Conceivably Broken Imago
There was burgundy blood rapidly pooling around the still female body prone upon the floor. Cadence knew that there were people screaming and rushing forward to help but she couldn’t actually hear any of it. She was immobilized by shock over the fact that her mother had just stabbed her life long friend - repeatedly. And quite possibly to death. There was a suffocating miasma as Cadence finally tore her disbelieving gaze from the victim to oscitate at her own flesh and blood. She gave a hysterical, frightened and wholly inappropriate laugh over the thought of flesh and blood considering that’s what was all over the floor.
Cadence looked into the green eyes that she knew were the mirror image of her own and asked, “Why Mama?”
“Oh dear, I’ve listened to her self absorbed prattle for two decades. I decided that I simply would not tolerate one more minute.”
Sinking to her knees, the daughter moaned in agony over the fact that her beloved mother had committed a crime over bottled up annoyance.
In a seemingly blasé moment of synchronicity - the television screen faded to black and the one hour, weekly drama went on a four month lacuna.
As you've probably figured out - the above is my second challenge for Rachael Harrie's wonderful Platform Building Campaign. I just have to take a moment and admit something: OH MY GOD, THAT WAS HARD! Now that I have that out of my system I'll add that it was also fun. And educational. I had to look up the meanings for lacuna and imago. Now that I'm done, I'm going to link this post up, sleep and start reading others' entries tomorrow. Have a great weekend everyone!
Adding: This was another 200 word or less challenge and I'm proud to say that the above is exactly 200 words.