Have you read this short story before? There aren’t any flowers in it for January’s #BlogBattle, but I did enjoy writing this.
Don’t be afraid to forgive yourself. It’s really hard to move forward in life when we live in our pasts.
A hard flick to my hat brim detonated a
cloud of dust into the sweltering, stagnant air, and I hated how the subtle
imagery matched the powder keg of dread ready to bust my chest open. Selena
coughed and punched my hip. I cringed. No doubt she was glaring at me, too, but
I shrugged it off and stepped forward, jamming the Stetson back on my sweaty
“Go get ’em, tiger!” she said.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the
reluctant smile, even if it didn’t last long. Did I deserve a second chance?
Hell no, but Selena convinced me to give it a shot, and I wasn’t going to let
She kept insisting what happened wasn’t
my fault, but every time I looked at her, crippled and trapped in that godawful
wheelchair, I couldn’t shake the guilt. If only I could take back what happened
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