For this week’s Trifecta Challenge, we are meant to write a piece between 33 and 333 words that uses the following definition of the word idle:
a) shiftless, lazy or b) having no evident lawful means of support.
This is the third installment in a fictional piece I am working on. For parts 1 and 2, click the linked numbers. As always I am open to feedback about this (and the other) pieces.
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Identity Lost
“You’re right,” agreed Alex. “I don’t understand what Shelley’s problem is. It’s been—what—seven years since they split up?”
“I don’t quite understand it myself, Al. I’ve never been in a situation like hers, so I have a hard time judging. In fact, I try my hardest to give her the benefit of the doubt. Clearly she is not one of those people who looks at a situation, evaluates the factors, and then accepts and moves on. I suppose her continued upset comes from the fact that she feels like she was rejected.”
“She was…”
“Oh, I know. But it’s not like she didn’t contribute to the problems in their marriage that resulted in their split. She let herself go. As soon as she had their children, she just settled into the role of being a stay-at-home mother. She stopped pursuing her education, she stopped making an effort. She lost her identity.”
“If she ever had one,” chimed Alex.
Sam laughed and shook her head. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and mouthed a general apology. Her eyes lingered for a minute on the wooden ceiling panel that had been intricately carved with curves and loops. What simple beauty it was.
“According to Steve, she wouldn’t even change out of her pajamas most days. The kids spent their days in front of the television, while their mom sat upstairs and watched Oprah reruns. I think it sickened him that she had clearly decided that she had done enough and could sit back and let him take care of her. She wouldn’t even sleep with him during the last eight months of the marriage.”
“I wonder how people get that way?” mused Alex, aloud.
“I can’t say I would know. I would never be able to watch my life pass me by. I am too independent to just sit back and let someone take care of me. As I’ve always told Steve, ‘If you ever see me grow idle, just kill me.’”

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January 17, 2013 at 5:32 PM
There’s so much going on here and so relevant. Many people live like this for various reasons, some that they have no control over. Not much of a life though, but nice writing.
January 17, 2013 at 7:38 PM
Thank you, Donna!
January 16, 2013 at 7:56 PM
I’ve known people like this. Do know them. Hit close to home.
January 17, 2013 at 6:29 AM
January 16, 2013 at 7:33 PM
It’s an interesting story you’re developing here. So Sam is now with Steve who was once with this Shelly who let herself go? And it’s some sort of club. I have questions, I am interested. What conclusions will they come to? Definitely intriguing to see where it will go.
January 17, 2013 at 6:28 AM
You got it!
January 16, 2013 at 4:03 PM
nicely captured judgment. Would be interesting to hear the other side.
January 16, 2013 at 5:04 PM
Absolutely! Life has taught me that there are three sides to every story: yours, mine, and the truth.
January 16, 2013 at 8:31 AM
Difficult to say why a marriage fails & who contributes in what way -sigh!What a great piece of writing from you-loved the dialogues-so real:-)U should take to writing scripts-if you are not already doing that,u r too good.
January 16, 2013 at 10:42 AM
I don’t write scripts. I have never even thought about it. I wouldn’t even know where to begin with that business. LOL
January 16, 2013 at 1:05 PM
Lol,I too am in the dark but looking at your lucid writing style,that’s what occurred to me-maybe some day soon you will-who knows:-)
January 16, 2013 at 1:09 PM
That’s a nice thing for you to say. Thank you.
January 16, 2013 at 1:14 PM
January 16, 2013 at 8:17 AM
Ouch. That ending line. I’m curious as to why she’s studying the ceiling – I definitely want to know more.
January 16, 2013 at 10:42 AM
I am not sure where that line came from… experience at a Starbucks, I guess? I may have to develop that a little more. Why do ~you~ think she’d study the ceiling?
January 16, 2013 at 12:03 AM
The dialogues seem so real and one feels as if present in their space eavesdropping into their conversation.
Great take on the prompt and the usage of the word itself is brilliant!
January 16, 2013 at 6:56 AM
Thank you for that compliment!
January 15, 2013 at 9:16 PM
I felt like I was listening in on two friends’ conversation – nicely written.
January 15, 2013 at 9:49 PM
Thank you.
January 15, 2013 at 6:31 PM
I really feel for both of the characters in this marriage and want to know more about how things got this bad for them.
January 18, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Hi Christie! Sorry it too so long to approve this comment… apparently you are spam. (I don’t think you are, though.) Thanks for reading. I will add to it on Monday.
January 15, 2013 at 4:32 PM
This is really good! Im excited to read more.
January 15, 2013 at 4:35 PM
Thanks, Deana! If you have any feedback, let me know. I’d like to get a novel out of it in time.
January 15, 2013 at 11:44 AM
I’m jealous of your ability to convey so much through dialogue. It really was like listening to two people talk.
January 15, 2013 at 12:06 PM
What a nice compliment! Thank you! I was toying with the idea of making the novel largely a dialogue because it seems such a good way to describe people, places and situations. Do you think it would work?
January 14, 2013 at 7:28 PM
it sounds like she was depressed and no longer in love with her husband.
January 14, 2013 at 8:19 PM
Certainly looks like that could be the case.
January 14, 2013 at 7:22 PM
A good 333! Sadly, you wrote real life for a lot of people. Your “idle” sentence is a keeper.
January 14, 2013 at 8:18 PM
Thanks, new fave author!
January 14, 2013 at 7:08 PM
Lots of room for continued character growth in this story. I am glad that you are continuing this story, 333 words at a time. Much more remains to be said, for sure. Keep writing and I’ll keep reading.
January 14, 2013 at 8:18 PM
Thanks! Maybe by this time five years in the future, I will have a full-fledged novel.
January 15, 2013 at 8:15 PM
Then, I suppose, I have five years of good reading ahead of me. Can’t wait!
January 16, 2013 at 10:39 AM
Let’s just hope I don’t lose steam (or the plot– either mentally or creatively) along the way. LOL
January 14, 2013 at 3:48 PM
Oh man! Maybe he drove her to it?
January 14, 2013 at 4:22 PM
I don’t know if anyone could drive another person to leave, but they can certainly contribute to a larger problem that results in the end of the marriage. My perspective on this is a bit different than some because I absolutely do not believe in being a victim.
January 14, 2013 at 1:45 PM
Oh, my. Lost identity, false identity… I sense an intriguing back story here.
January 14, 2013 at 2:29 PM
Who knows? The story is unfolding 333 words at a time. : D