Must be 150 Words or less, Writing Prompt: Jar
You can vote for my entry here, no 24:
I deliberated upon the precise terminology, picking at the stubborn dirt beneath my fingernails. Sat, floating or suspended?
Today was our one year anniversary, not that he knew it. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that he’d forgotten, more that he just hadn’t logged it. It wasn’t that significant to him.
But it was to me. It had been to me.
She was my all. My everything. My little girl. But little was how she would stay, kicked, punched, beaten out of me, passed in the bathtub twelve weeks into term, exactly one year ago today.
My back sighed from the earlier digging, as I stretched and placed him high up at the back of the kitchen cupboard. A space that had been long reserved.
Grammatically I made a decision: he was sat in the jar.
Well, part of him.
Next to that little part of me.