ISO: A Moment of Being

She kept both hands on the wheel and let the tears flow freely. Life had thrown her into reverse of late and she’d taken it all in stride, or so she thought. Things weren’t exactly rosy in her marriage before she’d opened her heart and home to her husband’s teenage boys, but now it seemed like he was further and further away. The extra people meant extra money, which meant longer shifts and less time off. She didn’t feel supported, especially when it came to her parenting decisions with the boys. She already had enough on her plate with her own children and their special needs. The boys turned her home inside out, their negative behaviors affecting her children who knew better. It was one big bowl of chaos soup, and she was tired.

She needed something. She just needed to be. She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide until everything was perfect, again. She just needed a moment to herself, without small voices crying with demands, bigger voices arguing every point under the sun. She got in her car and drove. She didn’t know where she was going til she got there, and she smiled, realizing what it was she needed. She wiped the tears from her face and rubbed her eyes to erase any trace of tears. She marched into the convenience store, opened the freezer, and pulled out a pint.

Twenty minutes later, she’s crooning along with the radio, still parked at the convenience store. The lights inside the store have gone out, the single clerk has gone home, and still she sat there. When the pint was empty and the song finished, she opened her eyes. With a deep, soul-cleansing sigh, she looked out through her moon roof and at the night sky. She breathed deeply for a few minutes, her eyes never leaving the sky. Her mind ran away with the stars, painting stories of the constellations, starting wars between the gods hanging keenly above. After a few more minutes, she smiled again, the tears a distant memory. She took one more deep breath, exhaling it slowly, then turned the key in the ignition and headed for home.


For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, kgwaite gave me this prompt: Today, I love the sky!

I gave Kat this prompt: “Hog-tied at the Neon Moon.”


  1. Very nice – Loved this piece. Of course, ice cream being my preferred mode of escape, I thought she got a pint of Ben and Jerrys. The only suggest I might make is to watch the tense shifts after the trip to the store.


    • It is ice cream, though in my case, its Edy’s Chocolate cherry explosion. 😉

      And the shift change at the end was intentional. Knowing that now, does it still not work?


      • OK, so I wasn’t wrong on the ice cream – I love that she eats it in the car. Re: tense shift – I still don’t like the tense shift at the end–I’m personally not a big fan of tense shifts and the shift back to past at the end, for me, is jarring. Could you try it in all present?


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