25 Nov

“Spend all your time waiting; For that second chance; For a break that will make it okay.”

Grace froze. Her fingers closed around the neck of his stuffed bunny. Her eyes wild, she searched the room for Rob or her mom or anyone who could make it stop.

Not this song. Not this song. Who is playing THIS SONG?

“Grace? Are you okay?” her brother had appeared at her side, and placed his hand on her arm.

“N-no. Why – Who is playing this song? They weren’t supposed to play this song!” her breath was caught in her chest and she realized she was shaking. She felt her tenuous grasp on reality slipping away.

“You are pulled from the wreckage; Of your silent reverie; You’re in the arms of the angel; May you find some comfort here.”

“Maybe you should sit down, sis. I’ll make sure the song gets turned off.” Guiding her to a bench he said, “Just stay here.” Seth walked away, headed toward the table that housed someone’s laptop that was streaming a montage of video clips and photographs of Liam.

Grace folded herself over until her head was on her knees, Liam’s bunny smashed between her chest and thighs. She put her hands over her ears to drown out that song. That fucking song that was going to be the thing that finally caused the pain and anger and fear to bubble out of her chest.

She would never hold her baby again. She didn’t know if he was in the arms of the angels or if he was just gone.

The bubble in her chest burst then, and the tears came, the tears that the sedatives and the shock couldn’t contain.

The music stopped and the screaming was coming from her.

This post is inspired by a prompt from Write on Edge:

This week, we asked you to envision “making it big.” So big, in fact, that your great novel is being made into a movie – so, envision the song that would be playing during the pivotal scene of a movie based on your novel . . . once you have the song set, write that scene.

In 300 words.

Also, I’m using the prompts from Write on Edge to help me flesh out a novel idea that’s been knocking around in my head for a long, long time. So I’m totally open to suggestions and comments about the story and the writing. Thanks!


6 Responses to “Break”

  1. Carrie November 25, 2011 at 1:21 pm #

    I can see why this song would be used in a montage of pictures for a funeral. So sad that it is affecting the character that way. It’s not easy to lose a child.

    The statement: She didn’t know if he was in the arms of the angels or if he was just gone. is interesting. Makes me wonder if the baby actually died or went missing and is assumed dead?

  2. Alison at Mommy is a Power Ranger November 25, 2011 at 1:23 pm #

    This song fits beautifully and the post is heartwrenching. This song always makes me cry.

  3. DM November 25, 2011 at 1:36 pm #

    Grabbing tissues.

    The song and the story, both made me cry. her anguish…very well portrayed.

  4. idiosyncratic eye November 25, 2011 at 1:47 pm #

    Beautiful fit between the music and words, haunting and disturbing. You captured a lot of emotions in just a few words. Great writing. 🙂

  5. Sweaty November 25, 2011 at 3:42 pm #

    The emotions evoked by the combination of your writing and the song are powerful! Losing a child is devastating, and you’ve captured it very vividly here. The pain felt raw and that scream at the end really made a lasting impression.

  6. Author Mary J. McCoy-Dressel November 25, 2011 at 4:45 pm #

    Wow, I mean wow. So much feeling, so much pain. Oh, Goodness, excellent writing.

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