy.
Our wedding photograph still hangs in the hall, and even though I know that seeing it will force me to unravel, I steal a glance. Jake’s dark eyes sparkle as he winks at me. I stumble backwards with the weight of memories. There is a rush of sobs rising in my chest. I grab Sally’s arm. “I really can’t do this. It’s too soon.” My eyes fill with tears as I lose my balance and fall to the floor.
Sally cradles my shoulders. “Okay, sis. But, you know, it’s been six months. You have to start living again.”
“Yes,” I say. Anything to make her leave. “I’ll ring you, Sal. But now, please go.”