I started the Fiction Friday series in October to help improve my descriptive prose writing. Perhaps I’ll write a book some day, most likely not, but I’m enjoying being creative each week. If you’d like to write along with me, I will have a link up for the series each week. Add a link to fiction on your blog.
Today’s story is the third part in a series. Here are the earlier installments.
I’m going to drag this out into a 4th part, you’ll probably be able to guess why. I ran out of time to write the scene I really wanted to write this week, so this will have to suffice for now. Sorry!
of July, and Brad is taking Jack on vacation for a full week. With Angela of
course. But I try not to think about that part. I focus on the fact that Brad
is making an effort. He’s trying to still be a decent father to Jack even if he
turned out to be a horrible husband.
evening in my head. Brad is picking Jack up from daycare early this afternoon
to drive to his parents’ house in Chicago. It’s not much of a vacation, but he’ll
get to see his grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins. They can go to the
lake and maybe the children’s museum. Jack will love that.
quiet time. I need to relax and catch up some sleep. Being a single parent is
really taking its toll on me. Brad only has Jack every other weekend usually,
so I rarely have time without him. I typically use those weekends to catch up
on cleaning and shopping, so I don’t have to squeeze those chores in when I’m
alone with Jack. Now I’m facing the whole weekend alone and 5 evenings next
week as well. It feels like a luxury and an eternity at the same time.
gears and focus on my workday. I have only a couple of morning meetings and
then the afternoon free to work on my budget proposal. I need to finish it
before Monday morning’s pitch with the executives.
in the break room when Melissa approaches me. She’s another financial analyst
on my team. We’re friendly, but I wouldn’t really call us friends.
haven’t planned anything,” I say. “It’ll be my first week without him since the
divorce.” Why am I telling her all of this? It’s like I can’t stop myself. I must
be lonelier than I thought. “I’m looking forward to just relaxing and enjoying
the time alone,” I finish.
anything besides work. She takes a moment to think, and then she smiles quickly.
It’s kind of a backyard barbeque sort of thing. Nick and I have invited
everyone we know. It’s informal. An open house so to speak.”
weather. And since tomorrow is the 25th, we’re decorating the yard
with lights and plastic snowmen. A Christmas in July theme.”
what will I be doing otherwise tomorrow night. Watching a chick flick and
eating ice cream out of the carton? Making myself even more depressed? It might
be good to get out and do something.
see how I feel tomorrow. Email me the details.”
leaving the lunch room.
of the tables. I read email on my phone while I eat, but I’m distracted. I’m
thinking about Melissa and her party, wondering whether I should go. I suppose I
need to do something while Jack is away. I should take this opportunity to
enjoy myself. Maybe meet a few people.
desk to knock out my proposal before the end of the work day.