This is my final entry for Voice Week over at BeKindReWrite.
It has been a five-day writing challenge and you can check it out here: Voice Week HQ
I can recommend reading the work of other participants. There are plenty of fantastic writings and writers.
I really need to thank Stephanie once again for hosting this marvelous idea of hers. She has been tireless in sharing the links of the other writers throughout the week and has led the charge in enthusiasm.
I also want to thank everyone who read and commented on the voices I wrote during the challenge. I know a couple of them have been tough to stomach. Still, you have been inspirational and have also given me an incredible amount of insight into my own writing. Thank you.
At last, we have…
AN ALCOHOLIC MOTHER
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve heard voices.
They were always saying, ‘do this, do that, be more of this and less of that’. I couldn’t stand them, so I drank to get rid of them.
My lover came into my life one blustery day and left in a car wreck on a warm midsummer evening nineteen months later. His became the only voice I’d hear – such sweet honey. At the time, I’d been married for five years.
My husband hadn’t noticed I’d quit drinking. He wanted the divorce too badly. And I was only too happy to let him have it. It went through two days before that fucking car crash.
I’m ready to quit drinking now. The honey voice is finally silent after these long years.