Becca tries to ignore the living room as she passes through to the kitchen. The walls and carpets, devoid of furnishings and covered with the detritus left when furniture is removed, gape accusingly at her. You need to get with it, they say, Richard may be gone but you still need to put your life back together again, and vacuuming and a shower wouldn’t hurt either.
She grabs the half-pint of Moose Tracks left in the freezer and retreats back to her mattress, still on the floor, still just a messy nest without box spring or bed frame. She’ll get to furniture, she really will. Just the first couple episodes of Season 6 first.
This is a Six Sentence Stories vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe. The cue was “season.”
Fun Six Sentence Stories from other writers can be found here.
99 Monkeys 
Love it!! Great minds.
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What a vivid picture you’ve painted with your handful of words. Delightful
My 6SS – Life’s Seasons
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Nothing like binge watching Netflix and eating ice cream (I would have a half-gallon, not a half-pint) to cure the emotional pain life sometimes gives us. The description of the empty room reminds me of my daughter’s – she just moved out and the debris is heartbreaking as well as anger-inducing. I’m sure I’ll eat a bit of ice cream before I can move on.
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Grieving is part of the process. I remember those same feelings when my son left home.
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Everyone has been there at least once…never wanting to go back again
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definitely engaging and as zoe says, everyone has been there… nowadays, getting up from a mattress on the floor would be a bigger problem than the mattress being on the floor.
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Boy do I hear that! lol
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I know someone who lives just like this when life becomes too overwhelming… retreat to bed and a TV marathon. Eventually she always comes back out of the cave and returns to life, and I’m hoping that Jane Doe will too!
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Yep. Sometimes we just have to retreat to our caves and lick our wounds.
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