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No Second Thoughts

Updated on December 29, 2017
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Robertatalloni means creativity. Whether in writing or in more typical art forms artistry (and a bit of fun) must be part of the work.

Motivation for a short story can take us unexpected places, like a clematis vine clambering upward, reaching out to the sun in any direction that offers a grip.
Motivation for a short story can take us unexpected places, like a clematis vine clambering upward, reaching out to the sun in any direction that offers a grip. | Source

A Short Story Starter

When searching the web one thing leads to another and you know how it goes, pretty soon you’ve found something more interesting than the thing you were originally looking up. That’s how I found a short story contest stipulating that the story be able to be read within 3 minutes.

It was intriguing because writing short stories is a fun diversion from life's routines. The topic for this one grabbed my attention because the challenge was to write a story in which a character finds something that they have no intention of returning.

After writing the bones of this story I took a closer look at the contest announcement. Bother. I was not interested in entering it after all. The awards were not my cup of tea, though it had been neat to read about what they were looking for, to think about how to begin a story from the prompt, and to try to surprise myself with the ending.

Motivated by the fact that their submission date was on Mother’s Day I chose to work motherhood into the story. By deciding to post it at HubPages I freed myself to widen it a little beyond the contest's word count. If you read fast you just might get through it in 3 minutes anyway!

Be warned, however. While love and sacrifice are major concepts behind the holiday this is not the usual kind of butterflies and roses Mother’s Day story we typically like to read. Deciding Factors is being posted the day after the holiday for that reason.

Deciding Factors

Letting it go was out of the question though letting it safely slip from her hand back into the flowering vine where she found it and make herself walk away was possible. With her other hand Violet casually brushed back straying wisps of her hair and determined to find a way to use it.

To keep hope from showing in her eyes she kept her steps even, her body language calm. Focusing on the contrast of the colorful flowers in the vine with her gray circumstances, she thought of the fact that the only way to protect herself from the find was to remain unequivocally unmoved by it.

The risk was huge. Being discovered with a Reserved Assistance Bundle would result in stark privation, but nothing in her was going to let her throw the invaluable vouchers away. As bleak as things were, she had come this far. She was still alive with a clear mind.

Avoiding all but the right person could be tricky. Desperation had become everyone’s companion for no one had enough. Despite promising more provisions every month, authorities only supplied enough to avoid outright rioting.

Too many had nothing to eat most of the time. Only recently had she come so near that place, but now, better prospects were secreted in her shabby coat cuff’s hidden pocket. She had to think straight and she couldn’t let her guard down.

So long had she been separated from everything familiar that her family and friends seemed very nearly forgotten. Survival meant focusing on the moment, on the day at hand. It meant paying attention and continually moving around, and she was not getting any younger.

This city was a large detention center and already filled to its brim, but the network knew the safest paths, helping to work out means of communication that evolved by necessity. Still, the fear instilled by the wardens' methods meant people kept to themselves as much as possible.

Trusting anyone could be uncertain business on a good day. One had to be decisive about the essentiality of carefulness. She had been held long enough to be quite familiar with how things worked. This was a time to be sure to use what she had learned.

Coming in weekly, the youngest among them worked with seasoned partisans to find ways of destabilizing central command's structure and develop escape routes. Those like herself considered it a responsibility to cover their tracks. They had to work together for the future.

Casual chats were uncommon. Serious conversation in public places was unheard of, and always well hushed privately. Even before becoming confined most had learned that a look, a nod, or a flick of the wrist read right meant knowing where to turn, when to stop, or when to disappear.

As well as providing subtle distractions for those trying to cover themselves by fading into the background, into a crowd, or into the shadows was an important technique to be well practiced at. As the population in the city grew more crowded information methods expanded for the network.

Whispers from bowed heads passing in alleys provided fair information. A question could be asked by drawing a symbol in the air with answers provided by a number of blinks that never once looked your way. Once learned, the creative communication techniques were priceless tools.

Pondering how long it would take to find an exchanger made her realize that she must continue to temper her eagerness and measure her moves shrewdly. Perhaps she should begin at the main station. A common disguise would definitely be required.

Maybe a black scarf to pull her white hair up into a large hat and a heavy coat with a scarf tucked underneath to give her some bulk would do the job. She could find them when night’s mantle wrapped its treasured dark mask around the streets.

Cautiously winding her way through the west quarter's sparse lanes while seeking out cleverly obvious markers, she remained firmly methodical. Avoiding being followed was imperative.

