Sue Icide

[deanna dickinson mccall]

The gun lay where it always lay, next to the bed, silent and waiting. Sue covered her face with her hands, chest heaving with emotion, trying to decide whether to ignore the damn thing. Life wasn‘t worth living anymore, all she did was work and work some more, being busy kept all the losses in her life tucked away.

Yesterday her daughter called telling her excitedly about the dinner planned for her birthday, the birthday she shared with Sue, wanting to know if Sue wanted to baby sit when she got off work. Sue’s husband was out, as he was every night, drinking with his new buddies, or anybody else he could find.

Sue closed her eyes and dreamed of the day when she’d really pick the gun up and be free.

[Jeanette Cheezum]

This reminds me of living with my first husband. Good write. Oh, and the title "Priceless."

[Stephen Torelli]

Hopefully, Sue will overcome her sensitive nature. Sometimes it's simpler than imagined.

[Sissy Anderson]

Yikes.

[Bonnie]

Sounds like Sue should pack and move on down the road.