“With Regret”

“With Regret”

I call her.

We fight as I try to pay for the groceries. I have to balance the phone in one hand, and my credit card in the other. I smile at the cashier apologetically as she screams through the cell.

“You’re never around anymore!” she accuses me.

As usual, I don’t know what to say. I just finished a ten-hour shift, and I’m tired. My eyes are sunken from lack of sleep, and I can’t remember the last time I sat down to relax.

“I’m sorry,” is all I can think to say.

“Sorry doesn’t help. I want to see you, now,” she says, her voice hissing in my ear.

I miss her, but it’s just after six and I need to get home.

“I can’t right now. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Don’t bother,” she says, her voice exasperated as she ends the phone call.

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So happy and proud to have this fiction piece published! I wrote it a few years ago, in response to losing a real-life loved one from suicide. The story is fictionalized, but it was my attempt to rationalize the lack of answers. While I do not have answers to this day, the piece does bring me some comfort.

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