Stacey watched the wind-whipped trees from her kitchen window longing to share their obeisance. She ached to bend her will; to sway before her maker; to prove her worth.

Mother’s taunts replayed. “You were always a strong-willed tart. I despaired of you ever finding a mate and giving me grandchildren. You couldn’t even do that for your mother – after all I did for you.”

She shook her head clear of the memory. Mother had been gone these 6 years now. Yet Stacey could still feel her disapproval.

She watched the trees, envied them their freedom, and grieved with longing.

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written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: bend.

4 responses

  1. You’re back! And with a vengeance. 😉 Such a haunting piece.

  2. Debbie says:

    My heart aches for Stacey. You have portrayed her pain so vividly. Her mother is a bit Mommy Dearest.

  3. You had me at ‘tart’. 🙂

  4. Tara R.. says:

    Forget stones, words are lethal weapons. Powerful writing.

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