ONE YEAR PREVIOUSLY -- NEW YORK CITY
WONG FAMILY MANOR PENTHOUSE
It all went neatly into the toilet her morning sickness. No, Ellie realized with a pang, this was just normal vomit now. There was sticky black residue around her legs as her miscarriage was splattered across the floor like a true crime scene. Her body was streaked with what had been life and her own tears. It was all her fault that this had happened.
Her sobbing continued as the salt-crusted on her face was from the full four hours that she had been holed inside Henry's bathroom. She knew people outside were incredibly concerned with why she had been inside so long. But she couldn't let the outside world know of this tragic mistake of hers.
writing is usually my winding down activity, with quarantine, it feels very heavy to do along with a hospital job. I live in us as well and there is a lot of unrest here. a lot of riots, looting . . . it's been getting a lot less safe and writing is not as fun when I feel angry a lot. I hope it's going to be better soon. I haven't been forcing myself to write as I have been sleeping a lot for stress. the mask situation is SO bad here. we're reusing the same mask for 20 days at a time. my friends are getting sick. it's rough and I know everyone is tired of hearing about it. I apologize. I also have a new short on amazon kindle called a Tail to Hook if you checked it out and left a review that would be awesome. it's free with kindle unlimited and should be free May 31st. I can do it another free day if some of you guys missed it.