Fiction : Isolated

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Seventeen year old Melanie was tired of living in an isolated village, she pleaded with her mother to leave this lonely village to a larger community where she’d find girls her own age to hang out with.

Her mother wasn’t thrilled with this idea, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to survive with the amount of money she received from her ex-husband.

She wanted her daughter to be happy, she discussed the idea of moving with her close friend, her friend encouraged her to try.

They moved to a larger community close by, mom soon realized every thing cost more, she was running out of money, to get by she sold most of her things.

They were broke, in school Melanie could not make friends, the girls were too snobby, she was unhappy, Melanie and her mom soon understood their small   lonely village was far better, at least they had friends!

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https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/fiction-isolated/

 

 

DP Daily Prompt: Cut Off

When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?

It was a while ago, my mother went to the village to see her sister-in-law, although my eldest brother and his wife were there, I felt uncomfortable and lonely. My brother had just married, and he was one of those men who was always ready to scold us whenever his new bride complained against us.

During this time my aunt(Mom’s youngest sister) came for a visit with her children and uncle also came. Mom left us a servant who she thought would help us. I hate to say it he was dumber than dumb. All he would do whenever I asked him to do something he’d ¬†find a room and fall asleep. My aunt I’m not sure if she ever did any house work, she was a housewife lacking the skills of being one.

It was just me fourteen years old taking care of cooking, even gave a bath to her infant daughter, aunt would sit around and gab. those were the times I missed my mom and dad, I felt lonely I worked day in and day out but never heard a single “Thank You”. My mom was visiting her brother and his wife and dad died when I was twelve. I never had a soul to talk to. my younger siblings were scared of big brother so they kept out of sight.

Those were the kind of days I wished no one should face!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/02/24/dp-daily-prompt-cut-off/