Fragrant peonies can waken memories.
Fragrant peonies can waken memories. | Source

Filled with more wardens than expected the dingy station also contained cheerless new internees, making for a good crowd to get lost in. If she could mix in until some were asleep she might be able to locate an exchanger's agent.

Intently, yet discreetly, she scanned the large terminal. The dim light was enough to let her search patiently, warily watching for telling signals meant only for the eyes of those with something to trade. Traffic would flow counter-clockwise around the brokers so she watched the crowd's movement with interest.

Pitched, uncertain voices nearby broke through her intent thoughts to unexpectedly grip her attention. Their quiet yet frantic tones reached her ears, curiously distracting her just as she was about to widen her search mission.

Two nervous girls were moving far too carelessly, not seeming to heed their surroundings. Clinging to each other, they were clearly nearing their wits’ end. Their voices were on the verge of drawing unwanted attention that would mean serious trouble for them and anyone who could not leave the area quickly.

Violet stared a moment, then felt the skin on her face grow cold. Her heart alternated beats. The girls’ faces were a clear reflection of her sisters' and her own innocently looking out from ancient grade school photographs. Their soft noses and round chins were distinct, their amber curls too beautiful for words.

Her hands began to tremble in spite of the discipline buttressing her for that incredible moment. The decision was simple. She moved nearer their direction, pausing to make eye-contact, finding herself coming far too close to mouthing their names.

They stilled themselves, not understanding, but sensing that the old woman’s presence meant something critical. Edging closer, Violet looked beyond the two as she reached around an embraced couple to inch the girls to her side. Barely breathing it out, her faint but firm “for you, now go” gave them a jolt.

Her chest yielded a deep sigh that came from a happy past as the coveted vouchers slid from her palm, then her fingers. Heartbreaking joy planted itself in her breast as they turned away with her slight push that cut her own heart into pieces. She tilted her dark hat brim lower and crouched slightly. The desire to call them back tore at her resolve.

Violet had gently brushed her hands against theirs and purposefully vanished into the odd mass of humanity. She could not, would not fetter them with her identity but, oh, oh!, how many questions she wanted to ask! What did they know of their parents and cousins?

Now 19 and 21, Arabella and Belinda’s gasping eyes had gone down quickly when she shook her head ever so slightly, warning them to be careful. Her staunch composure helped the girls collect their thoughts and gave them needed courage.

Turning, they subtly straightened themselves and stayed quiet after a quick glance back over their scarf draped shoulders. Young people had to learn how to live in such times at an early age. These knew what to do. They would be okay.

Silently, and too quickly, they were gone leaving Violet dizzy with a heaving grief.

Trying hard not to stumble she made her way out of the building's opposite end. When she found a dark corner to rest in her thoughts wandered over the past with sharp recollection. A strange ache formed in her throat. Growing up safe from fear of the storm her parents saw coming, she saw their love and care through eyes of experience.

The smell of her mother’s peonies wafted through the memory of how they systematically taught their children to be wary and to take care of themselves so they could care for others. Her father and mother told their children to teach their children.

It was an incredible comfort to know that skills learned on the quiet farm beside the beautiful woods filled hills long ago could serve them so well even under this swell of oppression. She might never see her girls again, but they too had unbelievably come this far.

Loneliness she thought finally dead returned with a vengeance, but she looked it in its ugly face and scoffed. Her granddaughters could eat for a good while. They were young enough to get safe passage out, and now, she thought with deep, shuddering sighs of satisfaction, they would have strength for their journey.

A crowd may cover a character's qualities or be used to make them stand out.
A crowd may cover a character's qualities or be used to make them stand out. | Source

What Does the Future Hold?

This story reflects the heart of loving mothers throughout the ages. Some modern day fears that our own culture breeds also rang in my thoughts as the piece evolved. When I began I was already considering what the future could look like if we do not heed Truth and say no to all that feeds fear. Thanks much for taking a look at this short story post.

Learning to Write Short Stories

Honing one's writing skills comes with practice, but a bit of guidance certainly helps the process along. Writing Short Stories: A Routledge Writer's Guide provides beginners and those who want to take their writing to higher levels with an opportunity to improve their work. Even the most talented writers appreciate how challenging themselves by studying and exercising their craft on a continuing basis gives them a fresh edge to go forward. The rest of us? Well, it can't hurt to explore the guide.

