Zoe’s Secrets and Lies

Note: This is a preview of what I am writing as my first short story for Amazon Kindle. I would love for comments. Please follow it helps all writers.

Chapter One

” I am inhibited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love”-
Sylvia Plath from her poem Em, in the book Ariel

March 1983

Zoe couldn’t move. Her body was stuck between a toilet and bathtub. Her hair was filled with cat litter and shit. She tasted blood, and felt the trickling of it from her head and mouth. Zoe couldn’t see her out of her right eye, it was nearly closed and when she touched it Zoe knew it was beyond swollen. Her brain was clearly telling her body that pain was coming out from every orifice.

Zoe knew this was more than just a fall. It not only dazed her for a moment, but caused her to become disoriented. Unable to move, tears and blood were streaming down her face.

She tried manipulating her body as best as she could from around the toilet. She felt as if she had lost her mind? Zoe looked up and saw a towel rack, then a towel that looked like her towel? With her one good eye she looked around more before trying to get up; she saw kittens huddled with their Mom, “These are my kittens!” Zoe saw the wallpaper she had hung last year, her makeup and perfume was on the counter. This time she was crying out loud.

The minutes went by before Zoe was finally able to get on her knees. With every move the pain grew more intense, but she had to find out the truth and why this had happened to her, and in her home. Zoe still couldn’t remember, or did she? Zoe hid a lot of nasty secrets to make her life seem ideal, but that wasn’t even entering her mind right now, just surviving and crawling to her bedroom was on her mind.

Still on her knees, Zoe put her hand on the towel rack and pulled her body from the floor to the toilet, her breathing seemed labored. Then her mind clicked; her memory slowly became engaged into the present, she started weeping and shaking. “I remember, goddamn it!”! she screamed. As the weeping continued she felt a sharp pain; gasping Zoe placed her hand on her belly. Hysterical, Zoe now had to have the energy to get off the toilet. Slowly she got to her feet to walk out of her bathroom. As Zoe walked toward the door she looked to her right then left; instantly from the corner of her eye, a steel stool ripped into her left side, it continued to pound her already wounded body, throwing her body on to the hard tile floor…”Oh dear God!!! God save my baby…”


2 thoughts on “Zoe’s Secrets and Lies

  1. Hi Donna! Nice meeting you on Twitter! I just wanted to say I loved this piece. It’s gripping, raw, and beautiful all at the same time. You’re a talented writer and I look forward to reading more!


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