Broken
Jack was tired of hearing from everyone how he should look on the bright side, how he should be thankful that even though he was broken, he was alive.
“Screw that shit,” he muttered as he rifled through one of the nearby mounds of semi-dirty laundry that popped up like boils around his apartment since the accident that left him with two broken legs and an even more broken ego. Gratitude was most assuredly not on the menu today, but a heaping plate of self-pity might be in order.
Broken was not a status that Jack understood or tolerated well; he relied heavily on his physical potency to power him through just about everything in life. Thrust now into a situation where mental toughness would be his primary resource, Jack could only dwell on the significant damage to his long-term plans and wallow in his own self-doubt, since he couldn’t even manage the simple task of finding a passably clean shirt, never mind anything that demanded significant physical capability.
Jack let out a long, frustrated yell as he pumped his arms hard on the wheels of his chair, sending himself hurtling down the hallway and crashing into the front door just in time to hear Andi’s calm voice on the other side say, “Jack, if you’re through with your tantrum now, why don’t we get started on your therapy session.”
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Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.
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That would be awful! Good job
Embarrassing for him, I’m sure.
He didn’t sign up for broken legs and having to have physical therapy. It’s not fun to take such detours.
Definitely not. And Jack doesn’t handle them very well at all.
You’ve managed to totally capture the character’s feelings of helplessness, frustration, disgust and self pity. How in the world do you come with such creative ideas?!
Thank you, Denise. That made my day!
This character is the protagonist in the novel I’m (slowly) working on. I’m pretty attached to him, know him well. So these bits of his story just keep coming out.
You completely got yourself into the mind of your character.. Brilliantly descriptive Lisa.
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Thanks, Keith.
Awesome writing Lisa. Your descriptions were so vivid and I immediately found myself understanding Jack’s demise. (I was also thinking that he might need my book. LOL) LOVED this. <3
He could TOTALLY use your book, Christine. LOL. Thanks for reading! xo <3