Last week, I started the story of Vivian with Fictional Fridays #1 and felt compelled to continue. I’ve taken up the challenge yet again with the next prompt – Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes Prompt Challenge #9.
Melancholy Through a Looking Glass – Part 2
Her bottled up tears evaporated surprisingly fast. A feeling of numbness replaced the bitterness in her heart. She turned away from the tree and slowly began making her way back home, barely aware of her actions. She seemed suspended in a kind of trance and her eyes had glazed over. Her mind tried to wrest back the control it had lost for the second time that day.
There was hardly anyone about on the streets and many shops were still shut, even on the main roads of Sadadeen. She didn’t see any faces she could recognise and was secretly grateful – she was in no mood for polite conversation. The reflection of her orange t-shirt caught her attention as she passed by a polished glass door. She halted to check the state of her eyes. They had a hollow, empty look, but she was relieved to find that they showed no indication that she had been crying. She rubbed them, hoping they would focus and they did – on a flyer that seemed out of place on the window of a hair salon. It simply read:
Ticks and tocks of essential time, sink the spirits lower than wine.
Her brain scrambled to find a meaning, but being only fourteen, she had little experience in wine or time. The only part she could identify with was the sinking of spirits. Despair fought to claw its way back and incapacitate her, but she wasn’t going to let it get to her one more time. The image of her mother’s face contorted with worry came rushing to her and her limbs gained a new strength. She had passed by the pharmacist’s in her haze and she had to double back.
Upon reaching home, the door was opened by her anxious mother, whose expression immediately changed to relief. She asked what had taken Vivian so long, trying to sound casual. “I ran into Tina,” she lied easily. “Can I go lie down, Ma?” She was force-fed her breakfast before being allowed to retire to her room. Leslie and Abigail had been assigned tasks around the house by her perceptive mother.
Vivian stretched out on her bed and heaved a deep sigh. Her sorrow had not been erased; it had only withdrawn its hold over her momentarily. She dreaded its reappearance, but at least she had figured out a way to cope. She would remember her family when she needed strength to get through the melancholic days. She was still special to them, even if they hardly expressed it. She could catch glimpses of it in their actions and that was enough for now.
I finished well within the suggested word limit, and the slightly hopeful ending is precisely what I had been aiming for. I hope you enjoyed it too. What did you make of it? Did you like the ending? Do you want to explore Vivian’s world even more? Let me know in the comments section below.
It seems to me as though Vivian is depressed, though I could be completely wrong. I have a family such as hers except add one more sister. Though I’m sure her family does care for her, I hope she is able to stand up from her sorrow and place distance between them both.
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Quite the opposite. You’re completely right. The support of her family is the key factor that will pull her out of her misery. Learning to cope with such feelings is the theme of the story, though I’m not sure how well I’ve conveyed that.
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Oooh, I was drawn in. I want to know what’s causing the sorrow!
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This is interesting, and I have to say my inclination was to think she was depressed too. I’d be interested to know more…
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I’ll try my best to continue. Yes, she is sad. She feels alienated from her peers. The first part gives a glimpse that.
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Brilliant! Keep going!
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I wonder why Vivian is feeling so sad. Fourteen, early teen years, is such a tender time. Hormones washing our brains repeatedly and making us wild tends to make them too emotional. Not a good time to make rational decisions. I think I’ll go back and read the first story.
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Yes, the teeanage is a difficult time. I thought the story could talk about handling that period with grace. Let’s see how it goes.
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I like the tone of the story. Dreary and depressed and lost. At the end, there is slight raising of spirit, so I would hope it will grow as she continues to discover herself. Great job!
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Thank you! 🙂 That’s what I was aiming for as I like to leave readers with a promise of better times to come.
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Perfect!
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