7/12/15 WEWRIWA

Hi Gang, thanks a bunch for your constructive critique last week. I needed all the help possible to continue.

I just read The Beginning . . .Not The End, a trilogy I wrote last year. To my delight, these mature stories kept me occupied all day laced with humor and tenderness, as I spent the day with my precious granddaughter between swims, lunch and fun time.

On with When Double Becomes Single. The good doctor calls Sharon, waking her from sleep. Never a good sign when a call comes in at 1:30 a.m. and your loved one is in the hospital.


In a daze, Sharon dressed, headed downstairs, pushed the garage door button and wondered vaguely if there was enough gas in the tank. Soon she reached the highway, paid the toll and sped west to the hospital as ordered. She blinked over and over again. The trip from their home in the suburbs after midnight with a light snow falling reminded Sharon she’d forgotten her glasses. Where was the snow shovel and who would do the job of cleaning off the driveway and the long walkway? Too soon for her since hip surgery still had healing to go. A lot of mending happening in this thin body. Barry always called her his pocket wife, so small he could tuck her in his winter jacket. So dear, her Barry.

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45 thoughts on “7/12/15 WEWRIWA

  1. Aww, Charmaine. The bit about him calling her his pocket wife was my undoing. I’ve got the sniffles now. But then all I have to do is look at that sweet picture of you and your granddaughter and I’m all smiles again. πŸ™‚

  2. It absolutely makes sense for you to worry about her as you write, Charmaine! We may have a story all planned out but sometimes characters react differently from the plan. She may come through this with more scars than you expected. It’s that element of the unknown hidden in our characters that keeps us interested, writers and readers alike.

    Love this excerpt, BTW. But I always do!

    • I didn’t know what to do with her after her loss and the I kept thinking what did I do. One step and another to get through each day and the conflict with the bad son and his wife is scary for a widow who never drove at night or made decisions.

      Thanks for the confidence booster.

  3. Oh, that part about forgetting her glasses – and she’s driving in the snow, to the hospital…yep. I agree with everyone’s comments – those are the sorts of things that happen when you’re in crisis mode. Great Eight, Charmaine. Adorable photo with the GD – love the eye contact in that shot.

  4. Love your photo with “The Grandest” – adorable (both of you!). A very realistic snippet, exactly the kinds of muddled thoughts one has at a time like this. Having been widowed suddenly (many years ago), I do know. You’ve captured it…excellent excerpt.

  5. “So dear. Her Barry.” I think you did an incredible job of showing what goes through a person’s mind at a time like this–when they’re on the way to the hospital, unsure and terrified of what they’ll find. I’m hoping for good things for her.

  6. The fear of losing someone is always filled with the random thoughts of what will happen now, who will take care of me, how will I manage. I think it’s the way we all cope with losing someone we love. The pocket-wife comment is filled with emotion,

  7. Loved her inner thoughts as she heads to the hospital. So realistic to worry about other things in a crisis. It’s almost a protection mechanism so not to linger on the real worry that you have no control over. Well done.

  8. Must have been family outing time… I just am getting back to the online world. Looks like you had a ‘grand’ time too. After writing that snippet, you needed the reminder that there are happy things to live for, I bet. I often do when I write scenes that hit a bit too close to home.

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