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August entry for Starting Stories contest |
| I was sure he would hate me for it, but I must go on. If I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t be able to face my own reflection in the mirror. I stepped over his body and dialed 911. “911, what is your emergency?” “I need an ambulance. My husband has attempted suicide; he just passed out on the floor after telling me he took pills.” “Is he still breathing?” “Yes, but I can’t wake him.” “An ambulance is on its way. You keep trying to rouse him.” “Of course.” I knelt next to him, placed my phone on the floor, and tapped it to speaker. “Damn it, Fred! Why!” I yelled, shaking him. I already knew. He had entered a deep depression when he was laid off at the quarry. They had promoted Barney to supervisor and eliminated Fred’s position. That was a blow to his ego. The fact that the cat managed to trick him on the regular was a blow to his ego. The fact that Dino had a higher IQ than he did was a blow to his ego. The last straw was when Pebbles had called him a neanderthal. I shook him hard, holding back tears. Didn’t it matter that I loved him more than anything? “Ma’am, what is your name? What is your husband’s name?” “My name is Wilma. My husband is Fred, Fred Flintstone.” “Wilma, I know you want to stay with your husband, but I need you to let the paramedics in. They just arrived.” 254 words ----- prompt ▼ |
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