Good day people! I am a rather new writer to this community, I probably don't got too much potential but hey, why not give it a shot?
The moral of the story - People have it worse then you. Smile and be happy that your life isn't as bad as some others.
Orange Balloons
An aging, blonde woman sat down on a bench in a desolate park. The park bench was still a bit damp from the rain that had fallen many days ago. She had five orange balloons tied to her wrist like she just left some kind of birthday party.
Rita thought back to the happier times.
The times of chaos, the times of joy, the times of running, the times of chasing. She could almost hear the destructive embers of it all crashing down in front of her eyes within one quick moment.
Rita thought back to the sadder times.
The time she left it to her kids to resolve their own problems, dinner times, putting them to bed when they were young, Auditory hallucinations haunted Rita as she thought back on those memories as she sat on the park bench with her head in her hands.
Rita thought back on the best time.
When she and her eleven kids went on a vacation. Everything that could go wrong went wrong and then some, but they all made it there alive. They even got a penthouse suite. Despite the memories seeming happy, Rita didn't want to remember anything else. She just wanted to crawl into a knot and stay there forever, letting the world rain around her so she could just watch it for all eternity, hoping and missing everything she lost in two fateful hours.
Snow started to fall on the ground, but Rita had no jacket on. She didn't care how cold she got. Nothing could beat the blizzard pounding through her heart on what she let happen to her family. If she could even call the ten of them it anymore.
Rita's grieving was interrupted when she saw an angelic figure standing in front of her.
"Come on Mom, it's time to go. Isn't dinner in the oven?" Lincoln asked his mother, who couldn't believe her eyes.
"Lincoln? Is that really you?" Rita asked, seeing her son nod in front of her.
"Well, alright, lets go home then." Rita said, as Lincoln grabbed her by the hand and rushed her into the street. The rest went all black.
Rita had been hit by a spare car that was driving by. A teenager sitting on a nearby grave rushed over to the mangled woman to help.
The grave he was sitting on read "Lincoln M. Loud"
Short? Yes. I wanted to make a tragedy only involving two characters. Rita, and a teenager who rushed to help, and I wanted to do it in under 500 words. Tell me what you think. Should I write a full story sometime?
