I'm Tupper-worn out, y'all.
So, I'm going to do something a little different. A couple of weeks ago, Angie at All Adither mentioned something about Flash Fiction Friday. I'm not sure if she's created her button for it yet, but I was intrigued by the idea and wanted to try it.
I'm not sure if what I've written here counts as Flash Fiction, because honestly I'm not 100% sure what that means, but the thought of putting it here is giving me hot flashes, so that's got to count for something, right? (How do you fiction writers do it?)
And awayyyy we go......breathe....breathe....where are those paper bags when you need them?
When the alarm clock went off at , Becca leaned over quickly and switched it off. She was always quick to silence it so it wouldn’t wake the baby. No snooze button for her. She’d gotten quite good at lying there for a few minutes without falling back asleep. Sort of her own inner snooze button. She reached over and grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand. She knew she shouldn’t. I mean good Lord everybody had been after her to quit since even before the baby was born. And she was going to. Just not today. If she was going to be at her best today, then today was not the day to quit smoking. Tomorrow. Like Scarlett always said, tomorrow is another day.
Well, there was no time to lay around pretending to be Scarlett O’Hara. She had to get going. She wanted to get up and eat some breakfast in peace, hopefully, and then get a shower before she woke the baby up for the day. Sometimes she’d be about half way through her bowl of cereal when she’d hear the first stirrings from the room at the end of the hall. Usually a rustling, followed by a small cry. Sometimes she’d ignore it and Lucas would go back to sleep. Sometimes he’d have himself worked up to a full blown scream before she could get to his room and pick him up. But it was shocking how irritated she was that she couldn’t even finish a bowl of cereal in peace. The irritation was quickly followed by guilt because surely Lucas was hungry too.