Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors bloghop and this week's eight to ten sentence snippet from a published, pre-published, or work-in-progress (or WIP). We are making our way through the first chapter of my forthcoming memoir, Missi Wanderin' in the Woods.
Last week, Charlie confessed that he'd been tossed out of the Army shrink's office for being honest and telling the psychiatrist exactly what he was thinking . . . scroll down and check out the last couple of entries for that little gem . . . and what earned him an MP escort out of that office, along with an invitation NOT to return. Let's see what happens next.
He chuckled again as my grim expression transformed to a half-smile. Without meaning to, I let go a little laugh, followed by a bigger one. Before either one of us could make sense of the sudden onslaught of jocularity, it was there, just as real as either of us and filling the car with much needed comic relief. Tears streamed down our faces as we gasped for breath before becoming tickled all over again at our cacophony of funny whoopings and whistlings and snorts.
Last week, Charlie confessed that he'd been tossed out of the Army shrink's office for being honest and telling the psychiatrist exactly what he was thinking . . . scroll down and check out the last couple of entries for that little gem . . . and what earned him an MP escort out of that office, along with an invitation NOT to return. Let's see what happens next.
He chuckled again as my grim expression transformed to a half-smile. Without meaning to, I let go a little laugh, followed by a bigger one. Before either one of us could make sense of the sudden onslaught of jocularity, it was there, just as real as either of us and filling the car with much needed comic relief. Tears streamed down our faces as we gasped for breath before becoming tickled all over again at our cacophony of funny whoopings and whistlings and snorts.
As our laughing jag faded away, Charlie
started our car – a pink and purple Volkswagen Golf, Pink Floyd Edition – as
the stark reality of our situation settled over me like a cloud of buzzards
over a rotting carcass. Here I was in Italy, pregnant, so far from home, and
with my two precious babies to protect. I had a husband, fresh from combat and
already exhibiting irrational, self-medicating behavior, who had just managed
to get himself blacklisted from the only psychiatrist within reasonable driving
distance. Just. By. Being. Honest.
Thank you for stopping by for this week's snippet of military madness. To get back to the other WeWriWa bloghop participants, follow this link. Thanks for stopping by and be sure to pop over to my Amish blog, Sara's Amish Dreams, for a cover reveal!
Thank you for stopping by for this week's snippet of military madness. To get back to the other WeWriWa bloghop participants, follow this link. Thanks for stopping by and be sure to pop over to my Amish blog, Sara's Amish Dreams, for a cover reveal!
Ah, the wonder of your writing, Sara. Your description of laughter is remarkable and then the dawning of what to do. She's on the horns of dilemma. Just wonderful, Sara.
ReplyDeleteThank you Charmaine!
DeletePowerful piece showing how we sometimes have to release the pain in any form we can. Laughter... hopefully will be the best medicine here too.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right, Eden. Laughing at inappropriate times, sometimes to keep from crying it seems.
DeleteTouchingly warm and sensitive. You can feel the tension of their mood break. Very nice. Love the VW!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Nancy!
DeleteThank God for comic relief!
ReplyDeleteYes, Elizabeth! Comic relief is GOOD! <3
DeleteYes, Elizabeth! Comic relief is GOOD! <3
DeleteAt least they can still laugh together and I agree it as a wonderful moment, breaking the tension so she could think more clearly afterward. I want good things for these people but I'm sure the road ahead is going to be difficult, yes? Since it's a true story? Hugs!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, Veronica, this is just like the breeze before the storm . . . hugs <3
DeleteI suspect the future will not entail much laughter. She's got a big problem on her hands.
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