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      RTalloni 5 weeks ago from the short journey

      Peggy Woods:

      Thank you so much for the feedback. This sort of creative work is always a neat project to work on but how it will be received is always a big question. My thoughts when writing this were on the future, but sadly, the circumstances do remind of past events.

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      Peggy Woods 6 weeks ago from Houston, Texas

      This short story was riveting! It made me think of the days leading up to the Holocaust.

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      RTalloni 4 months ago from the short journey

      Thanks bunches. :) It was an interesting story to develop. Each time a comment comes in I try to work a bit more on it and I've thought of adding a sequel to it. Creative writing is like taking a mini vacation and I always appreciate feedback so thanks again.

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      Audrey Hunt 4 months ago from Nashville Tn.

      I love this story and the message it conveys. Great job! Sharing.

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      RTalloni 2 years ago from the short journey

      Thanks kindly, both for checking out this little story and for letting me know you enjoyed the read. Your comment also gave me a chance to do a little fine tuning to the piece which then caused me to consider a new chapter in Violet's life. We'll see what develops… :)

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      Sheila Brown 2 years ago from Southern Oklahoma

      This was wonderful! I truly enjoyed it! Up and awesome!

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      RTalloni 2 years ago from the short journey


      Thanks kindly, both for stopping by and for letting me hear from you on this little story.

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      Richard Ricky Hale 2 years ago from West Virginia

      Beautiful Story, very well written. Voted up.

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      RTalloni 3 years ago from the short journey


      Thanks very much for your kind review here--I appreciate your visit and feedback! Creative writing is enjoyable and making time for it is something I want to do more of. :)

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      Emunah La Paz 3 years ago from Arizona

      I love your descriptive ability as author, you created a clear picture. I love this part 'Letting it go was out of the question. She could safely let it slip from her hand into the flowering vine where she found it and make herself walk away, but Violet determined to find a way to use it.' Very beautiful! Voted up!

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      RTalloni 4 years ago from the short journey


      Thanks very much for your feedback on this story!

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      Devika Primić 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Deciding Factors: A Short Story great write and you have such talent in showing quality in your hubs always a good read.

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      RTalloni 4 years ago from the short journey


      Thanks kindly for reading and providing feedback. History gives us examples of how times of prosperity rise and fall. In considering those examples, their causes, and what the results were, it's interesting to consider how people's responses are rooted in who their confidence is in. If we faced a similar circumstance we would be dealing with people who would have a wide variety of responses to it so it's important to think the issues through ahead of time.

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      Rosemary Sadler 4 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      An interesting story that provokes thought of what the future may hold

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      RTalloni 4 years ago from the short journey

      KoffeeKlatch Gals:

      Thanks very much for checking this story out and for leaving your feedback on it.

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      Susan Haze 4 years ago from Sunny Florida

      Interesting story. It says so much without shouting it.

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      RTalloni 4 years ago from the short journey


      Thanks kindly for your visit and comment, but also for the chance/notice to revisit this myself and tweak it with improvements!

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Wonderful ;I thoroughly enjoyed this gem.


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      RTalloni 4 years ago from the short journey


      Thank you for your feedback! A contest might really be fun to enter, but it would have to be worth the effort. :)

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      An interesting short story. I enjoyed it and hope you enter another competition when you find one that you like.

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      RTalloni 4 years ago from the short journey

      Do take care! :)

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      Pamela Oglesby 4 years ago from United States

      Thank you so much for your concern, prayers and excellent advice.

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      RTalloni 4 years ago from the short journey


      Oh wow--so sorry you had that experience last week! I guess that was quite a shock. You'll need to take a little time to get your bearings again--I will pray for your recovery. Making notes on some outlines for future writing projects and reading a little along may be your best plan right now! As you are able, keep us posted on your progress.

      I know the hub that tells of your ordeal and explains the procedures you went through will be a good one when you are doing some full-fledged writing again. Thanks for coming by and letting me know. Rest, and take all the advice you would give one of your patients! :)

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      Pamela Oglesby 4 years ago from United States

      I will try to write something soon. I was hospitalized much of last week to get 2 stents in my heart, which was quite a shock as I had few symptoms. I still have some obligation to the freelance writing site. I am floundering a bit right now but starting to feel better anyway. It is always good to hear from you. Have a great day.

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      RTalloni 4 years ago from the short journey


      Thanks very much for letting me know you stopped in and enjoyed this short story! Maybe we'll see your new post soon?

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      Pamela Oglesby 4 years ago from United States

      I really enjoyed your story. I haven't written many short stories, but after reading yours I am inspried. Voted up and interesting!