Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Oh, My Heart

Ella sits with her back to the window, nestled in the overstuffed cushions.  Sunlight casts her shadow over the paper in her lap, she scribbles frantically, pouring out her heart.  A tear drops, momentarily magnifying a word - Love - before soaking into the parchment, leaving a bleary stain.  Ella sniffs loudly, looks at the ceiling and blinks back tears before returning to her literary lament.

A light tap at the door startles her.  Scrambling, she stuffs the paper under an opulent pillow, dabs at her eyes and calls, "Come in."  She stiffens, watching her mother sweep into the room.  Ella looks to where she hid the missive, careful to keep her eyes averted.

"Have you been crying again?"  her mother demands.  "Surely not."

"Mother, you know how my heart breaks.  You have been cruel, too cruel in this declaration.  Do you not care that my heart is rent?"

"Of course, I care.  But, what's done is done.  You'll live."

"O my heart, Mother, my heart.  La Douleur Exquise," Ella sobs.  "I'll never forget him.  You may believe that you have managed to blot him out, to erase him, but true love endures, Mother!  We will be together ... someday."

"Please don't be so dramatic, Ella.  You're only fourteen and there will be other dances," her mother sighs, rubbing her brow.  "The pizza will be ready in five minutes."  She treads to the door, pausing by the poster of One Direction.  "You have your whole life to fall in love, you know."

Overcome with grief, Ella snatches a pillow and flings it at the door as it closes.  "How, Mother?  How will I ever find true love, when you have me held captive, like Rapunzel, imprisoned and walled in?  How?" she wails.

The first notes of "What Makes You Beautiful" chirp from Ella's back pocket.  She snatches her phone, glances at the screen and answers it.  "No way!  You, too?  Ugh, we're prisoners of our parents."  She sighs and slips back into the cushions.  "Wanna watch a movie?"

Bancroft Tower, Worcester, MA,
courtesy of Hillarie Jason via Esty.

Linking up with Write at the Merge this week - inspired by the picture above and the word:  La Douleur Exquise (French): The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.  Word limit: 500.


  1. I love this! It's such a delicious mix of fairy tale and teenage drama!

    Ella's tear drop magnifying the word love, before soaking into the parchment...definitely La Douleur Exquise!

  2. Was the girl's name Ella or Jewel? You switched a couple of times. You truly captured the ultradramatic life of the teenage girl! Their lives would be SO wonderful if only their parents would cater to their whims!

  3. Ha! This piece made me smile. I too loved the switch from what started as a period piece to modern teen drama. Nicely done.

  4. sweet, sweet, teenage love...

  5. Oh teenage girls... if only the Rapunzel tower was an actual parenting technique ;)

  6. This scares me to death. I see my six year old daughter here in only a few short years. Gulp.

  7. Ha! Teenagers.

    This was true brilliance. Well done!

  8. Ha! I love the rapid switch from drama to matter-of-fact complaining via cell phone; so teenager! Well done.

  9. I started to giggle a little by the end because it's perfect, this sentiment when applied to teen love. And the angst!

  10. Hee! Nice spin on teen angst... even the tossing about of the French.


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