Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas

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No matter the weather, or what’s happening in the world–6SS brings us together.  Our host, Denise, serves up a wonderful prompt word each Sunday, and our imaginations flow out in magical streams.  So if you’ve never heard of 6-Sentence Stories, click the link above–meet Denise and the crowd of versatile talents–and then step up and write your own “6”, you’ll be gladly welcomed!  The word is SIGNAL.

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Perhaps the suicide attempt was a signal.

Or maybe she was just too tired, wanted out.

Amid dysfunctional people, attempts to communicate were futile.

It was exhausting to try to do nice things for them on ordinary days.

So she saved up money, and lovely gift ideas that might please at holidays–only to shiver in the heavy ice of their mute stares.

If it was meant as a ‘signal’ it failed miserably, and why should she be surprised; why would she think the large bottle of pills would succeed in sending her on to eternal escape…or damnation which would at least be familiar.

~ Hagar