Kate's Way
Here is an excerpt from my book Kate's Way. Few fortunate individuals do not know the devastation of a heartache. For those who do, I'm sure this scene will become alive. Kate's Way is a story of one woman's journey to wholeness. It is a testament to everyone that life can begin anew at any point. Kate's Way is now an ebook on Amazon. Enjoy this small part of Kate's journey. If you choose to read the complete story in paperback, order it at www.createspace.com/3498926
I stuffed everything into the back of my car. Surprisingly it all fit; not a pretty picture, but I wasn’t concerned about pretty. My car was a story of heartache, why not look like it? I started to back down the driveway when Richard’s car appeared. A woman in the front seat with blond hair pulled tightly back in a pony tail, mascara smeared in the corner of one eye, bent her head as I looked into the car. I wanted to look her in the eyes, let her see the woman whose marriage she broke to pieces. In her mind I was the other woman, and I had an unnerving desire for her to know me, know what she did to me, make her suffer too. I wanted to sear her eyes with my glare. She didn’t look like Richard’s type. She looked like a mix between a bull dog and a pit bull. Richard casually waved as if I wasn’t staring into the reason he broke up our marriage. There was no embarrassment on his face, as if he wasn’t driving up to our home with another lover, as if I weren’t on my way out, no good-bye, no apology, nothing. I held up the bottle of wine. No smile, no laughter, no tears, no comments then put the car in reverse. Maybe I should have hesitated just long enough to stare into his eyes, eyes that were cold, hard, joyously narcissistic, reeking with the message look at me, as if he had won a prize. Only a sociopath could hold such arrogance. Maybe I should have held up the bottle, kissed it, threw back my head with a fling of my hair - look, free again! When someone tries to suck you down low, and you go there of your own free will, you always hate yourself in the morning. It’s difficult to know just how to act in moments that last shorter than a twitch but whose effects last forever. You never get those moments back to do it again. There are no retakes or edits. Best to keep it simple, stay honorable, and run, fast. I backed down the driveway, drove away, didn’t look back.
I hope you enjoyed this moment, the one that set Katie Abrams on her road to a new life.
Until next time,
I stuffed everything into the back of my car. Surprisingly it all fit; not a pretty picture, but I wasn’t concerned about pretty. My car was a story of heartache, why not look like it? I started to back down the driveway when Richard’s car appeared. A woman in the front seat with blond hair pulled tightly back in a pony tail, mascara smeared in the corner of one eye, bent her head as I looked into the car. I wanted to look her in the eyes, let her see the woman whose marriage she broke to pieces. In her mind I was the other woman, and I had an unnerving desire for her to know me, know what she did to me, make her suffer too. I wanted to sear her eyes with my glare. She didn’t look like Richard’s type. She looked like a mix between a bull dog and a pit bull. Richard casually waved as if I wasn’t staring into the reason he broke up our marriage. There was no embarrassment on his face, as if he wasn’t driving up to our home with another lover, as if I weren’t on my way out, no good-bye, no apology, nothing. I held up the bottle of wine. No smile, no laughter, no tears, no comments then put the car in reverse. Maybe I should have hesitated just long enough to stare into his eyes, eyes that were cold, hard, joyously narcissistic, reeking with the message look at me, as if he had won a prize. Only a sociopath could hold such arrogance. Maybe I should have held up the bottle, kissed it, threw back my head with a fling of my hair - look, free again! When someone tries to suck you down low, and you go there of your own free will, you always hate yourself in the morning. It’s difficult to know just how to act in moments that last shorter than a twitch but whose effects last forever. You never get those moments back to do it again. There are no retakes or edits. Best to keep it simple, stay honorable, and run, fast. I backed down the driveway, drove away, didn’t look back.
I hope you enjoyed this moment, the one that set Katie Abrams on her road to a new life.
Until next time,
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