Poor Gracie

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A look into little Gracie's future, and adult Gracie's past.

Submitted: April 22, 2011

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In forty years, when Gracie looks back on her childhood, the thing she'll remember most is the smell of alcohol. She'll recall the sour sting of a slap from her mother. Gracie will remember the naked absence of love.

She'll look back at her girlhood and she'll see the fights. Her fat mother bitching at her loser alcoholic father, her dad throwing chairs and tables and plates at her mom screaming, "Fuck you, bitch. Fuck you." Poor Gracie, she'll still see the vomit-green bruises on her arms from when Daddy lost control for the third time that week.

The trailer home her and Mommy moved into after her deadbeat dad left them. The sweet, cloying smell of cat urine on her thrift store clearance rack clothes. The time her fat mother came at her with a knife, drunk, and almost killed her. Gracie will remember all of this as the shameful tears will come coursing down her face, as they always do.

When her friends ask how her childhood was, she'll just smile, all teeth and radiant happiness. Sweet Gracie, she'll just smile and say:

"It was the best time of my life."

And a nagging voice in her head will whisper:

"Liar."


© Copyright 2020 Cole Atkinson. All rights reserved.

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