Category Archives: Short Stories

Making Hope

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

She lived a life that some would describe as being on edgeEspecially the past couple of years.

It had been over a year since she quite a job she was good at but did not enjoy to chase her dreams. A year of battling the instinct to give up the quest and settle. A year of picking herself back up from the depths of despair. Although she had the familiar familial support to take this chance, she constantly felt like money was short. Her mind never let her spend even what was hers to spend.

She remembered what her mentor wrote, that hope is a decision – the most important one we can make. As long as we have hope, nothing is impossible. She had made that decision a year ago and had refreshed it many times between then and now. As she called the company that had just emailed her, she made hope once again.

Written in response to: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/11/02/mondays-finish-the-story-nov-2nd-2015/

Restrained

What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. She leans on the red couch cushion as her husband and mother-in-law express trust in her impending success because she deserves it. Her mind however is stuck in the 8 months that just passed where she has accomplished too little. She isn’t sure anymore who the deceived party is – the world or her self. She might just have lost touch with the ground realities of her own life; and people – so many people.

Questions seem like accusations and her tribulations, a web she has woven herself into. It feels like only yesterday when the first white lie was uttered. She had to apologize in a diary note to no one then. Each day since, lies were easier than the truth.

(This story was inspired by Mondays Finish the Story. Each week bloggers are encouraged to write a story of 100-150 words based on a photo prompt and sentence starter)

Maya’s Tales | The baby is here!

Four year old Maya was thrilled. Her parents had told her that she would be getting a little brother or sister soon. She was hoping it was a sister to play house and dress-up with, but a brother would be ok too. As her mother’s tummy got bigger, she grew less patient. She was going to be the best elder sibling; the baby just was not coming soon enough. As the date the doctors had said came closer, her grandmother came home to take care of her mother. When he finally arrived and Maya saw him, it was love.