I remember...

Photo by Gokhan Okur.

I remember joy, peace, love, hope, fulfillment, who doesn't? I mean, we all have it? Or once tasted those things. So why do I feel so unjoyous, unpeaceful, unloved, unhopeful, unfulfilled? Is this what life is for? Is this living?


Annabel scratched her head, looked slyly to the right side of her desk and caught Patrick winking at her. 3rd period for a 10th grader quite possible is the worst period of them all. And how she hated Patrick. Why couldn't he just leave her the hell alone? Always smiling, always happy, always joyful, always...those things she was not and never thought she could be. How could she? Too much had happened.


Writing except created by Melody L. Copenny 3/5/11 during a writer's workshop at Synergy2011. Given five minutes to write something that begins with the statement, "I remember..." This is what I created. I would like to develop it into a short story that will tell a story and give a voice - to Annabel, to Patrick and to others not yet created. More to come.