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#SwiftFicFriday – Week 60 Winner

Happy Tuesday!

Mark Ethridge (@MySoulsTears)  flew the highest this weekend and takes his first win!

Check out his story below and congratulate him on Twitter.

Congrats on your #SwiftFicFriday win @MySoulsTears! Check out his flash piece and show him some love #writingcommunity

“You need to go sit in your room,” she said those words as I came home from work, looking like I’d been forced to drag a truck a couple of miles. It wasn’t uncommon for her to say those words to me. “Go sit in your room.”

It was a sunroom. In the summer, there was sunlight in that room until well past 8 at night. A sun room, full of bookcases, and plants, with a power plug on the wall next to the rest of the house, so I could plug in a laptop computer, and play.

No heat. No air conditioning. If it was 90 outside, it was over 100 inside. Funny thing about that. The heat didn’t really bother me, as long as I had something to drink.

When she told me to go to my room, I didn’t argue. We both knew I was like a big houseplant, and needed sunlight to stay healthy. If I didn’t get enough, I got cranky, and fussy, and angry, and damn near everything else you can get that makes other people miserable. My doctors said it was Seasonal Affective Disorder, and it was common for people to have it. They suggested things like sunglasses, and sunlamps.

She’d looked at me, “You’re like a houseplant, I have to keep you in the sun, and water you.”

She’d had the room tacked on the house. A stupid expense, a number that still blew my mind any time I thought about it. “But, it’s worth it. I sit you out there, and you get better, you know.”

You can’t argue with the truth, you know. No matter how stupid it is.


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