Fixer

“Well I wish I was a fixer. I will fix you up inside.”*

This was the last note I received from my dear wife, a patient woman who vowed to love an addict and always-drunk short-tempered man who hates the world because his damn abusive father killed his loving mother in front of his five-year-old eyes.

She tried everything to fix me, I tried everything to ruin myself, to ruin her, to ruin us. After more than twenty long years, several bruises, millions of curses, she surrendered.

Ha! No one can fix me.

Until I saw an abandoned rusting blue vintage car. Drunk and high on drugs, I tried to fix it.

If I can make this darn old car work, it might not be too late to fix myself.

Word count: 130

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Pixabay


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) February 01, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for another thought-provoking photo, Priceless Joy! ❤

* The first line is from “Frank D. Fixer” by Jason Mraz.

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54 thoughts on “Fixer

  1. He had a very sad and troubled life growing up with an alcoholic, abusive and murderous father. Too bad his wife gave up, but you can’t blame her for it. Hopefully, fixing the car will also “fix” him. We can hope so anyway! Truly wonderful story Rosema!

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    1. Yes, PJ. The scars of his past remained and kept him a ruin. But the old car gave him hope. 🙂 I hope he will be able to fix it, and himself. 🙂

      Thank you for another thought-provoking prompt, PJ!

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