Not My Fault

abundance.jpg“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again! It’s not my fault!”

Mrs O’Donnell sighed, leaning back against her wicker chair.

“You can say it a hundred times, dear. It’ll never be what I want to hear, though.”

I gasped, incensed. Why wasn’t she listening to me?

“Why would it matter what you want to hear when I’m telling you the truth? There was nothing that I could have done – nothing!”

I didn’t want to get angry with her, but she really wasn’t listening. I had to make her understand that it wasn’t my fault; I couldn’t have her blaming me anymore.

“Calm down, Ashley, dear,” Mrs O’Donnell smiled. “I don’t blame you, I just think it’s sad. Anyone can shift the blame. I don’t care whether it was your fault. I don’t want to know… I just want you to say sorry, dear. Not enough people say sorry.”

Word Count: 150
Thank you for reading my little story, based on Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. This week’s prompt word was “abundance”, and the prose challenge was to write a story in 150 words or less, considering what the world could do with in abundance.


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