Challenge
February Drabble Challenge: "Love and Hate"
Well, it's Valentine's Day time, so let's get cliche. Write me a prose story in exactly 100 words tying into the theme of love or hate or Valentine's Day. Any genre, but horror has a special place in my heart. Winner gets a pair of George Washingtons, baby. Wanna win? Stick to prose using standard rules of grammar, spelling, and punctuation. I'll choose the winner in early March.
I Hate, I Hate How Much I Love You
Dirt.
The dirt under my shoes. Such a ruddy, ugly color.
Filthy and heavy upon the skin.
She was-- is-- the dirt under my shoes. She is and always will be, because she's not.
She's not dead. She can't be, she won't be dead.
Mother's buzzing about the bags under my eyes.
But she can't get it. She can't see, stupid, stupid woman.
The funny thing about the dirt. The dirt is the only thing that keeps one on the ground, walking and living.
The dirt, the Earth is home.
Demons slither out from the shadows.
Your ghost hovers. Stationary.