Today’s writer’s group prompt led me to another piece of fictional writing. As in most Writer’s group sessions I only had 20 minutes to write. That being said, I didn’t get a chance to finish this piece. The reason I call it C Story, is that when I write pieces of fiction that I don’t finish and am not sure where to take or title them I assign them a letter. So C Story will be the third of my unfinished pieces of writing, that hopefully, one day, I will complete as a fully publishable story. When I free write like this I have a way of getting into the story, without actually knowing the ending or the way to get there. Once you read what I have written, I would love to hear from you readers any ideas or thoughts you have as to where you think this story should go. Thanks in advance. And now for your reading pleasure, I give you C Story:
“You never let me go anywhere on my own! Why can’t just this once be allowed to explore?”
“I care for you too much,” her father said, “I don’t want you to get lost or hurt.”
“Then why do you let my brother go out on his own? He’s younger than I am aren’t you afraid something will happen to him?”
“That’s different,” he replied, “he’s a boy. He’s been around and knows what to expect in this world. You are different. If your mother was here you might have been raised differently and become more worldly, but she’s not.”
“That’s not it. Your just being overprotective. Just because mom died when I was 5, you blame me and just don’t trust that I won’t make the same mistakes she did. You’ll never know if you don’t give me the chance.”
Her father thought about that for a while. It’s true that he in some way blamed his daughter for his wife’s death. The daughter was the focus of his wife’s life. And even after their son was born she mainly doted on the girl. Maybe he should allow her to explore. “Okay then,” he said, “you go out and explore but be careful. There are a lot of things out there that I can’t explain to you, you will just have to experience. I trust that you will make good choices.”
So she left. Their place in this new city was somewhat isolated, but with the help of a map and her wits she made it to the part of the city that was active with people and places to see. She had brought some money to spend, some extra supplies including changes of clothes, a pocket knife, 2 forms of ID, and a notebook to keep track of her travels. She had agreed to be back by the end of the day, little knowing what adventure awaited her as she explored her new surroundings.
Had she known that, she would never have left at all.
