‘https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/author/talesfromthemindofkristian/ have given our word prompt today FEELINGS.
How are you feeling?’ Richard asked.
She wasn’t fine, but it seemed like the only thing she could say in that moment. If she revealed her anger mixed with a sorrow she couldn’t handle, her words wouldn’t stop there.
‘Are you sure you are okay to come back to work?’
‘Of course, I can’t sit at home any longer, and I’ve a job to do.’
He doesn’t understand my lack of emotion, but it is the only way I can survive. If I say it out loud, that my husband is dead, then it will be real. I don’t want it to be real, I want it to be a dream, where I will wake up and he will be in the groove next to mine.
‘What does your doctor say?’ Richard’s tone softens.
It only makes me more determined to get back to the job. A familiar place where I feel safe. The only thing that actually makes sense is doing a job I have been in since I was sixteen.
‘He says I’m okay to go back to work, I know what I’m doing Richard, and besides if we leave it any longer all our work is for nothing.’
I leave out his death is for nothing because even in my own mind, conspiracy theories don’t work.