Torn
Never underestimate your rivals.
Anne stood in the hallway, broom and dustpan in hand, staring guiltily at her open
laptop. Bold and in large font, the title...Isabella’s Bouquet, beckoned her. Notebook and iPad ready for further research.
Find me a map of Glasgow circa 1881. What clothing did women wear in the late
1800’s? Find me City Poorhouse Parliamentary Road.
Should I stay or should I go...the lyrics of The Clash swam in her head.
I’m sorry Isabella. I’ll be back. As much as I hate leaving, my home needs a gentle
touch.
You’re easily swayed. What about my story? What about your grandfather’s story.
How long must we wait.
Anne vacillated between housework and her great-great grandmother’s story.
I know...I’m so close. You’ve waited almost ten years. Time to finish.
Banishing her rivals to the broom closet, Anne took her seat at the laptop and began
again.
Virginia has been writing short stories since her high school days. She began writing Fl;ash Fiction in 2014 and has self-published three volumes of her stories. One day she hopes to complete her first Novella.
This story was shortlisted in the October 24 Monthly Micro Competition.