I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. I want you to know that from the beginning, I want you to know that even though I’m trying to convince you that I’m not crazy, I am sitting with my ass in the sink, because if I lean back really far and crane my neck to the right I can see the end of the road from the kitchen window.
It’s raining today, a hard, cold rain. I would go walking like I normally do and look for her, it was my intention to go walking again, but going out there in this weather would be crazy and with my luck someone will surely see me wandering out into the storm.
From the sink, with much contortion on my part, I can see the spot where the road curves to the right, I can look on the exact spot where I last saw Hannah. I can imagine her walking toward me and not away.
The storm knocked the power out. I can’t distract myself with television or records. I can’t even take a shower because the power runs the pump. It’s just me and me in here. I could read a book, but reading just reminds me of her and I can never focus on the words. I just read the same sentences over and over again. So I write, in this stupid journal that my sister gave me.
I don’t even know what to say. What do people write in journals? There’s so much on my mind right now, I don’t even know where to begin.
I think my wife is dead. And I think she’s haunting me.
I wrote this piece for the Trifecta Writing Challenge – the word we used for the week was ‘intention.’ You should head over to the Trifecta link up to read some amazing writing!
This little snippet of writing here is going to end up as one of the Hannah Sketches by the end of the week, so if you are intrigued by this and enjoy reading short stories, come back here on Friday to see how this ends up!