TM prompt; what do you hope for?
An article torn out of the Atlanta Herald sits on a desk, in a New York apartment.
A grainy, black and white photo of a young woman takes up the left-hand corner of the jagged
newspaper.
"Andrea Bullock, 26, gifted artist and teacher...
Andrea Bullock, born in Atlanta, Georgia, passed away on November 6th after a long struggle with cancer. She is survived by her parents, Susan(Maddox) and Gregory Bullock, of Atlanta,
Georgia; a brother, Ryan Bullock, of New York, and her son, James Nicholas.
Andrea attended T.Booke High School, and later went on to attain a bachelor's degree in Education, with a minor concentration in Art, at the University of Georgia. Her friends and acquaintances remember her as sweet, outgoing, loving children and always encouraging them to be creative, imaginative.
Andrea enjoyed painting and sculpture. Her work has been shown at the Brandt Designs Gallery in Savannah, and she was commissioned in 2007 to create public art for a new wing of the
Atlanta State Medical Center. Several of her murals are still on display there.
Services will be held at St.Luke's Church, in Savannah, on November 9th. Donations in her memory may be made to the Red Cros
The ground's cold. It's started raining, but the man standing in the Evergreen Cemetery
barely notices, let alone cares. The stones are always cold. He tries to pray. To focus his mind on something other than the idea of his twin's body being buried under the dirt...
He's alone.
He wouldn't bring her son with him. Someday, he'll have to explain to her--his son, now--what happened. He hopes Jamie is old enough by then to understand that his mother didn't want to leave them, that it wasn't his fault. That his mother loved him, never stopped doing so.
Maybe he'll be old enough to explain it to his adopted father/uncle/whichever...why it had to be this way.
Because Ryan's damned if he knows.
Muse:Ryan Bullock
Fandom: Original fiction
Word count: 312