Wednesday, August 24, 2011

"The Fall" by Marissa Carlson

She'd had no idea when leaving the farmhouse that morning that it would be so difficult to go back. But it was. Standing below the road, looking at the pale gray buildings against the bleached sky, she willed her legs to carry her back. But they wouldn't.

Too many things slammed in those ugly buildings. Too many voices raised. Why had she come here? "It's your bed, now get on," she whispered.

A gargantuan effort moved one leg towards her home, but the rest of her body went so limp she fell; felt the short wheat pinch into her thigh. Unable to retreat or advance, she wept.

It was only supposed to be a short walk, and breakfast would be late.

~ Fiction inspired by Andrew Wyeth's Christina's World ~

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