About the Author: Abigail is 28 years old and currently living in the Highlands of Scotland. She’s been published in Pulchritude Press, Platform for Prose and Whim online magazine. Her hobbies include fishing, napping, and drinking very good wine. You can find her on Instagram under the name @bewriting.
One year after it happened, we all travelled back to Scotland. An eight-hour journey, accomplished in almost complete silence. We each had too many thoughts we couldn’t share and some we didn’t want to admit, even to ourselves.
Luke, my boyfriend, stretched beside me. He hadn’t known Mum, he was just here for support. Dad was driving. He hadn’t been the same since. But it’s my brother, Carl, who’d taken it hardest. He’d not been able to get over the fact that their last words to each other were angry ones. We’d all argued with her that day, though. And the day before. I guess it had become a habit, especially between her and Dad. I would always remember the end of their last one …
“I’m tired of being treated like I’m of no importance. I’m not your servant, I’m your wife!”
“And don’t I know it. Nag, nag, nag …”
“I wouldn’t nag if you showed some appreciation.”
“Maybe I would show some appreciation if you didn’t nag.”
And then the capitulation and the fatal words … “Whatever. I’m going for a walk.”
Mum never came back from that walk.
“We’re here.”
I enjoyed the short story by Abigail Shepherd. It caught my attention right away, set the scene very well (place, atmosphere, people), had no wasted words, and had a twist ending. I like that it was "a clean read," and that it made the reader think about relationships and taking people for granted...while being suspensefully entertained. Thanks!