# 6 DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT

The handrails painted gold, the staircase tiled with stones. There was a little play park to the left in the yard.  No children there at the moment, but it looked nice.

 

“DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”

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# 5 DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT

It is nice here, she thought, the children will be happy, her children. At least the neighbourhood looked quiet and safe.

 

“DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”

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# 4 DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT

For she wasn’t, she wasn’t living here.  For if she was, it will have only meant one thing.

 

“DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”

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# 2 DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT

Like an itch in the palms of her hands, she pauses; looks at the dent, then walks away.  Maybe it reminded her of something, an accident of some sort. But, as you take a closer look, there are no residual paint left from another car, just a dent, that dent, close to the door handle. And, as the driver walks away, her left fist loosens.

 

“DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”

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# 1 DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT

A red 2011 Nissan Sentra drove to the front gate.  There is a dent in the door on the driver’s side. The wing mirror has a little crack etched in the centre.  Like, in a well rehearsed script, your eyes travel to that spot, on the door, as soon as the driver exits the car.  You have seen the car many times before.  Lately, not so often though.

 

“DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”

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DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT

I had written a short story some months back, called, “THE BELOVED QUEEN”.  For a little while now, I was thinking that, maybe I should follow the characters around a little bit more.  And so, I began doing just that.

Well, anytime you plan on following your characters, strange things can happen.  They can take you anywhere they want, believe me.

So, want to follow them as well?

Yes, no, yes, no, yes!

Well, if you’re up for the ride, why not.

What I will do, is release, under the flash fiction category parts of the story as it goes along.

You will see the name Annmarie Deen.  This is a pen name I just like having next to mine for this story (saw it in a telephone directory; I guess it gives me motivation to write).

One more thing, the story is no longer called “The Beloved Queen” but now called “DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”.  My wife asked me, to rethink the title.  So after much thought, I gave in.  As I started expanding on the story, it was evident the name had to change—she’s good.