The door, closed, Sofie could hear Meta resuming the piano, another ragtime piece, people clapping. Pacing the room a few times, she downed a glass of whiskey, the whiskey she had taken from the shining closet when no one was looking. Her mind was foggy. Thoughts separated themselves into tiny bubbles on the murky, poisoned pond of what she assumed was her mind. Sofie lay on her bed and stared at the clock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock, the pendulum pacing like her mother had so long ago across their small family room.
Sofie, what are you doing! Her mother’s voice.
Sofie, what a stupid mistake you’ve made. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Do you think money is easy to come by? Do you, Sofie? Sometimes you have to make hard choices just to survive. I told you not to sing, and look, you’ve gone and made a fool of yourself! A fool!
Sofie looked down at the shattered clock on the floor before her. She vaguely remembered throwing it there.
Excerpt from Naked, She Lies, by C. Dennis-Willingham
Foggy– Daily word prompt
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