A Dry Heat (A Six Sentence Story)

imagesT7XCTFU9Chele hated living in the Southwest; the temperature had been in triple digits every day for the past five weeks, and it was beginning to get to her.  She swore if one more person said that it wasn’t so bad because at least it was a dry heat she was going to strangle them. Dry heat, yes… like sticking your head in an oven. How she missed the trees, lakes, and green rolling hills of her childhood in the Midwest, and while she had to admit that there was a kind of stark beauty to be found where she lived now, it would never really feel like home.

Money was in short supply for Chele after the divorce, making it impossible for her to relocate; and Zane, the one who had brought her out here, and the only thing that had made her life good, was gone.

One day they found her drowned in the deep end of her swimming pool with a strangely peaceful smile on her face and a handwritten note on the poolside table that said “Please take me home”.

I’m joining Zoe at “Uncharted” for
The cue this week is “dry“.

Author: Josie Two Shoes

I've been blogging off and on since August of 2006. I adopted the pen name Josie Two Shoes in 2007 as I began a new chapter of my life standing on my own two feet. Now I'm married to the man of my dreams; we live in dusty West Texas with a house full of furkids. I am an Aquarian by birth, and although I am past sixty and slightly frayed around the edges, my fascination with this thing called life continues. Faith, family, and friends are important to me; so are honesty, trust, tolerance, compassion and kindness. I'm pretty up front about most things, so if you want to know something more about me, just ask! :-) You can also reach me by email and find me at my Facebook page.

19 thoughts on “A Dry Heat (A Six Sentence Story)”

  1. Your story gave me shivers. I’ve lived in the dry heat of Colorado and the humid heat of the East Coast. But I suspect weather is an acceptable thing to complain about. It helps avoid her real issue of being lonely and stuck and missing her home. A pool always helps, no matter what kind of heat you’re in, except, of course, emotional heat. Even then, if you’re a mermaid. . . . .

    1. You’ve made a good point, Val. There are deeper issues bothering Chele than the heat. She probably tolerated it a lot better when she was happily married. While the pool could have been a relaxing cooling-off place for her, she chose to use it for much sadder purposes. If only people who felt so desperate and defeated would reach out. There had to be better solution than this one. A mermaid… that would be fun! 🙂

  2. OK. So I was came by early this morning and read your 6. I simply didn’t have the words! It is such a tragic and awful story and well written. I just didn’t know what to say, what to write. It made me sad. It made me think of so many people who take their lives and leave their loved ones wondering why? What drove them to do the undoable? Everyone has their tolerance level of pain and despair. Somehow, I want to believe that every person who feels there is no other option has an outlet, a shoulder, an ear, that perhaps by sharing the pain, there might be the opportunity for a sliver of light to slice through that person’s darkness.

    On a lighter note – love your new digs 🙂

    1. It is a sad story. If it didn’t make the reader sad I would wonder why. The even sadder reality is how often this happens. Three suicides and one murder involving friends of friends in this month alone, all too young. It breaks my heart. 😢

  3. Wow! Suicide is so prevalent now. For one to feel there is no way around a situation is so sad. As a society, we need to do a better job of seeing and feeling the needs of those around us and seeking ways to help them recognize the possibilities for changing their situations.
    Great SSS and topic.

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